Plans...

... are finalizing for my trip down to San Francisco and Escape from Alcatraz on the 8th! A college friend of mine offered up his place for me to stay the night before the race. Me: "How far away is your place from T1?". Him: "Three blocks.". Yeah... no kidding! Can you BELIEVE that??? I'm SO pumped! That makes things unbelievably easy in terms of logistics.

Did you know that the Peony is the state flower of Indiana? Well it is. Did you also know that there was quite a bit of controversy surrounding its selection as said state flower? Neato huh?

Training continues. The big debate for me concerning Alcatraz

has been... road bike or TT bike. I know... facinating huh? Coach Liz recommended that I use a road bike considering the brutal climbs and some of the more technical descents. My friend Eric offered up his Cervelo Carbon Soloist and I JUMPED at it! Got fitted last Friday and have taken it out for a couple of rides... it's beautiful! Handles SO well and climbs like a beast... yes... even with me as its engine. Honestly, I feel a HELL of a lot more confident going into that race on that bike rather than my TT. We'll see though... the proof will be in the pudding!

Took it out for an 80 min super-hilly ride today and it felt great. Liz had me throw in some zone 4 and 5 power intervals. I'm still trying to figure out how to maintain consistent wattage regardless of the terrian... you know... up hill and then down. Eh. It'll come. The geometry on this bike is different enough that my legs felt it today. I followed the ride up with a 25 min race-pace run. Hit the first mile at 6:40 and descended after that... felt like my run is back... which is a relief! Overall... good training day and yet another deposit made in the fitness bank.

My 4 year old son Tom slapped a Speed Racer sticker on my arm warmer before I headed out the door. Yeah. Made me fast. That dude's 5th birthday party is tomorrow! I can't believe it! My baby is growing up! Holy CRAP! Big B-Day party for him tomorrow... and it's gonna ROCK! Literally. We asked him what kind of party he wanted... "Rock n Roll" he says. Done. You can count on some pictures from that little soiree!

Hope you're all healthy, happy, tan, and well read. Me Talk Pretty One Day.

Breathe...

Duck Bill Thrill RR...

Sorry it took so long... get comfortable... I tend to be a bit long-winded when writing a race report.

Just a little background on this race. The Duck Bill Thrill is the ONLY local triathlon in the immediate area. This is the second running of the event and is organized and run by the University of Oregon Triathlon Team. It IS a USAT sanctioned event AND a qualifier for nationals. Having said that... it was small. Only 99 individuals ran the Olympic distance event and there were 4 or 5 relay teams. My AG was the largest, with a field of 17 from all over the Northwest. Small, fun race.

The race location at Fall Creek was about an hour's drive from my house... and I was picking up Scott... so I got up at 4 am to eat and complete the three "S's". Transition opened at 6 am and I'm still rookie enough to want to be there WAY early. We actually got there early enough to preview the bike route one more time. This is the first time I've previewed a bike course before a race... and it was REALLY helpful! Got everything set up in transition, did a 10 min warm-up run then dawned the wetsuit 30 min before race start. The water was chilly... low 60s but I got used to it during warm-up in the water.

The Swim:

Two loops of 750m each. TINY buoys marking the course so sighting was an issue from the get-go. I lined up to the front left ready to go. Gun goes off and of course... the chaos of a mass-start! I sprinted the first 300m and then settled into my pace. The plan was to find my rhythm in the first loop then push hard in the second. Tried to find feet but to no avail... I just struck out on my own. Here's the lessons learned for me. My form drastically falters in open water. My breathing is erratic and one-sided every other stroke... unnecessarily so. I didn't feel comfortable until the beginning of the second loop. Here's the thing. I didn't push. I didn't step out of my comfort-zone and go hard. I'd attribute it to lack of experience... but that only gets me so far. Excuses are like assholes right?... except less stinky. I just didn't go hard enough. I'd even say that I went into the swim overconfident and not counting on the field being as strong as it was. It's ok. I learned a lot! Which is the point of the first race of the season. The swim was LONG too! Based on my time I was swimming a 1:52/100m. That's just plain SILLYNESS! Open-water or not... if I'm swimming a 1:17/100yds in the pool without a wetsuit AND crappy open turns... my pace should have been faster. Talking to people after the race, we're all convinced that the course was 300-400 m long. How that happened I dunno. BUT... it is what it is right Sarry?

