Well hell yeah it does. This morning was my long run of 16ish miles. I started at around 5:15 with the temperature at about 73. That made a big difference this time around. And I also changed up the frequency of my fluid intake.
I ran out a mile and a half. Got water at the usual stop. I then ran out another mile and back to the water. I did this again and then back to the start for some Accelerade mixed with Carboplex. This combo has been working for me lately. Took in a Gu and then off for another 3ish to the next water stop. Another Gu and back to the Y. I cut out two hills but not the distance. I didn't feel bad about dissing the hills since I did the hill workout Monday night.
I felt pretty darn good until about 13ish mile. A little queezy in the gut but sucked it up back to the start. Got some more Accelerade and then headed off for the final 3. So 16+ in the books today.
I have some minor aches but just because of the distance. It is something when you have to put on your underwear and shorts by dropping them on the floor and using your toes to get your feet in the holes. And for those of you that were introduced to the "Twins" on a previous post, they are just a little heated right now. I shall leave you with that lovely visual.
I have realized that when I am a good dog I sometimes get thrown a bone.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
61 Days 14 Hours and Counting Down
Well it is obvious that I have not posted in a while. It's not that I haven't had anything to say. I have lots and lots to tell you. And boy do I. Ever heard of Showdance Mercury? Anyways, I have been so busy. So many things have been going on in my personal life, my social life, my career life and then there's that Ironman thing I am training for. Whoops. Did I say Ironman. I am so sorry. It is not officially an "Ironman" branded race but it is the same distance as one. They don't make it any shorter or longer with or without the name.
From the title you can see that I am about 8 weeks out and have much more training to do. That would be about 7 weeks of hardcore workouts and a week of tapering. Now somewhere in there, September 25th, I am going to either do the Augusta 70.3 or the Six Gap. Not sure which one yet. More on that in a future post.
I have been having some training/nutrition/mental issues the past month when it comes to my workouts. Training here in Hell really gets hot. No matter what time you decide to do your workouts, it is just plain miserable. The heat is something I will just have to deal with. I am the one who decided to make my first ironman in October which put my training over the summer. Great for me. Hydrate. Hydrate. Hydrate.
I have been bonking on some of my long rides and runs as of late. I think this has a lot to do with the heat and my nutrition. I recently asked some of my running friends and Ironman veterans for some assistance with my nutrition woes. I got some great tips, information and advice. I thank all of you....for now.
Today I decided to ride alone for three hours. I was not concerned about the miles as much as I was my pace. I dialed it back to a 17-19 average. Riding alone gave me a chance to reflect on how my training is going, among other things. I also did not have to pull any other riders so I was not obligated to increase my speed. And I did not ride any other wheels to pull me along. I concentrated on my nutrition. I was told that I would need to take in about 2500 calories while on the bike during the race. That is a heck of a lot of gels and I just can't do that. I have been experimenting with other foods and today I think I found one that works. I thank B.o.b. for this one. Fig Newtons. I put some in a baggie and was able to eat them while I rode. A couple of them did get a little soggy but the added salt flavor wasn't bad. I got back to my car and felt pretty damn good for the first time in a while.
I then ran for 30 minutes. At about 2o minutes my legs started feeling good and I was getting a better feeling about the run. I still wanted to only go 30 minutes. It is great when a plan comes together. I kind of feel I shorted myself today but in retrospect, I did the distance I wanted to do. I have built back up a little confidence about this whole Great Floridian thing.
So with the help of my family, friends, closer friend and the occasional visit to my Psychotherapist, I should do all right.
From the title you can see that I am about 8 weeks out and have much more training to do. That would be about 7 weeks of hardcore workouts and a week of tapering. Now somewhere in there, September 25th, I am going to either do the Augusta 70.3 or the Six Gap. Not sure which one yet. More on that in a future post.
I have been having some training/nutrition/mental issues the past month when it comes to my workouts. Training here in Hell really gets hot. No matter what time you decide to do your workouts, it is just plain miserable. The heat is something I will just have to deal with. I am the one who decided to make my first ironman in October which put my training over the summer. Great for me. Hydrate. Hydrate. Hydrate.
I have been bonking on some of my long rides and runs as of late. I think this has a lot to do with the heat and my nutrition. I recently asked some of my running friends and Ironman veterans for some assistance with my nutrition woes. I got some great tips, information and advice. I thank all of you....for now.
Today I decided to ride alone for three hours. I was not concerned about the miles as much as I was my pace. I dialed it back to a 17-19 average. Riding alone gave me a chance to reflect on how my training is going, among other things. I also did not have to pull any other riders so I was not obligated to increase my speed. And I did not ride any other wheels to pull me along. I concentrated on my nutrition. I was told that I would need to take in about 2500 calories while on the bike during the race. That is a heck of a lot of gels and I just can't do that. I have been experimenting with other foods and today I think I found one that works. I thank B.o.b. for this one. Fig Newtons. I put some in a baggie and was able to eat them while I rode. A couple of them did get a little soggy but the added salt flavor wasn't bad. I got back to my car and felt pretty damn good for the first time in a while.
