Well, apparently my coach decided that he would give me a recovery week for my birthday present. That's what I'm telling myself anyway. Well, that, or he is just preparing me for the final push. I have taken a preview of what's to come and...ouch!
Anyway, week 11. 9.5 hours of training total. 5.5 hours of cycling (i.e. the same as my long ride alone last week), with a long ride of only 3 hours. Of course that 3-hour ride happened to be an ADT ride (no breakfast, no calories during...). 13.6 miles of running, with essentially no long run. Three swims for a not-so-grand total of 5900 yards. So, this should have been an easy week. Well, it was and wasn't. I actually had a little bit of the blues. It felt something like a taper week, where during each of my relatively short workouts, I was just counting down the minutes until it was over. I took care of my longer stuff during the week so that I could spend my weekend hanging out with the family and taking it relatively easy.
But, what does a Grabau do when he is supposed to be doing nothing? He goes crazy for about two hours, then picks a procrastinated project to tackle. The first thing I saw was the broken Malibu light along the driveway. A short trip to Lowes and my dad and I had something to keep us busy for a couple hours. Then, some excellent barbecue (can't go wrong with kabobs), a little too much birthday cake, an hour run on Sunday, and call it a week. My legs feel pretty good (although I feel a little lazy) and ready to get back into serious action.
My final training block arrived in my inbox right on time, and I took a quick glance. There is a lot left to tackle, but at this point, sacrificing my time and pushing through the fatigue for a few more weeks shouldn't be a problem.
On to week #12. Let's do this! A slightly bigger week of training, with my final tuneup race on Saturday--the Pumpkinman Olympic in Boulder. Basically the same bike course as the Las Vegas Triathlon. Here's hoping my legs are ready for the hills this time!
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
And life barrels on like a runaway train
So, on my "recovery" weekend, I had some time to think about this whole 30 thing. Apparently people think this is significant? I have heard some people talking about mini-crises and what-not. On the other hand, Shannon is happy to no longer be one of those "20-somethings". In general I don't care too much. BUT at the same time, I think it's meaningful to look back to see what you have done, what has changed, and what direction you think you're heading.
Sometime in my mid-20's I set a few "by the time I'm 30 I'd like to..." goals. If I remember all of them correctly, they went like this:
hmmm...maybe my "before 30" list will become my "before I'm 31" list. If not, hey, there's always a bucket list! :)
Okay, now to the point of this post--my life as narrated by cake. No, not the band. The food. Shannon really likes to make decorative cakes that highlight my current obsession. I think they are quite telling, actually. It is also really cool that I can see pictures of the cakes, and they take me back. Something like hearing an old song... Anyway, here goes:
20:
Early in junior year of college. The duck is all about my outdoorsy phase. Not that I'm no longer outdoorsy...it's just not my major obsession. Anyway, 18-20 was when I really started growing up. First time living away from the parents. First time having a "real job" (although does the rec center really qualify?). Prior to 20, I was always hunting/fishing/wakeboarding. Shannon and I had been dating for a year, and we were finally comfortable being a real couple. BUT, this was also party time. Flyer parties several times a year. Slapfish playing live at each party, and I would jump in on bass and lyrics whenever I had enough liquid courage. I still vividly remember Shannon waking me up on the roof. "Are you going to class today?" Yeah, crazy times. Workout-wise, I spent several days per week at the gym, but still hated running. After losing my freshman 25, I was working on gaining it back again.
21: Senior year. Finally legal to drink, and my partying phase was fading fast. I moved in with Shannon. I told her she was crazy for running four miles every day. Then I interned in the middle of nowhere, North Carolina. Bears everywhere, deer, turkeys, rattlesnakes, muddy roads. I discovered trail running! Started at two miles per day, and finally got up to 5 per day at the end of the summer. I started surfing, and spent every weekend camping solo on the Outer Banks. Sometimes in campgrounds, sometimes in the back of my truck. Surprised Shannon and signed up for the Tucson Marathon to run with her (to be my first running race ever). I came back from North Carolina a very different person.
