Another great thursday trick. 17 mile bike, (45 minutes)1.1 mile swim (47 min.) 1.5 mile run (10.5 min.)consistency gives you wings.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
A Mighty Mo Update
Tarheeltri, who along with Flatman are damn near as close to internet brothers as I can get. I can assure all of you that when you get a comment from one of us, the other two were going to write the EXACT same thing. We only know this because we zap e-mails off to each other about it. Well Mostly to Flatman since he spends all day online.
The point. The other day Tarheeltri shot me a e-mail telling me to stop crying in my coffee, take off the diaper and put my big boy pants back on...oh yeah how about a Mo Update Loser.
Mo is doing great. Many of you remember how he spent all of last winter in confinement from other kids and through a miracle was cured of all his major aliments. The last pictures I posted were of his first day of summer school. After a few months of that he rules the whole darn school.
Mistress lost on the toy gun front. We went to a party and thats all the boys did. The only toy guns in our house are squirt guns so she feels some satisfication there. Of course he does not call them guns, they are called, "Bad Boys" because we watch Cops on Saturday night and thats the theme song. Now he watches Cops almost as much as dinosaur movies. Mistress has no satisfaction in that, she can't stand the stuff where perps bawl their eyes out when guilty, looking for sympathy.
He is still dinosaur crazy.
Mistress thinks that he should be able to swim a meter or two on his own very soon. And he loves to sit in Daddy's hot pool aka my jaccuzi.
The point. The other day Tarheeltri shot me a e-mail telling me to stop crying in my coffee, take off the diaper and put my big boy pants back on...oh yeah how about a Mo Update Loser.
Mo is doing great. Many of you remember how he spent all of last winter in confinement from other kids and through a miracle was cured of all his major aliments. The last pictures I posted were of his first day of summer school. After a few months of that he rules the whole darn school.
- Teachers fight over wanting him in their class, because he is a positive influence.
- He plays and interacts with every click in his class with equal self assurance and confidence.
- Other parents compliment me on how well he behaves.
- I was told third person that when there is a break in class he operates the front door for parents when they come in or out and says hello and good bye to them.
- He is the official 'Hall Monitor' and 'Line-Fixer'.
Mistress lost on the toy gun front. We went to a party and thats all the boys did. The only toy guns in our house are squirt guns so she feels some satisfication there. Of course he does not call them guns, they are called, "Bad Boys" because we watch Cops on Saturday night and thats the theme song. Now he watches Cops almost as much as dinosaur movies. Mistress has no satisfaction in that, she can't stand the stuff where perps bawl their eyes out when guilty, looking for sympathy.
He is still dinosaur crazy.
Mistress thinks that he should be able to swim a meter or two on his own very soon. And he loves to sit in Daddy's hot pool aka my jaccuzi.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Where is my head at...
Physically I feel pretty much ready or will be ready for this thing called Ironman. My support system of training partners and family are all behind me 100%. No one has missed me on my long lunches at work.
Mentally I think I am hurting myself.
I think most people can think of huge goal they had coming up and got a bit nervous over it. Like when you have to give a public presentation or upcoming event you have never done before. Heck it took me ten minutes to sign my wedding certificate, after the pastor, the witnesses and my soon-to-be had signed it and handed me the pen...and stared at me for ten long minutes.
My nerves right now have more to do with not letting myself done. Not beating myself up out there on the course but building myself up. I jokingly wrote on my arms a few weeks ago; one arm a reminder that ego equals bonk and the other that the plan equals ironman. It was more an admonishment to stay positive in adversity than anything else.
Who hasn't mentally flogged themselves in the middle of run? I have. "To slow. You were faster last year. Stop running, you can walk, its no big deal. I'm thirsty, gulp your water down. You can't finish this. Stop." And on, and on, and on. I am not alone here right?
My mind has the ability to create good thoughts too. Positive energy that with each strong affirmation is a benefit to putting one step forward, moving one mile per hour faster on the bike, there are no sharks in the lake.
Mistress see's the cracks in my mental game. She bought me a mental toughness CD specifically for triathlon. I haven't tried it yet. Maybe I will fall asleep to it tonight.
I do not want to imagine the tricks my negative self will play on my pysche, made even that much more fragile by having swum and biked so far. I do not think the demons will abate until the run. Most assuredly they will wash over me in the swim as I am being lapped by stronger triathletes on the two loop swim course.