I then ran for 30 minutes. At about 2o minutes my legs started feeling good and I was getting a better feeling about the run. I still wanted to only go 30 minutes. It is great when a plan comes together. I kind of feel I shorted myself today but in retrospect, I did the distance I wanted to do. I have built back up a little confidence about this whole Great Floridian thing.
So with the help of my family, friends, closer friend and the occasional visit to my Psychotherapist, I should do all right.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
First Time For Everything
This past Sunday I had my fastest time ever for an Olympic Triathlon. But more on that later.
A few of us BRA Triathletes decided to sign up for a triathlon in Clermont, Florida. There were two options. The half Ironman or the Olympic distance. I chose the Olympic distance because I did not feel like running 13.1 miles in the Florida heat. Plus I told B.o.b. that I would do the Olympic if she signed up. And there was a $25 off coupon which made the entry fee a low $60 compared to $160 for St Anthony's. Can't beat that for an Olympic distance. A lot of good things going....so far.
My Ironman training has been moving right along and I felt this triathlon would be a good indicator of just where I am.
On the Friday before the race I decided to buy a new chain for my tri bike. The current chain was at least three years old. I got my chain and was told by the bike shop mechanic that they are easy to put on. Just make sure it is the same length as the old chain. I was also given a handy dandy chain tool. Here goes nothing.
I remove the old chain with ease. Hold it up to the new chain and see that the new one is much longer. I would need to remove some links from the new one. I also noticed that the old one's links don't match up to the new one. The old one has stretched. I had to count the links of the old one and make sure the new one was the same amount. I put the new chain on the bike carefully following the instructions provided. Test ride in the neighborhood and all sounded great. A quieter ride than what I had been used to. Should make for a faster bike because I was also going to use some disc wheels this time.
I headed over to Clermont on Saturday with B.o.b., Speedy Jan, Sweaty Steve, Tish and Casey. Checked in and then drove the course. This was to benefit B.o.b. who is still bike skittish. I had assured her prior to her signing up that the bike course was just a little hilly but no BIG deal. I kind of fibbed a little knowing that she would still be able to do it once it was put before her.
I got a good nights sleep and felt fresh and rested. I just had a good mental attitude for this race for some reason. There was not a large field of competitors. Nine in my age group compared to 300 or so for St Anthony's.
This was a lake swim and there was little to no wind. Flat water. Nice. All males started together. I felt good during the swim. Nice pace. Had problems sighting the buoys but would later find out that I wasn't the only one doing this. Seconds over 27 minutes. Not my fastest but pretty good. Felt even better when I saw a lot of bikes still on the bike racks.
I headed out on the ride. About 3-4 miles in to the ride I turn on to the first of the two big hills for this course. As I start to climb, I look up and see B.o.b. standing next to her bike off to the side of the road. This was about half way up the hill. My first thought is that she had a flat tire and was waiting for someone to assist her. I then remembered that I did not give her the flat tire class that she had requested. No big deal. I would help her fix her flat and then be on my way.
I got off my bike and started walking up to her. She then started walking down towards me. I yelled out asking if she had a flat. She said no and said that she can't get up the hill and was quiting. My first thought was, "are you #@%$^&# kidding me. You were almost to the top. Walk your bike up the hill."
I am not walking my bike up that hill only to do it again for 25 more miles.
I then reminded her that there is only one more hill and she can walk the bike up the hill. It is no big deal to walk your bike. I have done it before and will do it with you now.
Well what about your race.
I don't care. I will catch who ever passes me. This race is more important for you than it is me. Now turn your ass around and walk your bike up this hill. You are not going to QUIT this race. You are not a QUITTER.
I just can't do it John. You don't understand.
Yes you can. TURN YOUR ASS AROUND AND WALK YOUR BIKE UP TO THE TOP OF THIS HILL. Oh and you might want to gear down to an easier gear on the front and it won't be so damn hard.
She gets to the top of the hill. Gets back on her bike and off she goes. In the right direction. Seems her and this Dolly friend still have some work to do.
I get on my bike just before the hill crest and notice that my chain is making a funny sound. I think nothing of it at the time. I fly by B.o.b. and think that I don't have to look back. I will see her on the bike turnarounds and then at the finish.
Now to the next big hill. This hill is a little longer than the first one. I start to debate on whether I needed to post up at the bottom and glare at someone as they pass by just to make sure there were no indecisions. And also see if she was in the right gear. I figure she will be okay because she didn't want me manhandling her again.