22: Tucson marathon completed, and it was a life-changing experience. If you have done a marathon, you know what I mean. Signed up for the San Diego RNR marathon the next week. Had graduated from college. In desperation with a Wildlife Science bachelors degree, I moved to Ajo and started working on the Barry Goldwater bombing range. My job was to look for endangered Sonoran pronghorn (or illegal immigrants) in bombing areas. If nothing, call the Air Force, and tell them to blow up the desert. Had a pronghorn cake (can't find any pictures!!! :( ) Lost my motivation to run four weeks before San Diego, and backed out. Pretty much burned out from running. Spent my spare time studying for the GRE and hunting/traveling.
23: Spend a year in Ajo waxing and waning. Train for a while, get in shape. Get burnt out, spend every afternoon playing horseshoes and drinking beer. Quarter-life crisis inducing. Realized that if Shannon and I were going to stay together, long distance had to end. I came back to Tucson for grad school (Agricultural and Biosystems Engineering). Spent my spare time golfing (no pictures for golf cake either!), and drinking beer and studying (often at the same time). I had a ton of pre-reqs to make up, so it was a stressful time. Got engaged in February, and bought a house a couple months later. Suddenly, no free time. Landscaping, landscaping, landscaping. It was my escape from grad school.
24: Grad school took over. I went through a period of three months where I was not home during daylight hours. In the summer, I decided to start running again for my own sanity. It had been a long time, and I was SERIOUSLY out of shape. My early runs consisted of 1 to 2 miles of walking/jogging. How to get motivated? Sign up for the Tucson Marathon again. It worked. Talked Shannon into signing up again.
25: I trained for real this time (speedwork and all), did several road races prior, and PRd by 38 minutes. Stayed motivated for a couple months, but then got overwhelmed by the combination of grad school and wedding planning. Got married in April, and lazy after. Finally got focused to write my thesis. Played darts in the garage between hour-long focused writing sessions. I spent enough time with darts to justify a cake, so that tells you how much I wrote... Started working at my current company!
26: Really buried myself in work. Moved on from a high-stress advisor to a high-stress boss. High ambition led to high workloads, lots of travel, conferences, meetings, and other all-you-can-eat events. Got lazy (er) and pretty much forgot about working out. Welcomed Rylie to the world, and everything changed. Few memories are as vivid as my first couple days in the hospital with her and Shannon. For some crazy reason, I went back to grad school. Landed the perfect research project at work, and couldn't pass it up (see before-30 goal above).
27: Realized how lazy I had become, and started to go crazy. Remembered my previous fascination with triathlon, and realized I had the perfect chance. Joined TriCats, the University of Arizona club triathlon team. The new obsession had finally arrived, and the team atmosphere only enhanced it. Found out Shannon was pregnant again right around my birthday!
28: Started my triathlon career. Lots of racing, lots of training, a ridiculous amount of schoolwork. Hannah was born in June, so time was very short. I kept it up my optimizing time, and minimizing sleep (not recommended). Time was FLYING by. Shannon realized that my triathlon obsession was not going to die quietly...
29: The recession hit home, and I volunteered to reduce my hours to help keep the business afloat. Not good financially, but it was the first time that I wasn't working full-time while going to class full-time. It was still busy, but I got a little bit of sleep. I trained like crazy, and finally got my shot at collegiate nationals. I was really in great shape (the best I have ever been in). From my highest weight (205-ish), I was down to the high 160's. Something like junior year...of high school! First year sponsored by TriSports.com! Still lots of fieldwork with my cottonwood trees... Then lots and lots and lots of writing. Sleep disappeared, and I let go of some of my fitness. Serious IT band syndrome did not help.
30: FINALLY FINISHED SCHOOL! What else do I need to add? Well, I decided I needed a new goal (or list of?). I signed up for Ironman Arizona, and started riding a mountain bike. And here I am today! The other big change has been the huge focus on family. Our growing girls are suddenly doing all kinds of activities. Gymnastics, parks and rec classes, swimming lessons, learning to ride bikes, track meets. Yes, they keep us busy. But it makes you understand the pride that parents really have in their kids. They are simply incredible. Between their smarts and interest in sports and outdoors stuff (yes, even at 2 and 4)... Children are really life-changing in every way you can imagine.
