This is how it works-
I love to run but there are times when I would rather not. This is when the voices start. Chants, name calling, guilt and reverse psychology is how they get me up and out the door. I don't really mind the voices and have actually started looking forward to their daily calls. Together we have formed a running club that supports, encourages and competes with each other. I love these peeps. They are much more experienced, talented and tougher than I am. Pushing me out the door, through the hard miles and up the monster hills when I am feeling lazy or want to give up. Some people have "real" training partners, coaches and support crews. My team is ALWAYS with me and helps me to keep my eye on the prize and not veer off the track. Sounds crazy- Yeah, probably is.........

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

T is for Triathlon. I is for Idiot.

Last year, after I completed the Lake Freebird Triathlon, it was clear to me that I should have trained. I even wrote a blog post in which I vowed to train before attempting it again. Guess what? Yep. I'm dumb like that.

I really didn't plan on entering the tri again this year, it just kind of happened. I could take responsibility for my own actions here but I won't. I blame my friend Charley. We did this mess together last year and I really couldn't, in good conscience, let him roll in there alone. Yeah, that's a stretch but I'm going to use it. Of course, Charley is much more serious about these things and has been planning on competing since last year. He actually bought a bad ass road bike and has been swimming on a regular basis. Me? Uhhh..... I rode my antique 1994 Schwinn Mtn. Bike once back in February and I did swim on vacation, kind of..... His peer pressure prompted me to make the last minute decision to enter. By last minute I mean 6 pm the night before.....

So...... I blew the dust off my bike, aired up both flat tires, shot some WD-40 on the chain and pulled the old baseball cards out of the spokes. I was ready.....

The Swim:

No. I didn't really wear it.

This is not a big event. It is small with only about 60 people doing the sprint and it was not a requirement to wear goggles or a swim cap. Good thing because I would have had to use my kids Scooby Doo mask....Whatever. I was the only person (again) without goggles in the lake. A very loud boom from a cannon signaled the start. Here we go..... only 600 meters. No sweat.

Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep..... hey dude, why you kicking me? What the hell? Did somebody scratch me? Why are you trying to drown me?

It was soon evident that I was in over my head. Literally. Swimming is hard. Swimming is really hard when you have no clue how to do it. I was afraid to put my face/head under water because I figured my breathing was all screwed up and I would suck water and die. So I didn't. This resulted in a weird, neck like an ostrich, doggy paddle looking thing. It worked and I finally made it out of the water in 12:35 and 32nd place.

The Bike:
It's a classic.

After wobbling for a few steps out of the water and a way too long transition period, I was off and rolling on my bike. It was, by far, the crappiest one there. I should have been embarrassed by this but I wasn't. Not sure what's wrong with me but I was kind of proud. The VOICES were laughing because they knew I was about to get smoked. Jerks. I pedaled like a mug for about 2 miles before realizing that my back tire was half flat.

Must be a slow leak..... I don't have a spare or any way to air it up.... okay, don't worry- it'll be fine. If it holds for 10 miles then I can carry it the last 4. If it dies before then.... Could be a long day..... just keep pedaling. Just keep pedaling.....

The tire held up. Turns out that maybe I didn't shoot enough air in the tires the night before. Guess I could have used a pressure gauge. Next time. Maybe. Whatever. The big, knobby back tire felt like it was rolling through sand the rest of the way. I worked REALLY hard to get that thing to maintain a 15.6 mph average for the 14 miles as I got passed. Turns out that cycling is hard too.....

The Run:

I hate 5k's. Really. Hate them. This started with a loop around the lake and then up a monster hill. It is not often that you will hear me say this....I walked part of the 5k. Think I did last year too. Weird. Anyway, I managed to pass a few people and ended up with the 6th best run time overall with a slow 5k. Not good enough to bring me back from the dead but enough to bring me in with a time of 1:31:17.... and in 26th place overall. Charley finished in 1:18 and 10th overall. Stud.

What I learned:
Triathlons are hard. I am not a triathlete. I am an Idiot. I will train next year. Or not.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

100 Days.......

On May 2nd of this year, I logged a 10 mile run on the treadmill. It was nothing special just another run...... I had no idea that it would be the start of a 100 day – 700 mile runstreak. Not sure why I would start a “streak” considering the knee issue that showed up during the Ouachita 50 miler two weeks prior and had been slowly healing. Guess it just kind of happened.

Here is a breakdown mileage per run.....

3 miles 19x

5 miles 42x

6 miles 13x

8 miles 2x

10 miles 12x

12 miles 4x

14 miles 1x

15 miles 3x

16 miles 1x

19 miles 1x

53 miles 1x (logged as 20 and 33 miles. Fri. night – Sat. morning)

and several “junk” miles.... (Oh yeah, every 10th counts....)

Total = 700 miles in 100 days

This includes a few 5k's and 10k's. Nothing really noteworthy other than the 53 mile Relay For Life track run and the Sprint Tri back in July. Notice this was a “run” streak- nothing about swimming or cycling. That is because I don't see a need to properly train......

It was pretty cool to hit exactly 700 miles on the 100th day. Even cooler that my “lifetime” mileage (Since Jan. 16th 2006) hit 9,500 at the same time. But the streak will not end at 100 because my logbook is sitting at 1,494 miles, there will definitely be a 101st day to this streak.

I have been putting one shiny quarter in a jar for each day of the streak which I will donate to the American Cancer Society when the streak officially ends. It's up to $25 now..... anybody want to match it? Let me know......