T1:

Pretty quick. My bike fell over. ROOKIE! When it fell... my gel flask went flying and I couldn't find it... oh well... took off without it and decided to rely on what was in the one bottle on my downtube... CarboPro and Nuun. Yeah... mistake.

Bike:

This was a hilly course... and my plan was to attack... everything... all of it. Tired of making excuses for my twigs... it was time to go. Hit my powertap and was off. The roads were still a bit wet from the previous night's rain, (more on that later), which made me somewhat apprehensive during a pretty technical 2 mile downhill... but it worked out just fine. After that section, the middle 12 miles or so were rolling hills with no wind! It was nice to be able to hammer and hold a steady pace throughout that section. At this point in the course I was battling it out with two young kids... yeah... kids. One from Stanford and the other from Oregon State University. I kept thinking, "How the HELL do these college kids afford bikes like THAT!?" Freakin bastards had PC3s and Zipp wheel-sets. Seriously. The Stanford kid couldn't hold the pace and dropped back. Then a fellow LifeCycle guy, Eric, came SCREAMING by on his new Specialized Transition. He gave me a couple of words of encouragement and took off. I went with him and held for a good... ohhhh... 2.4387421 miles... then he was gone. So was the kid from OSU. I mentally waved goodbye and settled in. I was completely alone and forcing myself to stay focused and not enjoy the absolutely gorJESUS scenery! Also at this point I was really really REALLY wanting some fuel. DAMNIT! I wish I had a gel! The last 8 miles or so consisted of some pretty long and intense climbs. The thing that was new to me? I was PASSING people going UPHILL! I couldn't freakin believe it! That has NEVER happened! Usually I only pass people going downhill... the weight of my bike carries me right past most people! Its great! It was GREAT! I just kept thinkin, "Is this really happening?". Pretty cool. Last couple of miles were downhill and I start spinning getting ready for the run!

T2:

This was a disaster! I slipped my feet out of my shoes... only I couldn't feel them. Seriously. Coming out of the water my hands and feet were numb... and getting on the bike in the chilly air didn't improve things. I literally got to transition and couldn't really feel my body. Getting my running shoes on... my right calf seized up, then my left quad, then my abs on my right side! It was comical! I had to stand up straight and put my arms over my head just to get my abs to quit contracting! I finally was able to get my shoes on... and as I did... I looked over at the crowd and asked if my feet were actually in my shoes! With that done, I grabbed my number belt, my visor, and the one gel I had! Off I went! I was hauling out of transition, took a sharp turn to the left... and FELL! ROOOOOOOKIE! Are you kidding me!? HUGE strawberry on the outside left of my calf! Got up and took off! Hilarious!

Run:

It was like running on blocks of wood. My feet were THAT numb! Cadence was good. Form was together. Still cramping a bit in my right calf. Threw down the only gel that I had and called it good. Around mile three I came up on a guy in my AG... I could tell he was hurtin... and I cruised by on the first hill. I felt like I was crawling though... it was really odd. After passing that guy... I didn't let up... but I definitely didn't descend the pace. Passed a few more people... but overall... I just felt sluggish. The only thing that I can attribute it to is the lack of nutrition on the bike. I really don't feel like I went TOO hard on the bike... I just didn't have enough calories to sustain a faster run. Lesson learned.  

Came across the finish line happy to be done and overall pretty satisfied for the my first triathlon of the season.  Turns out that the boys from LifeCycle put together a pretty good showing at the race.  Eric took first in his AG, Scott took first in his, and I took second.  Here's the funny thing... the guy that took first in my AG?  Yeah... he beat my ass and called me his bitch!  He took me by 13 minutes!  CRAZY!  Apparently he's from Bend but I'd never heard of him or seen him before.  You can count on the fact that I'll be keeping my eyes out for him and hopefully... make his races a little more difficult in the future!