So what is the point of all this rambling? When thinking about all of this stuff today, I realized how totally different life today is from a decade ago. It is absolutely crazy how much life has changed in ten years. What is crazier? There are still unknown decades left! I can't wait to see what life has in store. I expect that my 30's will bring completion of some goals and letting go of others. Can't wait to see what's coming next!
Might as well throw out some new goals:
Sometime in my mid-20's I set a few "by the time I'm 30 I'd like to..." goals. If I remember all of them correctly, they went like this:
- PhD in...something.
- Qualify for Boston Marathon.
- Run an ultra-marathon (of 50 miles or more).
- Do an Ironman.
- Own a company, or part of.
- Start a family.
hmmm...maybe my "before 30" list will become my "before I'm 31" list. If not, hey, there's always a bucket list! :)
Okay, now to the point of this post--my life as narrated by cake. No, not the band. The food. Shannon really likes to make decorative cakes that highlight my current obsession. I think they are quite telling, actually. It is also really cool that I can see pictures of the cakes, and they take me back. Something like hearing an old song... Anyway, here goes:
20:
Early in junior year of college. The duck is all about my outdoorsy phase. Not that I'm no longer outdoorsy...it's just not my major obsession. Anyway, 18-20 was when I really started growing up. First time living away from the parents. First time having a "real job" (although does the rec center really qualify?). Prior to 20, I was always hunting/fishing/wakeboarding. Shannon and I had been dating for a year, and we were finally comfortable being a real couple. BUT, this was also party time. Flyer parties several times a year. Slapfish playing live at each party, and I would jump in on bass and lyrics whenever I had enough liquid courage. I still vividly remember Shannon waking me up on the roof. "Are you going to class today?" Yeah, crazy times. Workout-wise, I spent several days per week at the gym, but still hated running. After losing my freshman 25, I was working on gaining it back again.
21: Senior year. Finally legal to drink, and my partying phase was fading fast. I moved in with Shannon. I told her she was crazy for running four miles every day. Then I interned in the middle of nowhere, North Carolina. Bears everywhere, deer, turkeys, rattlesnakes, muddy roads. I discovered trail running! Started at two miles per day, and finally got up to 5 per day at the end of the summer. I started surfing, and spent every weekend camping solo on the Outer Banks. Sometimes in campgrounds, sometimes in the back of my truck. Surprised Shannon and signed up for the Tucson Marathon to run with her (to be my first running race ever). I came back from North Carolina a very different person.22: Tucson marathon completed, and it was a life-changing experience. If you have done a marathon, you know what I mean. Signed up for the San Diego RNR marathon the next week. Had graduated from college. In desperation with a Wildlife Science bachelors degree, I moved to Ajo and started working on the Barry Goldwater bombing range. My job was to look for endangered Sonoran pronghorn (or illegal immigrants) in bombing areas. If nothing, call the Air Force, and tell them to blow up the desert. Had a pronghorn cake (can't find any pictures!!! :( ) Lost my motivation to run four weeks before San Diego, and backed out. Pretty much burned out from running. Spent my spare time studying for the GRE and hunting/traveling.
23: Spend a year in Ajo waxing and waning. Train for a while, get in shape. Get burnt out, spend every afternoon playing horseshoes and drinking beer. Quarter-life crisis inducing. Realized that if Shannon and I were going to stay together, long distance had to end. I came back to Tucson for grad school (Agricultural and Biosystems Engineering). Spent my spare time golfing (no pictures for golf cake either!), and drinking beer and studying (often at the same time). I had a ton of pre-reqs to make up, so it was a stressful time. Got engaged in February, and bought a house a couple months later. Suddenly, no free time. Landscaping, landscaping, landscaping. It was my escape from grad school.
24: Grad school took over. I went through a period of three months where I was not home during daylight hours. In the summer, I decided to start running again for my own sanity. It had been a long time, and I was SERIOUSLY out of shape. My early runs consisted of 1 to 2 miles of walking/jogging. How to get motivated? Sign up for the Tucson Marathon again. It worked. Talked Shannon into signing up again.
25: I trained for real this time (speedwork and all), did several road races prior, and PRd by 38 minutes. Stayed motivated for a couple months, but then got overwhelmed by the combination of grad school and wedding planning. Got married in April, and lazy after. Finally got focused to write my thesis. Played darts in the garage between hour-long focused writing sessions. I spent enough time with darts to justify a cake, so that tells you how much I wrote... Started working at my current company!