Just as I start the climb, my chain comes off the front ring. I unclip and put the chain back on. I start going again and get about another 25 yards when the chain gets jammed up in the rear derailer. I get off the bike and try to fix the chain.
Just then I notice someone just easy pedalling up the hill with a big ass grin. She asks if I needed any help and I said I would be okay. I also reminded her of what a difference the right gear makes. I then start to think, was she just testing me and our friendship when I saw her at that first hill because she looked awfully comfortable going up this hill.
I then discover that my chain has broken. No fixing this. 5-6 miles in to the race and I am done. I calmly lean my bike again a sign post. Take off my shoes and helmet and then sit down on the sidewalk waiting for a ride. My race is over just 56 minutes in to it. My first ever DNF in the 16+ years I have been doing triathlons. The good thing is that there was not going to be two BRA DNF's.
I spent the next hour and a half riding in a Ryder truck helping deliver water and ice to the water stops. I changed a flat back tire for a woman that was doing the Half with over 20 miles to go. I also helped a guy with his flat tire. He later had another flat and had to quit.
I look back on this race as a learning lesson. Don't make any mechanical changes to your bike two days before a race. Don't let your friends down when they need you most no matter how mad they get at you. Help others even when you can't be helped. And don't sweat the small stuff when there is nothing you can do about it. I could have gotten angry about the chain. Cussed and been pissed all day but that would not have changed a thing. Now I would have been pissed had it been 5 miles in to the race I have in October. Oh boy let me tell you.
Pashanit
A few of us BRA Triathletes decided to sign up for a triathlon in Clermont, Florida. There were two options. The half Ironman or the Olympic distance. I chose the Olympic distance because I did not feel like running 13.1 miles in the Florida heat. Plus I told B.o.b. that I would do the Olympic if she signed up. And there was a $25 off coupon which made the entry fee a low $60 compared to $160 for St Anthony's. Can't beat that for an Olympic distance. A lot of good things going....so far.
My Ironman training has been moving right along and I felt this triathlon would be a good indicator of just where I am.
On the Friday before the race I decided to buy a new chain for my tri bike. The current chain was at least three years old. I got my chain and was told by the bike shop mechanic that they are easy to put on. Just make sure it is the same length as the old chain. I was also given a handy dandy chain tool. Here goes nothing.
I remove the old chain with ease. Hold it up to the new chain and see that the new one is much longer. I would need to remove some links from the new one. I also noticed that the old one's links don't match up to the new one. The old one has stretched. I had to count the links of the old one and make sure the new one was the same amount. I put the new chain on the bike carefully following the instructions provided. Test ride in the neighborhood and all sounded great. A quieter ride than what I had been used to. Should make for a faster bike because I was also going to use some disc wheels this time.
I headed over to Clermont on Saturday with B.o.b., Speedy Jan, Sweaty Steve, Tish and Casey. Checked in and then drove the course. This was to benefit B.o.b. who is still bike skittish. I had assured her prior to her signing up that the bike course was just a little hilly but no BIG deal. I kind of fibbed a little knowing that she would still be able to do it once it was put before her.
I got a good nights sleep and felt fresh and rested. I just had a good mental attitude for this race for some reason. There was not a large field of competitors. Nine in my age group compared to 300 or so for St Anthony's.
This was a lake swim and there was little to no wind. Flat water. Nice. All males started together. I felt good during the swim. Nice pace. Had problems sighting the buoys but would later find out that I wasn't the only one doing this. Seconds over 27 minutes. Not my fastest but pretty good. Felt even better when I saw a lot of bikes still on the bike racks.
I headed out on the ride. About 3-4 miles in to the ride I turn on to the first of the two big hills for this course. As I start to climb, I look up and see B.o.b. standing next to her bike off to the side of the road. This was about half way up the hill. My first thought is that she had a flat tire and was waiting for someone to assist her. I then remembered that I did not give her the flat tire class that she had requested. No big deal. I would help her fix her flat and then be on my way.
I got off my bike and started walking up to her. She then started walking down towards me. I yelled out asking if she had a flat. She said no and said that she can't get up the hill and was quiting. My first thought was, "are you #@%$^&# kidding me. You were almost to the top. Walk your bike up the hill."
I am not walking my bike up that hill only to do it again for 25 more miles.
I then reminded her that there is only one more hill and she can walk the bike up the hill. It is no big deal to walk your bike. I have done it before and will do it with you now.
Well what about your race.
I don't care. I will catch who ever passes me. This race is more important for you than it is me. Now turn your ass around and walk your bike up this hill. You are not going to QUIT this race. You are not a QUITTER.
I just can't do it John. You don't understand.
