Creepy Office

The doctor said I must wear a beard at all times, forever.

Or, a Tom Selleck mustache, my choice.

Protecting the Head

My new bike helmet came today!
Maybe should have worn it playing ultimate frisbee.

Mama always said, "snitches get stitches."

I ain't a snitch.
But with an elbow to the face I did get 7 stitches.

Faster with Farther

It has become really clear to me that I have one speed. I am not fast. So, I am going to become faster by going farther. I think increased endurance is my key to a faster pace, not speeding up my pace and then adding distance to it (as is recommended). Never slowing and never becoming winded is my new goal.

Becoming tired while running is killer. It eats away at your mind and makes you hate running, so much so, walking becomes acceptable. I am hoping to finish this Ironman while there is still light, and never walking is going to be key.

Running in the Rain

It rained a bunch yesterday, all day. So, I went for a run. There's something cool about rain in that once you are soaking wet, you can't get any wetter. 2 hours later I was just as wet as right after I started.

I have been really fortunate to have never had terrible weather on a race day. Twice it has forecasted disaster, one of those being Ironman Lake Placid, but it is fun to train and get in some fun in something other than the sun.

This was my last run in the rain. It has been a while.

Fine Print

1. I HEREBY ACKNOWLEDGE AND ASSUME ALL OF THE RISKS OF PARTICIPATING IN THIS EVENT. I acknowledge running, bicycling, swimming, and/or other portions of this Event are inherently dangerous and are an extreme test of my physical and mental limits that carries with them the potential for serious bodily injury, permanent disability, paralysis and death, and property damage or loss...

This is the beginning of an 8 page waiver I printed, and of course signed without reading much further.

Six Hundred and Thirty Dollarinies

Perhaps crazier than actually completing an Ironman is paying $630 to compete in one. I have completed 1 Ironman and am currently signed up for 2 more.

Maybe I need a lobotomy.

IRONMAN 3!!!

They are adding an Ironman in my own backyard!

Sign up is today at Noon, I'll be at my computer hitting the refresh button about 100 times at 11:59.

Doing Things Differently

This Ironman will not be the same. Different course, different me.

Ironman Lake Placid's swim was in a calm lake with biking and running in mountains. Ironman Florida's swim is in the Gulf of Mexico with biking and running basically on a runway. I was a tank before, it worked, and I think it would work again. But, somehow I hope I am smarter, more experienced and am building a better ride for the journey.

Here are some notable differences from ironman me a year ago:

• I eat a lot less. Before I usually ate 2 dinners most nights. It was an awesome feeling to eat 2 dinners and somehow feel stronger, like much stronger.

• I drink a lot of water and really not much else. Before I would drink Gatorade at an amazing rate.

• I am running more barefoot. I want to do a marathon barefoot, mainly for shock value, but for now my FiveFingers are getting a good run.

• I don't care about building up muscle. I use to do a lot of push ups, the Perfect Push-up will just have to gather dust for now.

I am going for lighter and quicker. Only one way to see if this way works.

The Opponent

One bad thing is it seems for the past month I haven't thought about Ironman. Not that I forget I am signed up and not that I haven't been active, just not really thinking about a grueling event that wants to put me in the hospital.

It makes you think about a boxer with an upcoming fight, you know they are thinking about the other person wanting to punch their face in, every day.

Currently, starting over, building up and serious training for 4 months leading up to another Ironman seems tougher than just going out and doing the event itself tomorrow.

Maiden Voyage

One day I might do some real running, swimming and biking. Not today. I carried this beast of a pack 3 miles, but got a 2 hour kayak warm up in before all the heavy lifting. 

                                   

This is much easier to carry than the ladder.

The unload. I love you SeaEagle.

National Running Day

Today is National Running Day. I guess I should run today, seems to be how you celebrate the occasion.

I have been reading 2 books on running, I'll write a book report on them for you blog lovers later. I think any book about running is pretty simple though, you ran as a kid, everyone did. It was fun, fun to be timed, fun to see how fast you could go. And with all the many times of being told to slow down, everyone did.

