That was the sort of response I did not expect from Mistress on Friday night when I told her I wasn't training Saturday morning and she could sleep in. On Friday I created a decent training window and decided to put in an iron swim (93 minutes) at Canyon lake and then rest up for my iron ride on Sunday. Saturday is Active Rest and shoulder recovery. Around 3,500 yards my right shoulder got really sore so today instead of running or swimming again I am going to go for a walk.
Sunday is my 112 mile ride. It will probably be solo but I put out an open invite for people to join me for parts of it. The course is a 15 mile loop with very few lights, its as close to Florida topography as I can get in the city without being in a congested area. There is monotony in the course but there is enough variety in landscape and road (much is ridden in a high scale golf community and a wide six lane road) that I don't get bored at all. Goal is to average 18 mph which puts me in Zone 2 or below 150 HR.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Friday, September 29, 2006
Whose your personal Lex Luthor?
Its fun watching all these little rivalrys going on. Competition is good. While in all deference to TriGreyhound I have to put my support behind Nytro, she's my homey. But I must say their little commentary about their SOMA race is some of the best written stuff in the Alliance right now.
A new one just popped up that I want all of you to read. I do hope that the blogger will continue with more regular posting about this and perhaps his antagonist will send him some taunting notes.
The blooger is my team mate Andy and the antagonist is is none other than John my regular riding partner and AZTRICLUB wizard. This bet is also occuring at SOMA.
Its kind of nice that I am not participating in this race, Ironman is the next weekend, so I will be front and center for all the excitement.
A new one just popped up that I want all of you to read. I do hope that the blogger will continue with more regular posting about this and perhaps his antagonist will send him some taunting notes.
The blooger is my team mate Andy and the antagonist is is none other than John my regular riding partner and AZTRICLUB wizard. This bet is also occuring at SOMA.
Its kind of nice that I am not participating in this race, Ironman is the next weekend, so I will be front and center for all the excitement.
Where's my cape?
I am not unique in my secret identity issues in relation to work and triathlon, nor the first or last to comment on it. In my line of work where physical achievement is common conversation, hell its the business, I find myself speaking little if anything about my ironman pursuits unlike when I was doing body building shows or strength competitions where I discussed the intricacys ad nausem.
I think part of my dual identity is that there is no cognitive revelance between being a gym rat and a triathlete, eventually you are assimulated into one culture or the other. In my business, life and fitness are qualified by highest weight lifted, number of sets and reps and minutes on cardio. In my tri life its quanified by yards stroked, miles ridden and kilometers ran. There is no translation.
I was recently asked by a peer what I did for training over the weekend, I replied my key workout was a 80 mile bike and 3 mile run. His remark was, "Yeah, I rode my mountain bike along the canal for an hour, " as if there was equalness to our workouts. Its no use explaining the difference, to him I rode a bike, he rode a bike. Same thing.
The closer I get to Ironman the more I have become open to conversation about it. Its hard to hide some of the tell tale signs such as a portion of my tri-shorts showing underneath my golf shorts; going for a two hour run at lunch and having salt stains all over my running shorts, bringing my bike into the office for a noon ride.
Oh that was a good one. I thought I could sneak out the back door for a ride and while I was heading out the door in tri uniform with my bike, a meeting broke and I had to scoot past fifty employee in the hallway as they exited the room. Talk about cover being blown.
In all, my partners and key executives understand the distance of Ironman and applaud my conditioning. They still think I am nuts and perhaps deep down and unvoiced they don't think I can do it. It doesn't matter.
I am not asking for their permission to finish Ironman. Only for their help walking the week after.
I think part of my dual identity is that there is no cognitive revelance between being a gym rat and a triathlete, eventually you are assimulated into one culture or the other. In my business, life and fitness are qualified by highest weight lifted, number of sets and reps and minutes on cardio. In my tri life its quanified by yards stroked, miles ridden and kilometers ran. There is no translation.