Yes you can. TURN YOUR ASS AROUND AND WALK YOUR BIKE UP TO THE TOP OF THIS HILL. Oh and you might want to gear down to an easier gear on the front and it won't be so damn hard.
She gets to the top of the hill. Gets back on her bike and off she goes. In the right direction. Seems her and this Dolly friend still have some work to do.
I get on my bike just before the hill crest and notice that my chain is making a funny sound. I think nothing of it at the time. I fly by B.o.b. and think that I don't have to look back. I will see her on the bike turnarounds and then at the finish.
Now to the next big hill. This hill is a little longer than the first one. I start to debate on whether I needed to post up at the bottom and glare at someone as they pass by just to make sure there were no indecisions. And also see if she was in the right gear. I figure she will be okay because she didn't want me manhandling her again.
Just as I start the climb, my chain comes off the front ring. I unclip and put the chain back on. I start going again and get about another 25 yards when the chain gets jammed up in the rear derailer. I get off the bike and try to fix the chain.
Just then I notice someone just easy pedalling up the hill with a big ass grin. She asks if I needed any help and I said I would be okay. I also reminded her of what a difference the right gear makes. I then start to think, was she just testing me and our friendship when I saw her at that first hill because she looked awfully comfortable going up this hill.
I then discover that my chain has broken. No fixing this. 5-6 miles in to the race and I am done. I calmly lean my bike again a sign post. Take off my shoes and helmet and then sit down on the sidewalk waiting for a ride. My race is over just 56 minutes in to it. My first ever DNF in the 16+ years I have been doing triathlons. The good thing is that there was not going to be two BRA DNF's.
I spent the next hour and a half riding in a Ryder truck helping deliver water and ice to the water stops. I changed a flat back tire for a woman that was doing the Half with over 20 miles to go. I also helped a guy with his flat tire. He later had another flat and had to quit.
I look back on this race as a learning lesson. Don't make any mechanical changes to your bike two days before a race. Don't let your friends down when they need you most no matter how mad they get at you. Help others even when you can't be helped. And don't sweat the small stuff when there is nothing you can do about it. I could have gotten angry about the chain. Cussed and been pissed all day but that would not have changed a thing. Now I would have been pissed had it been 5 miles in to the race I have in October. Oh boy let me tell you.
Pashanit
Saturday, May 14, 2011
MC Miles for Moffitt
Earlier this week I was nominated, by Tom and B.o.b., to volunteer at the Miles for Moffitt 5 mile/5k race on Saturday, May 14Th. The race coordinator was looking for someone who would be willing to call out runners names as they crossed the finish line. Who me? Talk with a microphone in front of a large crowd. I couldn't do something like that without a script. Yeah right. Right up my alley some would say.
Miles for Moffitt is a race used to raise money for cancer research at the Moffitt Cancer Center. Check this link for more information. http://www.milesformoffitt.com/
I showed up early for my assignment much to the surprise of some fellow BRA runners. I was not having to run so there was no need to drag the morning along. I was given a cordless mic, a laptop on a table, a chair and plenty of shade. There was a timing mat about 50 feet short of the finish line which would send the runners names to the laptop. This would be easy. Just read the names on the screen. Got it. So I thought.
The 5 milers were off and running. About 30 minutes later the 5ker's were sent on their way. I then began to notice that there were lots of runners. I mean lots of runners. That would be lots of names. Oh boy.
The first runners from the 5 miler were now coming in. This was easy. First and last names. Maybe even their home town and a short bio. About 20 minutes later the chaos began. Now there were numerous runners coming in. Groups of runners. Names flashing all over the screen.
Matthew Kinback, Tampa, FL. Rick Brown, Valrico, FL. Pedro Meraz, Wesley Chapel, FL. Jessica Kennedy, Leesburg, FL. Marcia McCormick, New Port Richey, FL. Mark Courchane, Tampa, FL. Brian Zipler, Michael Coyne, Holly Logan, Hillary Adams, Taisiya Tribushnaya (WTH), Bill, Jim, Patricia, Tom, Karen, Chris, Patricia, Karen, John, Lisa, Sara, Amanda, Andrea, Amanda, Elton, Jess, Patricia, Seleighna, Xiomara, Bridgett, Kelsey, Stephen, Steven, Cass, Nancy, Steve, Patricia, Laverne, Shirley, Meckalekahineyho and then it just got crazy. I was just making names up. So many people were popping up on the laptop that I just yelled out, "Give a shout out for this big group of runners. You know who you are."
All kidding aside, I will admit that again I was humbled by watching people finish a race. Whether they were running or walking, I saw finishers who were crying and/or jumping for joy as they crossed the finish line. I didn't know if they were crying because of a self goal or maybe a family member or friend may have a cancer related illness. And for that moment I was able to share their joy/pain by calling their name out and witnessing their accomplishment. I would definitely like to call their names out again next year. I won't wait to be asked. A special thanks to B.o.b. and Tom for thinking of me when the request was put out there.
