Polar Opposites

Unlike swimming, I have no natural ability on the bike. Everything that I do on the bike is the result of hard work and stupidity.

I don't know where I am on the learning curve, but I still refer to my chainring as "y'know the big circle in the front" and I could never intelligently discuss the benefits of carbon over steel, unless maybe you're a clydesdale. BUT, I can tell you what the BEST girl-seat around is and where to put those much needed femine products when you have a long ride (cough...saltstick...cough).

I'm not fast, but I'm not slow either. This year I finally made the move into the upper 30% of my age group after floundering around in the bottom 20% for awhile.

In the begining of my tri "career", I made progress quickly. I learned that there is a big difference between riding your bike out to the lake and home and training.

Oy!

My first years, I spent "reading" about training more than actually doing it, but I didn't understand the language. ILTs? high cadence? grinding? I didn't know WHY those things were important. I mean, really, don't I just get on the bike and go as hard as I can?

After two years of poor showings on the bike, I came to the painful realization that I couldn't become a better cyclist by osmosis.

It was hard. Cycling is still hard. I sweat. My legs burn. Sometimes I go really far and want to take a cab home. Sometimes I spent a stupid amount of time on the trainer. I've fallen over sideways. I've crashed. I've dropped my chain. I've dropped my water bottle...and watched it go bouncing....bouncing....bouncing....down the side of a mountain. I've gotten saddlesores (once). I've gotten chafed. I've peed myself. I've miscalculated nutrition. I've dressed inappropriately. I've put my helmet on backward, and I've jammed my aero-waterbottle up my nostril so hard I thought it would come out my eyes.

Sometimes I think....I just can't pedal anymore.

Then, something else happens.....and I just keep going.

But....

in the pool, I stare at the stripe along the bottom of the pool...while running I see pretty much the same 50 square miles.

But....
On the bike, I see the most beautiful landscapes that I could never run to. I can ride through counties, over mountains, around lakes. I can stop at coffee shops that give out free snacks to cyclists.

And I meet other cyclists.

But....
I couldn't do that if I didn't face my bike-demons: those voices that want to tell me "the hill is too big" or "that's too far" or "your legs are too tired." or "maybe you should just swim today."

Fortunately for me, I've got my girlfriends "Grit" and "Determination" on my side. It might not be pretty, but I'm not a quitter. Work ethic. I got a wholelotta that. Again unlike the swim, I don't miss a bike workout. Every time I get in the saddle, I am reminded of how much work I have to do to get where I want to be.

But I don't mind. I like it. When I look back over the past few years, I have a sense of accomplishment. Sure the accomplishment is only about 1mph per year over the course of the race, but each year new people join the sport. Each year, I begin passing others. Each year, I can climb better and manage my heart rate, cadence, and power better than previous years.

The gains may be small, but they are all mine.

Not a darn person can take that away from me.

It's knowing what you are capable of

I had a moment the other day.

I went swimming for the first time in months. Then, I did it again.

This rather odd behavior went on for two weeks.

Then, I had longer swim to do...3800m. The workout took me roughly 1:20 to complete, including break times inbetween intervals.

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I feel good about swimming. Of the three events, it's the one that I feel I have natural ability. In June, several people asked me what my goal time was for Ironman. I said that I knew I could hit 1:20 easily. 1:15 on a good day. 1:10 with adrenaline.

Of course, they rolled their eyes at me.

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After almost 6 months off of no swimming, I jump back into the pool with a 1:20 time.

Let's just keep that our little secret.

living the life of luxury

I can't remember a better Thanksgiving holiday.



Special note: this Thanksgiving also happened to be Slin's 13th birthday. In 1995, after a huge dinner and much dessert, labor pains kicked in immediately. In the middle of a snowstorm (both boys were born during snowstorms), and without a 4 wheel drive, Mr. Nuk drove me to the hospital....slowly.....while contractions quickly moved from 5 minutes apart to 2. We got to the hospital. The doctor asked if I'd eaten anything, and I gave him that "what planet are you from?" look.



They rushed me to the room and short while later, Slin was born.



On Thanksgiving day, he became a teenager.



My youngest is now a young man. No more little kids in the house.



Because of that, we had a special day planned. Mr. Nuk, Googs, Slin, and my thista were all planning on running, walking or crawling the 4 mile turkey trot.



But first, there was breakfast. We started the day out right with pancakes and belgian waffles, and coffee, and juice, and just about everything you could imagine.



We head to the race. This year we left muchas later....and ended up parking over a mile away from the finish. Not an issue for me. But, come to find out....it was a BIG issue for the rest of the family who was getting ready to do the longest race (and first race) in their lives.



The costumes were off the chart this year. We had a guy on stilts. A guy dressed like pocahontas, a team of women running in turkey feet. Doggies wearing pilgrim hats. Several turkey costumes...and a guy dress as a Moose, who I got to high five several times.