I was recently asked by a peer what I did for training over the weekend, I replied my key workout was a 80 mile bike and 3 mile run. His remark was, "Yeah, I rode my mountain bike along the canal for an hour, " as if there was equalness to our workouts. Its no use explaining the difference, to him I rode a bike, he rode a bike. Same thing.
The closer I get to Ironman the more I have become open to conversation about it. Its hard to hide some of the tell tale signs such as a portion of my tri-shorts showing underneath my golf shorts; going for a two hour run at lunch and having salt stains all over my running shorts, bringing my bike into the office for a noon ride.
Oh that was a good one. I thought I could sneak out the back door for a ride and while I was heading out the door in tri uniform with my bike, a meeting broke and I had to scoot past fifty employee in the hallway as they exited the room. Talk about cover being blown.
In all, my partners and key executives understand the distance of Ironman and applaud my conditioning. They still think I am nuts and perhaps deep down and unvoiced they don't think I can do it. It doesn't matter.
I am not asking for their permission to finish Ironman. Only for their help walking the week after.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Timex photos
A sampling of photos taken by Team Mom and good friend Wendy Banas.
Before the swim start (L to R): Bill-first olympic, Andy, oft mentioned training partner John, me, The Machine.
Crap I'm 5'10" and I look like a midget between those two.
Me on the Run.
As a self critique I was moving pretty fast here, under 8. To see my fore leg underneath my body and staying pretty much upright makes me very happy as that is proper running form. I have tried to correct a habitual stiff shoulder movement which is evident by both arms looking like they are at my sides. My arms don't move forward and back as much as across my body and that is incorrect form. I do keep my hands loose and have play in my forearms so I only run tight across the shoulder girdle. Its a constant battle and suppose if I incorporated more sprint work with a spotter I could overcome this.
(L-R) Andy2, who is tapering for a race this weekend, Hardcore Mike, John, Eric taking 1st AG in the sprint, me
Before the swim start (L to R): Bill-first olympic, Andy, oft mentioned training partner John, me, The Machine.Crap I'm 5'10" and I look like a midget between those two.
Me on the Run.As a self critique I was moving pretty fast here, under 8. To see my fore leg underneath my body and staying pretty much upright makes me very happy as that is proper running form. I have tried to correct a habitual stiff shoulder movement which is evident by both arms looking like they are at my sides. My arms don't move forward and back as much as across my body and that is incorrect form. I do keep my hands loose and have play in my forearms so I only run tight across the shoulder girdle. Its a constant battle and suppose if I incorporated more sprint work with a spotter I could overcome this.
(L-R) Andy2, who is tapering for a race this weekend, Hardcore Mike, John, Eric taking 1st AG in the sprint, meWednesday, September 27, 2006
Where's Comm's?
I have been on the bike the last two days. Yesterday I was at The Machines office using his spiffy CompuTrainer. Talk about TMI. I didn't know which screen to look at. I used a 36 mile course that was mostly flat with varying ascent/decents of 4.5%, 6.7%, 7% and finally a ridiculous 13%.
For the first thrity minutes I used the spin profile that shows the effeciancy of my pedal stroke. I was about 67%. That means I hypothetically lose 33% power per revolution, though 100% is impossible to achieve. Realistically I think I can improve to a steady 75-78% effeciancy. I am dead power straight up and straight down in my stroke. Interesting. I was able to maintain 80% for ten minutes when I keep my cadence in the high 90's, focused all my effort on my hip flexors and took all the weight off my lower legs and feet along with keeping my core completely activated. After that I just clicked to a different screen and pedaled away.
I have never tracked Watts before and I averaged 211 for the time with ave. speed of 21 mph. Max watts were 534. I don't think that is very good, the average not the high. I am definitely going to be utlizing this assest for Ironman Arizona next spring.