Now to the Ironman training. After the Moffitt race, 10:30 a.m., I went to Flatwoods and ran 8 miles in the blistering heat. My training is coming along and I will start ramping it up a little. 23 weeks to go.
Toll booths are.....
Miles for Moffitt is a race used to raise money for cancer research at the Moffitt Cancer Center. Check this link for more information. http://www.milesformoffitt.com/
I showed up early for my assignment much to the surprise of some fellow BRA runners. I was not having to run so there was no need to drag the morning along. I was given a cordless mic, a laptop on a table, a chair and plenty of shade. There was a timing mat about 50 feet short of the finish line which would send the runners names to the laptop. This would be easy. Just read the names on the screen. Got it. So I thought.
The 5 milers were off and running. About 30 minutes later the 5ker's were sent on their way. I then began to notice that there were lots of runners. I mean lots of runners. That would be lots of names. Oh boy.
The first runners from the 5 miler were now coming in. This was easy. First and last names. Maybe even their home town and a short bio. About 20 minutes later the chaos began. Now there were numerous runners coming in. Groups of runners. Names flashing all over the screen.
Matthew Kinback, Tampa, FL. Rick Brown, Valrico, FL. Pedro Meraz, Wesley Chapel, FL. Jessica Kennedy, Leesburg, FL. Marcia McCormick, New Port Richey, FL. Mark Courchane, Tampa, FL. Brian Zipler, Michael Coyne, Holly Logan, Hillary Adams, Taisiya Tribushnaya (WTH), Bill, Jim, Patricia, Tom, Karen, Chris, Patricia, Karen, John, Lisa, Sara, Amanda, Andrea, Amanda, Elton, Jess, Patricia, Seleighna, Xiomara, Bridgett, Kelsey, Stephen, Steven, Cass, Nancy, Steve, Patricia, Laverne, Shirley, Meckalekahineyho and then it just got crazy. I was just making names up. So many people were popping up on the laptop that I just yelled out, "Give a shout out for this big group of runners. You know who you are."
All kidding aside, I will admit that again I was humbled by watching people finish a race. Whether they were running or walking, I saw finishers who were crying and/or jumping for joy as they crossed the finish line. I didn't know if they were crying because of a self goal or maybe a family member or friend may have a cancer related illness. And for that moment I was able to share their joy/pain by calling their name out and witnessing their accomplishment. I would definitely like to call their names out again next year. I won't wait to be asked. A special thanks to B.o.b. and Tom for thinking of me when the request was put out there.
Now to the Ironman training. After the Moffitt race, 10:30 a.m., I went to Flatwoods and ran 8 miles in the blistering heat. My training is coming along and I will start ramping it up a little. 23 weeks to go.
Toll booths are.....
Monday, May 9, 2011
When 7=13.5
Now that I have started my Ironman training I am going to try and post more often to kind of hold my feet to the flame. The posts will somehow include my training for the day, week or whatever is on my mind.
Some time last week, the BRA majority decided that our long Saturday run would be held at Flatwoods Park. Flatwoods has a paved seven mile loop and some trails in and outside the loop. And depending on which entrance you use, there is an additional half mile or two mile start to the loop. So this means you either have an automatic mile or four miles added to your run. All still sounds like basic math.
Because runners in BRA are such nice people, a carpool location was coordinated for the trek to Flatwoods. Not really. It is because gas is so damn high right now and C-Steve just can't ride his bike on the interstate. We loaded up four vehicles and headed out. Bet Al has never done that.
I still had in my mind that I was going to probably run seven. I say this because for the past few months when the Saturday runs were held at Natures Way (a road around a neighborhood in Brandon), I would meet the group in a different location and would end up running only seven instead of the minimum 10.3. So I figured two miles to the loop and then seven on the loop and then two back would be eleven miles. If I went part of the way out and then back I could still make it some sort of seven if need be. But I am one of those runners that just runs how I feel and usually doesn't wear a watch. Not sure if that makes me a ZEN runner but whatever.
A few of the runners were going to run trails and the rest. You guessed it. Were not. I was still on the fence about running trails. You know how much I like trail running based on my earlier post about the J'ville Xterra Tri.
Two miles to the first water stop. I felt good. A good pace and I was actually running in the front of the front pack which was actually a warm up for them but hey I will take it. We re-group and start on the 7 mile loop. I am still undecided about the trail run. Here comes the entrance to the trail and there I go in to the trail behind C-Steve and Speedy Jan. I was followed by Strawberry E and a female I had not seen before. I shall call her, "Soon to be ahead of me" for now.