I bet YOU didn't get to high five a moose on Thanksgiving day...



We picked up our t-shirts and race numbers when my thista said she had to use the porta potty. I had to give her a quick run down on porta potty ettiquette, how to hold her breath and still get oxygen, and how to do the shake....if....well....if....um....necessary.



As I was waiting for her to exit the porta potty, the runners started. When she came out, I made sure she didn't have any other questions. She was so nervous. She was really worried about finishing the distance. We had gotten her up to one hour of walking. She was walking with Slin, and I told her she'd do great. then I said, "Well, umm...I gotta go....I'll come back for you."



If you're familiar with the movie Romancing the Stone.....the conversation went as:



I'll come back for you.



When?



Soon....



How soon?



VERY soon....



and I was off.



I took off fast. Did I mention it was really cold? Well, it always is.



I stuck my garmin in the zippered pant legs and didn't look at it once. I've gotten really good at knowing my heart rate, and I didn't want my attempt at a PR to make me needlessly disappointed if my heart rate couldn't support the goal. My goal was a 4 minute improvement over last year, but I didn't really care.



I took off (as Mr. Nuk says) like someone lit me on fire. I was in the back of the runners with the slower runners, and there were over 10,000 people at the race. Navigating around people wasn't easy.



I kept looking for Googs and Mr. Nuk thinking that they had to be ahead of me. If so, I would have to catch them at some point.



I yo-yo'd for awhile with the women with the turkey feet. then I thought this is silly....they have TURKEY FEET just leave them in the dust.



So, I did.



I felt great. I knew I was moving at a pretty good clip. People lined the streets handing out goodies, water, hot chocolate and even volunteering their houses up for potty use.



As I got to 3.5 miles, I just happened to look to my right, and I saw Mr. Nuk at about the 2.5 marker. I yelled to him. Somehow, he heard me........all the way across the park....and he started waving....then he started running again.



I never saw Googs or Slin or my Thista.



I round the corner and saw the finish line. JAM PACKED. It took me 5 minutes to get to the finish then another 3 to get my chip cut off.

Not only did I PR, but I beat my goal time by 2:30, for an overall PR of 6:30.

As I turned to run back to find Googs, I realized that he was getting his chip cut off.



He finished only 2minutes and 50 seconds behind me. Not only did he PR, but he beat his goal by :10.

I could believe it. I started yelling at him! He was so happy and completely wiped out.

I told him that I was going to run back and look for Mr. Nuk. He decided to go with me.

About .5 miles down to road, we caught up with Mr. Nuk. Googs decided to finish with him.

I kept running, knowing that I should catch Thista and Slin at around 2.5-3 mile marker. Sure enough, I caught them right at the 3 mile marker.

We walked to the finish together. Slin took pictures during the entire course.

The best part was seeing how happy Thista was. She just kept saying over and over, "Two months ago, when I had my accident, I didn't think this could be possible. I never thought I would be able to walk 4 miles."

The she turned to me with this look of amazement and said, "It gives me a whole new appreciation for how far you go."

Slin....well....that was HIS first race too, and I've never seen him so happy.

As we all met up 50 meters from the finish, everyone was talking about how sore, tired, and hungry they were. BUT, they were all smiling the biggest smiles I've ever seen.

For me....I logged a total of 7.5 miles....but a million miles worth of smiles.

Simple Pleasures

We've had very mild temperatures lately. Mild as in....I'm STILL WEARING SHORTS. Long sleeves, but shorts nonetheless.

Lately, things have been going really well. I woke up early this morning, had my morning cup of coffee (ok...today I had TWO cups) and felt a relief from the stress that we had been going through.

Do you know that feeling when stress is going away slowly, then one day you wake up and you think "it's all good"?

That's how I woke up.

All all my morning duties were finished, I got set to run. I put on my shorts, long sleeve shirt...then at the last minute opted to pack a hat. I don't know why I did that, but I did.

Again, it was very mild (50F), and very sunny. Unfortunately with the next storm moving into the mountains, it was also an unexpectedly very windy. The wind was SO cold. Out of the north, it was an artic wind. I laughed for a second wondering how that happens.

How can it be so beautiful when the wind stops; yet, brutally cold when it picks up.

I was glad I packed my hat. For the whole run, I was cold. I tried to run into the valley where I knew it would be colder because the trees would block the sun, but there wouldn't be much wind. Today, that wasn't the case. The wind went howling through the valley, and I opted to return to the top where I could at least have the sun on my face.

It was a meditative run. More and more often, my runs are becoming like that. I've found my space where my body can hit and maintain the right heart rate without me thinking about it.