Here are the victors!  Eric, Scott, and your's truly!

Here's the stats:

Swim: 28:02 (1:52/100m) Bah ha HA!

T1: 00:51

Bike: 01:08:35 (21.7 mph avg)

T2: 01:17

Run: 44:21 (7:09/mi)

Total: 02:23:06

2nd AG

14th OA

Thanks for reading!  Hope you're all healthy and happy!

Breathe...

Oh.... Its ON!

Duck Bill Thrill is tomorrow!  Scott and I will be two of about 9 athletes from the LifeCycle Tri team... hopefully standing up on the podium.

I'm ready.

Breathe...

THIS is Why...

... I'm so glad to be home!  Yeah.  Precious aren't they?

Saturday I got in my last ride of the week while in AZ.  Another HOT day so I was on the road early to avoid the suppressive heat.  This was a high cadence ride on the flats staying well within Zones 1 and 2.  Rode for 3 + hours and felt... tired.  Yeah.  Tired.  But good.  I felt like I got something accomplished during this last week's training.  The only downside was that within the first 30 minutes of the ride I encountered an adorable little puffy white-tailed baby bunny just to the side of the road.  Not so bad right?  Ok.  Well, upon seeing said bunny, I immediately made up a song... you know... about bunnies?  Yeah.  Something like, "Bunny wabbit bunny bunny wabbit Fluffy wabbit fluffy fluffy wabbit."  Over and over and OVER for the next 2.5 hours.  I thought I was going inSANE!  I will say that the Bunny Wabbit song coincided perfectly with a cadence of 95 to 98 rpms.

After the ride it was back to my buddies place to refuel and pack the bike and the rest of my gear.  By the time I was done with that it was 11 am and HOT!  Decided to get my run done inside.  Fortunately for me, my buddy Jim has a membership at LifeTime Fitness... you know the gym?  The one where you walk in and everyone but you is beautiful... including their outfits?  Yeah, that gym.  I walked in with my stinky, sleeveless t-shirt and got my run in. Nothing too intense.  A 40 minute with some harder efforts thrown in.

When I got done... I actually got a little sad and started second-guessing myself.  Sad b/c I knew that an epic training week had come to an end.  Second-guessing b/c I didn't feel as tired as I thought I should have.  Did I work hard enough?  Did I reach the lows that I wanted to?  I'm not sure... but I do know that I was profoundly sad while at the airport waiting for my flight home. It could have been any number of things... but I know exactly why... and I won't get into it here... wouldn't want to make Bigun cry.

Home Saturday evening... smothered in hugs n kisses!  YES!  Sunday was a rest day... that's when it hit me... I'm TIRED and all I want to do is EAT!  I've tried to limit it to "good for you" stuff... but last night?  I had 5 scoops of ice cream, 3 oatmeal cookies, and a 16 oz glass of milk... all at 9 pm!  Yeah... I slept good!

Ok!  SO... I have my first triathlon of the season this coming Sunday!  Liz has given me a relaxed week so that my body can absorb the epic training of last week... so it's not a true taper... but definitely not a heavy week.  The triathlon is called the Duck Bill Thrill and its an olympic distance race that's hosted in the local area.  I'm REALLY looking forward to getting a competitive open-water swim in before I head down to CA for Escape from Alcatraz June 8th!

hm... Hm.... HM!

Ok... so that's all I got!  Hope you kids are doing good and training smart!

Breathe...

Hi Hurt-ed Myself Today.

You guys guessed it! I'm down in Scottsdale, AZ training! Just a quick 3 day pain-fest and back home to Eugene and my family!

This has been an incredible trip! I got to have dinner with a really good friend on Wednesday night... which was probably the highlight of the entire trip! Seriously... even if the food WAS mediocre!