26: Really buried myself in work. Moved on from a high-stress advisor to a high-stress boss. High ambition led to high workloads, lots of travel, conferences, meetings, and other all-you-can-eat events. Got lazy (er) and pretty much forgot about working out. Welcomed Rylie to the world, and everything changed. Few memories are as vivid as my first couple days in the hospital with her and Shannon. For some crazy reason, I went back to grad school. Landed the perfect research project at work, and couldn't pass it up (see before-30 goal above).
27: Realized how lazy I had become, and started to go crazy. Remembered my previous fascination with triathlon, and realized I had the perfect chance. Joined TriCats, the University of Arizona club triathlon team. The new obsession had finally arrived, and the team atmosphere only enhanced it. Found out Shannon was pregnant again right around my birthday!
28: Started my triathlon career. Lots of racing, lots of training, a ridiculous amount of schoolwork. Hannah was born in June, so time was very short. I kept it up my optimizing time, and minimizing sleep (not recommended). Time was FLYING by. Shannon realized that my triathlon obsession was not going to die quietly...
29: The recession hit home, and I volunteered to reduce my hours to help keep the business afloat. Not good financially, but it was the first time that I wasn't working full-time while going to class full-time. It was still busy, but I got a little bit of sleep. I trained like crazy, and finally got my shot at collegiate nationals. I was really in great shape (the best I have ever been in). From my highest weight (205-ish), I was down to the high 160's. Something like junior year...of high school! First year sponsored by TriSports.com! Still lots of fieldwork with my cottonwood trees... Then lots and lots and lots of writing. Sleep disappeared, and I let go of some of my fitness. Serious IT band syndrome did not help.
30: FINALLY FINISHED SCHOOL! What else do I need to add? Well, I decided I needed a new goal (or list of?). I signed up for Ironman Arizona, and started riding a mountain bike. And here I am today! The other big change has been the huge focus on family. Our growing girls are suddenly doing all kinds of activities. Gymnastics, parks and rec classes, swimming lessons, learning to ride bikes, track meets. Yes, they keep us busy. But it makes you understand the pride that parents really have in their kids. They are simply incredible. Between their smarts and interest in sports and outdoors stuff (yes, even at 2 and 4)... Children are really life-changing in every way you can imagine.So what is the point of all this rambling? When thinking about all of this stuff today, I realized how totally different life today is from a decade ago. It is absolutely crazy how much life has changed in ten years. What is crazier? There are still unknown decades left! I can't wait to see what life has in store. I expect that my 30's will bring completion of some goals and letting go of others. Can't wait to see what's coming next!
Might as well throw out some new goals:
- Qualify for and race 70.3 and Ironman worlds.
- Those other things above.
- Settle into a community and really get involved!
- um...I guess that's it for now!
I'm going to dizz knee land
Week 10 was the end of my third big block. And now the work is really piling up. Plus, fieldwork season has begun again. And how do you fit in three-four swims when the closest pool is 1-1/2 hours away from your work site? Easy, you get up at four, swim from 5-6:15, then commute, work your 8-10 hours, then commute back. Repeat the next day. Yep... Ouch. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Here are the stats:
16.6 hours of training. 25 miles of running (long run of 13.5 miles), 9 hours of cycling, with a long ride of 5.5 hours (I skipped one easy ride to fit everything else in), 11,400 yards of swimming, with a long swim of 4,700 yards. Put like that, it doesn't sound so bad. But, consider the following: this was my longest swim in 18 months, and my second-longest swim set EVER. I swam it after averaging 6 hours of sleep per night for the previous 3 days, and working in the sun all day.
My long run of 2 hours was on boring roads in mid-afternoon, at 90 degrees in Tucson. It was the first time that I ran my standard marathon long run course since 2004. Yes, I really got sick of that out-and-back. Halfway into this run, I realized that I still hated it... Back to trails next week!