My physical training plan has been in full affect for months now. The reward, my ironman tattoo and finishers medal, firmly envisioned. Mentally I still have dragons to slay and affirmations to memorize when I am out there alone in my head for 140.6 miles.
I have a track record of being stubborn. Of not quitting. I often ask myself deep into my training, "Do I have enough heart?" Is that the right question? After almost twenty years of overcoming obstacles, do I still need to ask myself that. Apparently I do.
The race course will be won or lost in my mind and that is where I will spend between 14 and 17 hours on November 4th. The epic battle that will take me from the sea, to bike and finally my own two feet will rage and howl though my face may be blank. Already the wearied look of training long volumes masks my inner turmoil and the lack of energy subdues my pacing back and forth across the carpet, but make no mistake every minute of every day I think of Ironman. It consumes me and not always in a positive, harmonious way.
After 433 days of countdown, and peaking for one ironman already this year, I feel somewhat like Frodo from Lord of the Rings, trudging each day a little closer to Mt. Doom. Gollum representing the negative part of my mind and Sam the believer in the cause. I don't really consider Ironman Florida a ghastly place like Mt. Doom, but like Frodo I have the doubts and the fears of measuring up when I look into that water on November 4th and visualize how the day will end.
Mentally I think I am hurting myself.
I think most people can think of huge goal they had coming up and got a bit nervous over it. Like when you have to give a public presentation or upcoming event you have never done before. Heck it took me ten minutes to sign my wedding certificate, after the pastor, the witnesses and my soon-to-be had signed it and handed me the pen...and stared at me for ten long minutes.
My nerves right now have more to do with not letting myself done. Not beating myself up out there on the course but building myself up. I jokingly wrote on my arms a few weeks ago; one arm a reminder that ego equals bonk and the other that the plan equals ironman. It was more an admonishment to stay positive in adversity than anything else.
Who hasn't mentally flogged themselves in the middle of run? I have. "To slow. You were faster last year. Stop running, you can walk, its no big deal. I'm thirsty, gulp your water down. You can't finish this. Stop." And on, and on, and on. I am not alone here right?
My mind has the ability to create good thoughts too. Positive energy that with each strong affirmation is a benefit to putting one step forward, moving one mile per hour faster on the bike, there are no sharks in the lake.
Mistress see's the cracks in my mental game. She bought me a mental toughness CD specifically for triathlon. I haven't tried it yet. Maybe I will fall asleep to it tonight.
I do not want to imagine the tricks my negative self will play on my pysche, made even that much more fragile by having swum and biked so far. I do not think the demons will abate until the run. Most assuredly they will wash over me in the swim as I am being lapped by stronger triathletes on the two loop swim course.
My physical training plan has been in full affect for months now. The reward, my ironman tattoo and finishers medal, firmly envisioned. Mentally I still have dragons to slay and affirmations to memorize when I am out there alone in my head for 140.6 miles.
I have a track record of being stubborn. Of not quitting. I often ask myself deep into my training, "Do I have enough heart?" Is that the right question? After almost twenty years of overcoming obstacles, do I still need to ask myself that. Apparently I do.
The race course will be won or lost in my mind and that is where I will spend between 14 and 17 hours on November 4th. The epic battle that will take me from the sea, to bike and finally my own two feet will rage and howl though my face may be blank. Already the wearied look of training long volumes masks my inner turmoil and the lack of energy subdues my pacing back and forth across the carpet, but make no mistake every minute of every day I think of Ironman. It consumes me and not always in a positive, harmonious way.
After 433 days of countdown, and peaking for one ironman already this year, I feel somewhat like Frodo from Lord of the Rings, trudging each day a little closer to Mt. Doom. Gollum representing the negative part of my mind and Sam the believer in the cause. I don't really consider Ironman Florida a ghastly place like Mt. Doom, but like Frodo I have the doubts and the fears of measuring up when I look into that water on November 4th and visualize how the day will end.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Race Report #5 2006- The Practice Race
The undreground tri that John, The Machine and I hashed out for an AzTriClub workout was a tremendous success. There were at least a dozen triathletes who showed up for either the long course or short course. Well there was actually only four of us who went long.
There were some logistic issues to contend with and as it turned out the set distances that were planned for the short and long courses became more of a guideline if you will. Most went long or short of the planned turnarounds which made a ranking system out of the question.