I also mentioned in my previous post that I was able to train with an elite age grouper while I was down here. Bryan Dunn took time out of his incredibly busy schedule to put together an incredible ride for us on Thursday morning! Bryan is the type of athlete that simply leaves you in awe. More importantly, he's an amazing guy... positive, kind, and a freakin beast on the bike! I want to publicly thank Bryan for being so supportive and encouraging of me and my goals. You dah MAN Bryan!

Today I headed out on my own. I decided to ride a portion of the IMAZ course! Let me tell you something... I have a new found respect for those athletes that take on that bike course. I started my ride a little later than expected... yes... I got lost... I'm a bonehead. Anyway, I started around 8:00 am at the point in the course where it heads into the desert... uphill... into a headwind. Yeah. B-RUTAL! It took me a good 45 minutes to get to the top and the turn-around at Shea... and then only 20 min to get back down! Coach Liz had me do 3 X 20 min hard efforts in the middle of the ride. This mixed it up and bit and made me realize how tired my legs were from yesterday... thanks Liz! The wind was relentless! At that point I headed back into town toward the swim exit and the start of the bike leg. The wind NEVER let up the entire time! Unbelievable! Got to the start and turned around. Headed back and started back up the freakin hill... into the wind... again. Hmmmm. I tell ya, the last hour of this ride was a mental and physical tour de tourture! Seriously, I've never felt that kind of pain in my quads. By the time I got back to my car, it was approximately 90 degrees... and I had a 25 min run to do. Quick transition, doused my head with water, and took off. The run was to be a 5 min Zone 1-2 warm-up and then directly into Zone 4 for 15 minutes and then cool down for 5 min. Because of the heat... my HR immediatly jumped into mid to upper Zone 3... so hitting Zone 4 was no problem. I HATED this run. I'm not exagerating. I was crawling along and suffering and calling myself names the entire time. I actually had to walk 2 of the last 5 minutes. But you know what? I did it. I made it happen and put together another really solid workout! Exhausted and happy!

After that I had some lunch then headed to the pool. Yeah, I know. 2,950 yards total. I felt like poop... but rallied and put in a solid swim!

I can't tell you how happy I am with this week's training so far. I've beaten the crap outta myself... and I've come thru it knowing that I'll exit stronger. NICE! It's been really hard. I've learned some things about myself. I have a much more firm grasp on my limitations and how I react when I come up against them... and that's probably one of the most important things I can take away from this week!

Hope you're all well and training smart! Thanks for reading!

Breathe...

Day One....

... in the bank!

The first day of my super secret training camp has come and gone. I think you guys need to guess where I am... and if I've told you... don't cheat! (Sarry) Hints? Its hot. It's dry. I'm training with an elite age grouper that hammered a 9:40 at the Ironman World Championships last year... can you guess?

Today? Big hilly mutha f'in BIKE! We climbed 5,200 feet over a 4 hour period. Yeah. Can you imagine the twigs doin that? I certainly couldn't... until I was back at the car! I am POOPED! I have never, ever, EVER ridden ANYTHING remotely close to what I did today... and I suffered. There were points throughout the day where I really wondered what the frick I was doing out there! I mean seriously... what's the point right? Then, in the middle of all that negativity, I realized that my mind was trying to convince my body that I'd had enough... my mind was pussin out! It actually made me laugh out loud when that thought occurred to me... so... I kept pedalling... because that's what we do. We don't stop b/c our mind tells us to. That's the beauty of this sport... opening mental doors that haven't been opened to see what's inside. LOVE IT! I also love that I gained a HUGE amount of cycling fitness today!

OH! I crashed too! LOL! We crested a hill and were cruising on a brief flat... I went off into la la land and basically tipped over! Bah ha HA! Yeah... funny stuff! Minor road-rash, no damage to the bike... only a very slightly bruised ego.

Tomorrow? Another long ride with some race-ish pace effort thrown in the middle followed by a tempo-ish run, and then 2,800 meters in dah pool.... WHOO WHOOOOOOO!

Breathe...