It was my longest ride in 18 months, and my longest ever distance-wise (around 107 miles). My ride was staged from Blythe, CA (my work site), and I rode to Parker, AZ and back on a mix of empty highways, farmland, and Indian reservation. The highlight of the trip was probably when a met an older guy touring across the western US. Apparently he had gotten left behind his main group, and thought they would detour to Havasu when instead they rode straight through to Wickenburg. He was traveling on blown-out tires, in socks and Tevas, with a single water bottle. I was not totally comfortable leaving my Cervelo outside with him while I went in the store for drinks, but oh well. When I came back outside, he started re-telling me his story, and I knew for sure he wasn't all there... And with that, I gave him $5 to buy some food, and hopped back on my bike for the return trip. As a side-note, my first long ride relying only on my customized Inifinit Nutrition mix went very well. I think the new nutrition plan is a hit!
Oh, I also worked 50+ hours...
So, what do you do over the weekend for recovery after such a week? Well, if you have two daughters and a place to stay in Orange County, you go to Disneyland! I'll be honest, I have never been a crowd person. I enjoy having my own space. I hate standing around. I don't really buy into the Disney buzz, or the amusement parks of California. But, what can I say? After an entire day of watching the girls faces light up at meeting all of the princesses, it just might have been worth it. I will concede, though, that my legs were hurting the next day. We pulled into the parking lot at 9:45 am. We left the parking lot at 1 am! :D I guess that's what it takes when you are committed to training, but refuse to sacrifice family focus. My body hated me for a couple days, but my energy finally returned. Plus the following week was a recovery week, so I had time to get my strength back.
Now if I could get "It's a small world after all" out of my head I would be happy...
16.6 hours of training. 25 miles of running (long run of 13.5 miles), 9 hours of cycling, with a long ride of 5.5 hours (I skipped one easy ride to fit everything else in), 11,400 yards of swimming, with a long swim of 4,700 yards. Put like that, it doesn't sound so bad. But, consider the following: this was my longest swim in 18 months, and my second-longest swim set EVER. I swam it after averaging 6 hours of sleep per night for the previous 3 days, and working in the sun all day.
My long run of 2 hours was on boring roads in mid-afternoon, at 90 degrees in Tucson. It was the first time that I ran my standard marathon long run course since 2004. Yes, I really got sick of that out-and-back. Halfway into this run, I realized that I still hated it... Back to trails next week!
It was my longest ride in 18 months, and my longest ever distance-wise (around 107 miles). My ride was staged from Blythe, CA (my work site), and I rode to Parker, AZ and back on a mix of empty highways, farmland, and Indian reservation. The highlight of the trip was probably when a met an older guy touring across the western US. Apparently he had gotten left behind his main group, and thought they would detour to Havasu when instead they rode straight through to Wickenburg. He was traveling on blown-out tires, in socks and Tevas, with a single water bottle. I was not totally comfortable leaving my Cervelo outside with him while I went in the store for drinks, but oh well. When I came back outside, he started re-telling me his story, and I knew for sure he wasn't all there... And with that, I gave him $5 to buy some food, and hopped back on my bike for the return trip. As a side-note, my first long ride relying only on my customized Inifinit Nutrition mix went very well. I think the new nutrition plan is a hit!
Oh, I also worked 50+ hours...
So, what do you do over the weekend for recovery after such a week? Well, if you have two daughters and a place to stay in Orange County, you go to Disneyland! I'll be honest, I have never been a crowd person. I enjoy having my own space. I hate standing around. I don't really buy into the Disney buzz, or the amusement parks of California. But, what can I say? After an entire day of watching the girls faces light up at meeting all of the princesses, it just might have been worth it. I will concede, though, that my legs were hurting the next day. We pulled into the parking lot at 9:45 am. We left the parking lot at 1 am! :D I guess that's what it takes when you are committed to training, but refuse to sacrifice family focus. My body hated me for a couple days, but my energy finally returned. Plus the following week was a recovery week, so I had time to get my strength back.
Now if I could get "It's a small world after all" out of my head I would be happy...
Friday, October 15, 2010
when I strap my helmet on, I'll be long gone
Week 9 is also done. Yeehaw!
Monday started off with a day of rest/a full schedule of meetings in Boulder City after the LV Triathlon, followed by a couple hours of driving in my Zoot recovery tights. I actually felt pretty fresh coming off a half the day before--once again I was able to deal with stairs with minimal cringing. I considered doing a recovery run in the evening, but sided with sanity and relaxed with the parents in Lake Havasu. Starting Tuesday afternoon, game on.