This morning was a recovery ride around Usery Pass. The usual Wednesday morning thing. Down along the Salt River the temperature dropped about 20 degrees to around 65 and it felt down right chilly. I may have to break out the under armour in a couple of weeks.
Glen was able to bust out the ride on his new Cervelo, (commense drooling) and I encouraged him to TT the 4 mile ride up Usery. It took him 17.5 minutes. Good job. My fastest duplicated TT on that hill is 16' and my average is 18'30".
Later today is a 2o mile run. My first in a few months. That will be fun.
For the first thrity minutes I used the spin profile that shows the effeciancy of my pedal stroke. I was about 67%. That means I hypothetically lose 33% power per revolution, though 100% is impossible to achieve. Realistically I think I can improve to a steady 75-78% effeciancy. I am dead power straight up and straight down in my stroke. Interesting. I was able to maintain 80% for ten minutes when I keep my cadence in the high 90's, focused all my effort on my hip flexors and took all the weight off my lower legs and feet along with keeping my core completely activated. After that I just clicked to a different screen and pedaled away.
I have never tracked Watts before and I averaged 211 for the time with ave. speed of 21 mph. Max watts were 534. I don't think that is very good, the average not the high. I am definitely going to be utlizing this assest for Ironman Arizona next spring.
This morning was a recovery ride around Usery Pass. The usual Wednesday morning thing. Down along the Salt River the temperature dropped about 20 degrees to around 65 and it felt down right chilly. I may have to break out the under armour in a couple of weeks.
Glen was able to bust out the ride on his new Cervelo, (commense drooling) and I encouraged him to TT the 4 mile ride up Usery. It took him 17.5 minutes. Good job. My fastest duplicated TT on that hill is 16' and my average is 18'30".
Later today is a 2o mile run. My first in a few months. That will be fun.
The Death of Metro
The Menaissance
Article from: 
SAY goodbye to the metrosexual and say hello again to the brute – Australia is in the midst of a Menaissance.
In a backlash against the feminisation of men, old-fashioned manliness has returned.Real men no longer wear pink, have pedicures and eat quiche.
Nor is the manly man the guy who gets $100 haircuts, uses eye cream and waxes his chest.
He is more likely to be found in hardware stores, drives a ute and has grease-stained fingernails and a strong aversion to sushi.
"For the majority of women, the death of the metrosexual is a blessing," AustraliaSCAN social analyst David Chalke said.
"They were sick of having to wash their man's hair gel out of the pillowcases."
Manliness is everywhere as the metrosexual is ditched for the machosexual.
In film, Superman and Vince Vaughn's character in The Break-Up are both blokey pin-ups.
On television, Surfing The Menu's beer-loving surfers, Lost's scruffy hunters, McLeod's Daughters' rough cowboys, Prison Break's sweaty crims, and the boys and their toys on MythBusters all fly the manly flag.
The latest best-selling literary craze is men writing about drinking and womanising while the next big thing in music is tipped to be Philadelphia's tattooed rockers Man Man.
But a love of sport, stubble and steak is just the tip of the hairy-chested iceberg.
Gender studies expert and QUT senior lecturer Dr Barbara Pini said women should not fear this new-found manliness will push them back into the kitchen.
Underneath the beer-swilling brute is a man trying to find his place within the post-feminist world of sexual equality.
"It's not throwing out the metrosexual entirely and it's not going back to the neanderthal – it's finding a middle ground," she said.
Brisbane events co-ordinator Kate Pegg, 22, said young women were secretly repulsed by metrosexuals. "I want a man who uses one bar of soap to wash his face, his body and his hair," she said. "I don't want some guy who tints his eyelashes."
Tool-belt-wearing Tim Treloar, 22 – who is building a house in Brisbane's Paddington with some of his mates – is a guy's guy. The Bev Jenner Constructions carpenter from Toowong never subscribed to the metrosexual movement.
"Horses for courses – everyone is different, but that's not something I'm into."
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