109 more days until International Talk Like a Pirate Day.

Team SP

Crazy

I carried this ladder over 2 miles.

Analysis of a Disaster

Here's a lengthy recap of what not to do in preparation for the big race. Most of this stuff seems obvious and isn't what the pros are doing. But, in one of many confirmations, I am not a pro.

One thing you probably shouldn't do the day before the race is go to Schlitterbahn. I didn't see any athletes at check-in with these two wristbands on and I KNOW they saw the Schlitterbahn, it was right next to the race start. Don't these people know that water parks are amazing?

The problem with Schlitterbahn isn't that it is crazy awesome. The problem is that running around all day on your feet in hot and wet conditions is tiring and will give you blisters. Not ideal for a next day event of 70.3 miles.

You shouldn't do anything different on race day that you didn't do in training, I've been told. So if you didn't do anything in training, which I did, you can pretty much do whatever you want with unexpected results on race day. I did a lot of things different than I usually do, most of them went terribly wrong.

• For breakfast I ate leftover pizza and tons of peanuts. I thought I could trick my body into starting from lunch and feed it a consistent pile of food so I would have plenty of fuel. My stomach never recovered from breakfast jump to lunch. I wasn't hungry during the race, like I have been in others. Instead, I just felt bad, which was worse.

Disaster.

• I wore a long sleeve compression shirt with a bit of a neck on it. I did it so I wouldn't have to wear sunscreen, I have worn a long sleeve compression shirt that worked really well in an ultra marathon, and I thought the compression on the neck would help with soreness on the bike.

Disaster.

• I had never swam a race in salt water before. Salt lined the neck on my compression shirt and proceeded to dig in, rub, cut and burn the entire race.

Disaster.

• I took off the visor on my bike helmet. Jeff told me I would look cooler and less people would make fun of me. My face got burned.

Disaster.

• I had a box of more leftover pizza in the transition area. Finishing the bike, I grabbed 2 pieces of pizza and threw on my running shoes. It tasted great, but I should have just grabbed 1 piece.

Surprisingly OK.

• Running without socks, well I already had blisters before my day started, needless to say things didn't get better.

Disaster in planning.

• It was super hot outside, so I figured a long sleeve shirt, soaked with water every chance I got (they hand out wet sponges at aid stations in Ironmans), would keep my core cool and something draped over my neck with a hat would do the same for my head. But, I felt like I just had on a lot of stuff. I was still hot, but everyone looked pretty hot.

Maybe a Disaster?

During the bike there was definitely a stretch of hopelessness, of throwing in the towel. My bike could have had a basket on the front and I could have been pedaling to the market, not competing in a race. It was sad. On the run I thought about pushing. I really wanted to do well or throw up trying. My stomach felt bad, I didn't feel great and could have found a reason to run myself into the ground. I saw a lady lying down in the medical tent and remembered while I have never thrown up in a race, I have also never been in the medical tent. It is tough to say I am glad I didn't push, but the course had already won that day.

The good news is, I have a feeling Galveston will be exactly like the full Ironman in Florida. Also, that is the bad news.

I have 6 months to train a killer. And the next time I am on the line, I will be ready.

Peanuts and pizza for breakfast was a bad idea.

Schlitterbahn was way much more fun than the bike.

Fast food.

Super salty legs. And rethinking life.

the worst thing that can happen to a fighter

This weekend I got destroyed. It was the worst I have ever done in an event of this distance. I tried a couple different things, I did a lot of things wrong and I got crushed. My time shows. And it feels like the hardest race I have ever done, is always the last one I do.

I've forgotten everything I learned from Rocky III. I met my Clubber Lang. The champ got complacent. I've lost my edge. It happened to Rock in the 2nd round, just my 2nd round was 6 hours and 50 minutes longer than Rocky's.

That's the last race I'm on the starting line unprepared, not trained to kill it. I need to find the feeling I had the first time I attempted one of these races, going these crazy distances. I need to listen to Apollo. I need to get that look back in my eyes.