Weekly totals: total of 16 hours. 22 miles running (long run of 1:50), 8.5 hours on the bike (long ride of 4 hours, and 12,200 yards in the pool. It was a productive week, with a little reduction in running an riding to recover from the race.
Some notables:
In general I was really tired during the week. Not really sore, but just didn't have much energy. After a couple days, I just accepted that it was the effect of race recovery. Had to take it as it came.
My long swim finally approached 4,000 yards, and I didn't find it overly difficult. The 12X100 with 15 seconds rest, on the other hand, left me tanked.
I have started spending more time on the trainer. VERY effective and efficient, especially for interval work. Plus, no worries about getting run off the road by cars... Here's my setup: CycleOps Mag Plus trainer with front wheel block, a 5' step ladder as a laptop stand, and a little neon mood lighting. Am I the only one that craves crappy beer after a trainer ride? The good thing about always missing primetime TV is that you can catch up on multiple episodes online to cover your 90-minute plus ride...
My long brick on Saturday (schedule for 4:30 plus 20 minutes of running) ended up being 4:00 plus 20, for fear of getting caught in a building thunderstorm. In any case, it was still a great workout, and the weather actually helped to make it pretty pleasant!
Sunday long run felt good. Suddenly it feels like I'm marathon training again (of course I kind of am...). Then a few hours of recovery, easy swim, and then packed up for a fieldwork trip. Out the door at 3 pm on Sunday, and off for a crazy week in California. Interesting stuff to follow, I promise...
But, week 9 was done, and I was feeling pretty good!
Monday started off with a day of rest/a full schedule of meetings in Boulder City after the LV Triathlon, followed by a couple hours of driving in my Zoot recovery tights. I actually felt pretty fresh coming off a half the day before--once again I was able to deal with stairs with minimal cringing. I considered doing a recovery run in the evening, but sided with sanity and relaxed with the parents in Lake Havasu. Starting Tuesday afternoon, game on.
Weekly totals: total of 16 hours. 22 miles running (long run of 1:50), 8.5 hours on the bike (long ride of 4 hours, and 12,200 yards in the pool. It was a productive week, with a little reduction in running an riding to recover from the race.
Some notables:
In general I was really tired during the week. Not really sore, but just didn't have much energy. After a couple days, I just accepted that it was the effect of race recovery. Had to take it as it came.
My long swim finally approached 4,000 yards, and I didn't find it overly difficult. The 12X100 with 15 seconds rest, on the other hand, left me tanked.
I have started spending more time on the trainer. VERY effective and efficient, especially for interval work. Plus, no worries about getting run off the road by cars... Here's my setup: CycleOps Mag Plus trainer with front wheel block, a 5' step ladder as a laptop stand, and a little neon mood lighting. Am I the only one that craves crappy beer after a trainer ride? The good thing about always missing primetime TV is that you can catch up on multiple episodes online to cover your 90-minute plus ride...
My long brick on Saturday (schedule for 4:30 plus 20 minutes of running) ended up being 4:00 plus 20, for fear of getting caught in a building thunderstorm. In any case, it was still a great workout, and the weather actually helped to make it pretty pleasant!
Sunday long run felt good. Suddenly it feels like I'm marathon training again (of course I kind of am...). Then a few hours of recovery, easy swim, and then packed up for a fieldwork trip. Out the door at 3 pm on Sunday, and off for a crazy week in California. Interesting stuff to follow, I promise...
But, week 9 was done, and I was feeling pretty good!
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Viva las vegas
p.s. I hate Las Vegas. Too bad I can't recycle the post title from last week...
Apparently I had a loooooong week 8 (that, or this latest block really got to me and I'm suddenly three weeks behind on blogging--You guess). I'll try to catch up with weeks 9 and 10 tonight!
Weekly summary: 14.2 hours, 9,200 yards of swimming, 7 hours on the bike, 29 miles of running. Long ride of 2:50, long run of 1:50. Both of those long efforts happened to be during the Las Vegas Half Distance Triathlon. It was a busy week, mostly because of race and work travel.