There were some logistic issues to contend with and as it turned out the set distances that were planned for the short and long courses became more of a guideline if you will. Most went long or short of the planned turnarounds which made a ranking system out of the question.
Since this race is on the low-low, we did not have buoy markers or aid stations. The person who was to be standing on shore at the turn around for the swim did not show up there so I and a few others went long. I went real long and easily ended up adding an extra 1,000 meters to my swim.
I was the last to leave our transition area for the llonger course ride, but the short course winner, Karl finished the short as I was leaving. For those that remember the name, he is the ironman that ran a half marathon with a halo screwed into his head for a broken neck.
My bike ride was all hills and all zone 4/5. I will put the graph up highlighting this part of the course. I have been spending so much time on the flats just spinning away that the steep inclines beat me up pretty good.
As I got back everyone was sitting around the table drinking beer and celebrating their workouts. I was told that the run course was unrunnable and to just run a circuit around the campgrounds one time equalling two miles. I did not have a problem with that.
Mistress and Mo came to see me and drove by me while on the bike course. It was nice to see them standing on the road yelling, "Go Daddy Go!" Bless them.
When I got done with my run, I went down to the water to cool off and then Mistress went for her first open water swim in years. She was very happy as she was a miler and medley swimmer for Washington State University. We watched her stroke out like a bullet and then flip over into a perfect backstroke for a while, then tear out for a good swim and back. I love my wife and I am very jealous of her swim ability.
Finished the workout with a triple cheeseburger from Wendy's. Gotta love when your in a 5,000 calorie defiecit at noon on a weekend.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Jump away fade...
Just checking mail and thought I would throw a quick post in the hoop. No training today, I helped out at a Polar seminar this morning, (have to keep the sponsors happy), and it was kind of a bust. As luck would have it the state cycling championships are this weekend so pretty much all the purists are gone.
Sunday is our swim, bike, run 'training day' that just happens to be sprint or olympic distance. Will be interesting to see how many people attend. I am looking at it as a good training plan, but already I see that I will want to go past my ironman training zone and into not being the last person to cross the finish line. I mean look its obviously counter productive to do an olympic at iron pace and expect to come in the top 30 percent. Olympic's should be a red line experience not staying in zone two.
I hope to have some good stuff to post by tomorrow afternoon.
Sunday is our swim, bike, run 'training day' that just happens to be sprint or olympic distance. Will be interesting to see how many people attend. I am looking at it as a good training plan, but already I see that I will want to go past my ironman training zone and into not being the last person to cross the finish line. I mean look its obviously counter productive to do an olympic at iron pace and expect to come in the top 30 percent. Olympic's should be a red line experience not staying in zone two.
I hope to have some good stuff to post by tomorrow afternoon.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Insatiable
I think we can all think back fondly to those pre-triathlon days when we ate whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. When food was for entertainment instead of for fuel. When we didn't refer to a meal as 'nutrition' and liquids as 'hydration'.
As we become more physical active and fitness improves its only natural to change the stale eating habits that attributed to the physique or figure you are using triathlon to escape.
But I have a question....
What's the one surprising habit you have picked up in your nutrition program that was not there before triathlon? Good, bad or neutral. What do you Jones?
Mine? I went from not drinking any soda pop product in over a year to now I don't feel like my workout is complete without having a bottle, not can of Coke Zero. I think it began because I had to find a way to burp after having so much liquid carbohydrate in my stomach after my long rides. That burp felt so good. Now I am addicted to getting that burp. Pretty much the only time I drink diet soda pop, which is all I drink, is after a workout but I will drink like 20-24 ounces as fast as I can.
How about you?
As we become more physical active and fitness improves its only natural to change the stale eating habits that attributed to the physique or figure you are using triathlon to escape.
But I have a question....
What's the one surprising habit you have picked up in your nutrition program that was not there before triathlon? Good, bad or neutral. What do you Jones?
Mine? I went from not drinking any soda pop product in over a year to now I don't feel like my workout is complete without having a bottle, not can of Coke Zero. I think it began because I had to find a way to burp after having so much liquid carbohydrate in my stomach after my long rides. That burp felt so good. Now I am addicted to getting that burp. Pretty much the only time I drink diet soda pop, which is all I drink, is after a workout but I will drink like 20-24 ounces as fast as I can.
How about you?
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