I felt good in the beginning on this here trail. Nothing crazy. No hills or fallen trees to jump over. Just a nice back and forth trail which began to seem to take forever. Several times we would cross a dirt road but not the paved loop. I kept thinking that at any turn we would end up back on the paved loop and I could just head back towards that two mile entrance. Not happening.
We came to a rest area. I don't think it was an official rest area but I will call it that since it seems they were waiting on me to catch up. I asked Speedy Jan if we had been running for about 37 miles already and she said, "no. Just 5.3." We continued on. One thing about trail runs is that you can make your own trails if you wish to catch up quicker. I did that more than once.
We finally come to the paved loop. I was told that we were now on mile 7. Yey. I am done. What do you mean this part of the paved loop is the 3.5 point. So your saying it is 5.5 miles back to the cars. No more yey. "Why the long face Captain?"
I know you math geeks are thinking. "Captain Nuts. 7+5.5= 12.5" I realize that. Remember that half mile section to the seven mile loop I mentioned earlier. Well that is where a bathroom is located and I needed to get to that spot. This was not the time for a woodsman type potty break. I will save you the details of that mile. Unless you request more info. So there is the extra mile to make it 13.5.
That last 6.5 miles were ran without any company. Which is how I usually prefer it as long as I have a working ipod which just so happens I did. I will admit my ass was tired. I kept a nice steady pace and only walked at the two remaining water stops. This lone runner was hoping someone, anyone, would have come back and ran in with me for the last mile just for a mental boost but that's not going to happen in the Ironman so I guess it was okay that it didn't happen here.
I get back to the cars just as the search parties were being organized. I got kudos for running more than I set out to. I smile on the outside but was not on the inside. Nothing like kicking off my Ironman training with a bang.
For all of it.........
Some time last week, the BRA majority decided that our long Saturday run would be held at Flatwoods Park. Flatwoods has a paved seven mile loop and some trails in and outside the loop. And depending on which entrance you use, there is an additional half mile or two mile start to the loop. So this means you either have an automatic mile or four miles added to your run. All still sounds like basic math.
Because runners in BRA are such nice people, a carpool location was coordinated for the trek to Flatwoods. Not really. It is because gas is so damn high right now and C-Steve just can't ride his bike on the interstate. We loaded up four vehicles and headed out. Bet Al has never done that.
I still had in my mind that I was going to probably run seven. I say this because for the past few months when the Saturday runs were held at Natures Way (a road around a neighborhood in Brandon), I would meet the group in a different location and would end up running only seven instead of the minimum 10.3. So I figured two miles to the loop and then seven on the loop and then two back would be eleven miles. If I went part of the way out and then back I could still make it some sort of seven if need be. But I am one of those runners that just runs how I feel and usually doesn't wear a watch. Not sure if that makes me a ZEN runner but whatever.
A few of the runners were going to run trails and the rest. You guessed it. Were not. I was still on the fence about running trails. You know how much I like trail running based on my earlier post about the J'ville Xterra Tri.
Two miles to the first water stop. I felt good. A good pace and I was actually running in the front of the front pack which was actually a warm up for them but hey I will take it. We re-group and start on the 7 mile loop. I am still undecided about the trail run. Here comes the entrance to the trail and there I go in to the trail behind C-Steve and Speedy Jan. I was followed by Strawberry E and a female I had not seen before. I shall call her, "Soon to be ahead of me" for now.
I felt good in the beginning on this here trail. Nothing crazy. No hills or fallen trees to jump over. Just a nice back and forth trail which began to seem to take forever. Several times we would cross a dirt road but not the paved loop. I kept thinking that at any turn we would end up back on the paved loop and I could just head back towards that two mile entrance. Not happening.
We came to a rest area. I don't think it was an official rest area but I will call it that since it seems they were waiting on me to catch up. I asked Speedy Jan if we had been running for about 37 miles already and she said, "no. Just 5.3." We continued on. One thing about trail runs is that you can make your own trails if you wish to catch up quicker. I did that more than once.
We finally come to the paved loop. I was told that we were now on mile 7. Yey. I am done. What do you mean this part of the paved loop is the 3.5 point. So your saying it is 5.5 miles back to the cars. No more yey. "Why the long face Captain?"
I know you math geeks are thinking. "Captain Nuts. 7+5.5= 12.5" I realize that. Remember that half mile section to the seven mile loop I mentioned earlier. Well that is where a bathroom is located and I needed to get to that spot. This was not the time for a woodsman type potty break. I will save you the details of that mile. Unless you request more info. So there is the extra mile to make it 13.5.