When I head home, I realized how good my training has been going and how great I've been feeling. Was it frustrating at the begining? YOU BETCHA, but I've now been in Phase 1 training since the begining of October. My progress is consistent. (Although it took a good 6 weeks before I saw any consistent improvement. It was rather erratic at first).

I got home and the house felt warm. I took a hot shower, hoping my ears would stop hurting.

Then came the best part of my day. I sat down with a can of coke and Mr. Nuk and I shared a bag of peanut m&ms.

I will sum up

Well....

This whole blogging thing is really strange this time around. I'm just not into it. My workouts are going along SMASHINGLY....now that I finally know how to upload a workload into www.beginnertriathlete.com. You'd think I would have figured that one out a few years ago.

Anyhoo.....

The workouts have been going great. I'm still in my Phase 1 of offseason training. I have a Maffetone test coming up soon, and I know I've made significant improvement in my running speed over the past 8 weeks. My last test was about 4 weeks ago.

Howeva....I might push the test out to the Turkey Trot. It's a measured 4 mile course that is relatively flat.

The bike has been awesome. I can tell that my fitness this off season is tons better than it was last season. Although, I'm playing around a bit with heart rate training on the bike, my legs are strong this off season.

Swimming isn't happening. In an effort to cut costs, we cut out our gym membership. But it's all good. If it's one thing that I'm good at is swimming. I figure that I can do ow swims next season as soon as the lake opens OR I just keep doing what I'm doing. I'm very happy with my running and biking abilities at the moment.

Next year, I have decided to focus on the half distances. I don't think I'll be racing much (if at all), but I am going to work on the half iron (either du or maybe tri) and half marathon distances....just cuz I gained quite an affection for the half marathon at my last race.

So, that's it! Running, biking, and strength/core/flexibility work.

You can stick a fork in me cuz I'm DONE.



Everything good?

Just curious....

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BESIDES THOSE two...er 3 companies.


WE'RE JUST TRYING TO RUN A COMPANY HERE. NO BIG DEAL. TAKE YOUR TIME A$$HOLES.


ahem....

Everything Good?

Breaking a mental sweat

I really love this time of year. Post season, off season....the time where I can just do whatever I want whenever I want.



It's such a relaxing feeling.



If I feel like running, I run.



If I feel like cycling, I ride.



If I feel like swimming, I'm out of luck....no pool access right now. :)



There's alot to be said for taking a mental break after months of training for specific races, staying focused, and shooting for certain goals.



White Goodman might call that breaking a mental sweat.



Our bodies and minds really need that downtime. Most people understand the need for a break during a particular training period, but they often underestimate the importance of "rest" during the off season. We can't always be training for the next race.


That's why I love this time of year. My mind is freed up to take an honest look at my training, nutrition, personal life, committments, ability to train....you name it, and I'll analyze it.


After talking to Mr. Nuk, I came up with tentative 3 year plan. You might think 3 years is a long time, but it's an important exercise to figure out how you are going to train to build for each training period.


Think about it in our personal and professional lives we have short term and long term goals. Why wouldn't you have those for your athletic pursuits as well?


It was in thinking through my three year plan when I started thinking about what motivates my athletic pursuits and when I feel the most successful and happy.


I came up with two types of athletes: goal oriented and process oriented. They both have goals. They both have plans. The difference is the focus. Goal oriented athletes focus on the end result: the pr, the new distance. Process oriented athletes focus on the steps (journey) to get to the goal.


Another way of saying it: goal oriented athletes are extrinsicly motivated.
Process oriented athletes are instrinsicly motivated.


This is an important difference. Extrinsicly motivated athletes might often question why they are out there. Or push themselves beyond their realistic abilities in order to reach their goals. Think about this in terms of your professional life. Extrinsic rewards are pay, bonus, etc. When we are faced with being given a bonus, we usually work harder for a short period of time. However, repeatedly researchers have shown that extrinsic rewards do not motivate in the long term and in fact cause more harm than good....as steps are eliminated or teamwork breaks down because the goal is money. The focus is on What is the fastest way that I can get to that goal?


Process oriented athletes are intrinsicly motivated. They rarely question why they are out there because their focus is on being the best that they can be. It's an internal fire that keeps them going. Motivation to deal with challenge and adversity comes from the inside and not from the carrot. The authors of The Leadership Challenge state "....that if people are going to do their best, they must be internally motivated....When it comes to excellence, it's definitely not 'What gets rewarded gets done.', it's 'What is rewarding gets done."(174)


Let me say it this way:


Extrinsic rewards: Doing something to please others.
Intrinsic: Doing something to please yourself.


Extrinsic: Feeling forced.
Instrinsic: Doing it because you want to.




The difference is the motivation behind the goals.




My lofty goal for 2009? Accomplishing extraordinary things.

My more specific goals? Yet to be determined.






Everything good?