That last 6.5 miles were ran without any company. Which is how I usually prefer it as long as I have a working ipod which just so happens I did. I will admit my ass was tired. I kept a nice steady pace and only walked at the two remaining water stops. This lone runner was hoping someone, anyone, would have come back and ran in with me for the last mile just for a mental boost but that's not going to happen in the Ironman so I guess it was okay that it didn't happen here.
I get back to the cars just as the search parties were being organized. I got kudos for running more than I set out to. I smile on the outside but was not on the inside. Nothing like kicking off my Ironman training with a bang.
For all of it.........
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Miss You Mama.....
This is a re-post for someone who most definitely deserves it. Happy Mother's Day Mom. I still miss you.
Dear Mom, I know it has been a while since we have talked and even longer since I wrote you. I want to tell you how much I love and miss you dearly. You are still such a special woman in my life and hold a deep part of my heart. I should not have waited for this "Mother's Day" to reach out to you. Life sometimes gets so busy that we tend to overlook the people that mean so much to us. That is a lame excuse but it is the best I can do right now. On this day I would like to reflect back on our lives together as Mother and Son.
Dear Mom, I know it has been a while since we have talked and even longer since I wrote you. I want to tell you how much I love and miss you dearly. You are still such a special woman in my life and hold a deep part of my heart. I should not have waited for this "Mother's Day" to reach out to you. Life sometimes gets so busy that we tend to overlook the people that mean so much to us. That is a lame excuse but it is the best I can do right now. On this day I would like to reflect back on our lives together as Mother and Son.
I know it was hard for you at times raising your three children as a single mother for the most part. You working those long hours only to come home and still manage to cook our dinner and put up with all the fussing that two brothers and a sister do. You were so strong not to let it show but I later learned that you were so tired at times and still kept going. Being the oldest was such a big responsibility for me but you never asked me to do things that you did not think I could do. I am so grateful now for that. When I was young I did not realize you were setting me in motion to be the man I am today. Absent all the crazy stuff I seem to find myself doing but hey if it were easy everyone would do it.
I want to thank you mom for being there for me as I was growing up. I can remember all those times you assured me everything would be okay. Like the time when my sister threw the plugged in light socket at me and it stuck to my chest and started electrocuting me. You assured me that I was not dying and the black hairs on my chest were just an early sign of puberty. And when my brother would throw his Christmas Tonka trucks at me out of anger you would assure me that he would eventually grow out of playing with toy trucks. I remember when I was playing outside and came inside thirsty and started drinking from the water jug in the kitchen. After I finished half the gallon I then looked on the jug and read "plant food". You assured me that I was not going to start growing broccoli in my stomach. I remember when my heart would get broken by a girl from school. You would tell me there are other fishes in the sea. You would also tell me that it also doesn't hurt to be a shark every once in a while. I thank you for not getting mad when you returned home from a week long business trip and my girlfriend had moved in. I think you knew it was a temporary thing and also knew she had a different agenda. Some lessons in life are best learned the hard way you would say. You would padlock the cupboards because you were tired of my brother and I eating all the groceries before the week was over.
I would like to apologize to you again for all those things I did growing up that made you upset, disappointed or down right pissed off at me. There are some things that I did that I never told you about. I do remember you saying long ago, "Your Mother always knows." I agree with that statement whole heartily. There were times once I became an adult that we would talk about things I did in high school and you would finish my sentences. "I can't believe you knew that." I use that statement now with the girls but I replace Mother with Father. But then again there are things that this Father may never want to know or at least admit knowing.
I would also like to thank you mom for being such a great Grandmother. The girls love you so. They talk about you and the fun times we have had. The times when they would stay with you when we were on vacation. I knew the only reason you wanted us up there was to have the girls stay with you. You taught them so much that I am sure it will help them in their adult lives. They miss you so much.
I appreciate those times we would talk about things in our lives as friends would do. You and I became great friends as we got older. We became great listeners as well. You were wiser than I could ever be. I try to pass it on when dealing with the girls. I can also see some of you in them when they come at me with something I have done wrong. Especially the oldest one. Which seems to be more than needed lately.
There is some much more I want to say to you right now. If I had the chance I would. I will say that I love you and forever will. This Mother's Day gig is all about you but you never needed a specific day to be recognized. You were the best mother you could be everyday and I would tell you that right now if I could.I remember the last time I told you I loved you. It was on August 9, 2005. You laid in that hospital bed with complications from Colon Cancer surgery. You never knew you had it. Just some exploratory surgery because of some recent abdominal pain. Who would have known. We were already told that you would be leaving us soon and there was nothing we could do about it. You were not even awake. I held your finger ever so tight as a child would do for that comfort feeling when being led somewhere by their parent. You led me to so many places mom. Some of those places I have yet to reach but have not gotten off the road. Merely a journey, right. I only let go mom once I knew you were at peace. Keep looking down on us and know that we love you with no regrets. "A Mother always knows."
I love you,
John
As a friend of mine said in an earlier posting, always tell your family/friends you love them. You never know when they will be leaving you for the final time.
Monday, May 2, 2011
The Streak Continues....
Yesterday I finished my, what seems like 50th, 16th St Anthony's Triathlon in a row. St. Anthony's is an Olympic distance tri which usually consists of a 1.5k swim, 40k bike and a 10k run. I say usually because the past few years the swim course has been cancelled, shortened and deadly. This year, due to high winds, the swim was moved and shorted to a 1k. My time of 2:31 was about average for me but I am done settling for average.
I will admit that I have grown tired of this race. Not the race itself because the course and venue are great. It is the mentality I have when it comes to training for this race. Since I have finished it so many times I am of the mindset that "oh I can finish that with no problem." That is true but it causes me to lose focus on training and I basically roll out of bed race morning and go do it. And it never fails that when I get half way through the run I start to wish I had ran more. No one to blame but me. Imagine if I totally trained for this race what I could accomplish. Well anyways, I digress.
This years race was no exception. A great, short, swim. A better than average, windy, bike. Followed by a...you guessed it. Slower run. I still averaged a 9:08 pace for a 10k but I know I can do better. I get frustrated when I pass all these guys on the bike and they turn around and pass me on the run. I shall work on that.
There were great moments yesterday. Several people from the BRA running group competed, very well I must say, in their first Olympic distance triathlon. All of them did say they would do it next year. We should also move our tent closer to the finish line so we can all cheer on our friends as they finish. There was also a guy that used to weigh 500 pounds cross the finish line. The race also has a Challenged Athletes division. This will humble you watching the Challenged Athletes cross the finish line. As a side note, I first started doing triathlons the year after I watched the St Anthony's Triathlon 17 years ago. Seeing people giving it their all and realizing that I could do the same if I just tri(ed) got me motivated.
I now need a new goal to focus on. I have decided to participate in my first Ironman distance triathlon this year. The Great Floridian in Clermont, Florida on Oct 22. I realize that I can't just roll out of bed and do that race. I must train and get my mind right well before September. I say this as I am eating two pieces of cheesecake, but what the hell today is my birthday. I am not getting any younger and the Ironman triathlon is next on the tri ladder.
Famous first words, "starting tomorrow" I will begin my Ironman training journey. This will have to include running more than twice a month. I should also watch what I eat as well. That does not mean I will totally give up the McDouble. Just not more than one a week. I am allowed a cheat day you know. Oh and I will have to cut back on beer. Not too much since I homebrew now and I must taste test what I make. It's the right thing to do before allowing others to drink what I make.
Steps To The Rave.......
I will admit that I have grown tired of this race. Not the race itself because the course and venue are great. It is the mentality I have when it comes to training for this race. Since I have finished it so many times I am of the mindset that "oh I can finish that with no problem." That is true but it causes me to lose focus on training and I basically roll out of bed race morning and go do it. And it never fails that when I get half way through the run I start to wish I had ran more. No one to blame but me. Imagine if I totally trained for this race what I could accomplish. Well anyways, I digress.
This years race was no exception. A great, short, swim. A better than average, windy, bike. Followed by a...you guessed it. Slower run. I still averaged a 9:08 pace for a 10k but I know I can do better. I get frustrated when I pass all these guys on the bike and they turn around and pass me on the run. I shall work on that.
There were great moments yesterday. Several people from the BRA running group competed, very well I must say, in their first Olympic distance triathlon. All of them did say they would do it next year. We should also move our tent closer to the finish line so we can all cheer on our friends as they finish. There was also a guy that used to weigh 500 pounds cross the finish line. The race also has a Challenged Athletes division. This will humble you watching the Challenged Athletes cross the finish line. As a side note, I first started doing triathlons the year after I watched the St Anthony's Triathlon 17 years ago. Seeing people giving it their all and realizing that I could do the same if I just tri(ed) got me motivated.
I now need a new goal to focus on. I have decided to participate in my first Ironman distance triathlon this year. The Great Floridian in Clermont, Florida on Oct 22. I realize that I can't just roll out of bed and do that race. I must train and get my mind right well before September. I say this as I am eating two pieces of cheesecake, but what the hell today is my birthday. I am not getting any younger and the Ironman triathlon is next on the tri ladder.
Famous first words, "starting tomorrow" I will begin my Ironman training journey. This will have to include running more than twice a month. I should also watch what I eat as well. That does not mean I will totally give up the McDouble. Just not more than one a week. I am allowed a cheat day you know. Oh and I will have to cut back on beer. Not too much since I homebrew now and I must taste test what I make. It's the right thing to do before allowing others to drink what I make.
Steps To The Rave.......
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