The hardest training workout of the week was a set of 4X1 mile running repeats. I overslept a little bit and ended up running in mid-morning (hot part of the day in Tucson). I only met my goal on the first repeat. After that, I was in survival mode.
There was also a brutal 16X100-yard session in the pool. Those long 100 sets (with short rest) put me in my place like nothing else!
Now, a short Las Vegas race report. This was a "B" race for me, meaning that I train up to and through it, but still really "race" like it is an A race. I planned to drive up two days early, but I had a last-minute adjustment for work (a meeting in Boulder City on Monday morning that I had to give a presentation for. yikes!). So, I ended up working LATE Friday, and didn't leave for Boulder City until mid-morning Saturday. 7-hour drive up, packet pick-up, and off to drive the course. Advertised as "the flattest course in Vegas", I expected only a moderately-challenging course. Yeah, not exactly. There is not a flat section on the course, and I saw several 8% grade warning signs... Hills are not my strength, so I didn't know what to expect at all. Finally got to my hotel around 6 pm and prepped my bike. It is crazy that suddenly I don't get all that nervous even for a Half. Asleep around 10:00, and up at 3:30 for breakfast. I was still asleep, even if my bike was already ready to rock!
Had my fill of breakfast, and got to transition about an hour and fifteen minutes before the start. Right on time. Typical stretch, warm-up run pre-race routine, and ready to go! As was my transition area:
The swim was supposedly wetsuit-legal, but it had to be right at or above the limit. I immediately knew I would be borderline-overheating, but tried to keep it out of my mind. I tried to push for a fast start, and found open water almost immediately. I was able to sight the turn buoy quickly, and avoided veering side to side at the guide buoys. I found some good feet to draft for awhile, but realized he wasn't swimming straight, so I set off on my own. I really found my groove about halfway through and pushed it home. I was very happy to be in the top five out of the water (out of 80 or so).
T1 was smoking fast, and I was off on the bike. I was told that there were 3 ahead out of T1, so I looked forward to picking them off. Two minutes later, that plan was out the window. The workouts earlier in the week weighed heavily on my legs, and I had no push up the hills. Not only that, but on descents (where I normally do a lot of my damage), I just couldn't get up to speed. I literally checked my brakes for rubbing. Nope. I just continued to get passed. And the temperature just kept rising. I think I ended up about 13th off the bike, and for once I was VERY happy to get off the bike. For a minute...
The run out of T2 goes straight uphill, for an elevation gain of around 900 feet in the first three miles. At that point, the temperature was in the mid-90s with no shade and no wind. Of course I added a little 1/4-mile "nature hike" about 1.5 miles in. There aren't exactly trees to hide behind next to Lake Mead, so I opted for the closest hill (can you believe there were no port-o-potties on a 13.1-mile run course?!!!). I tried to remind myself that it always hurts less as you go, and tried to slowly increase my turnover and get in the groove. And indeed it did. Around mile 4, I really started to feel descent. My turnover felt good, and I managed to pick off a couple people. Around mile 6, a faster runner passed me, and I committed to keeping him in sight. It kept getting hotter, but there was finally some shade as I passed through the historic tunnels. At the turn to go down the hill, I found my faster friend had cramped up. I shouted some encouragement to him, while silently committing to hold him off until the end. I kept my heart rate up, and kept my pace down despite really feeling the fatigue set in. Pushed through the finish, and was SOOOO glad to be done. It was a tough day! I ended up 11th overall, and 3rd in my age group. Another podium for Team TriSports.com, so I'll take it! Overall I would recommend the race, but probably the shorter distances. Keep in mind that it is no-frills, and there is very little support on a very hot and exposed course.
I celebrated with some good lunch (and a microbrew or two), took a nap, and worked through the night to finish my presentation for Monday morning. As I've said before, T3 is waaaaaay harder than T2...
Apparently I had a loooooong week 8 (that, or this latest block really got to me and I'm suddenly three weeks behind on blogging--You guess). I'll try to catch up with weeks 9 and 10 tonight!
Weekly summary: 14.2 hours, 9,200 yards of swimming, 7 hours on the bike, 29 miles of running. Long ride of 2:50, long run of 1:50. Both of those long efforts happened to be during the Las Vegas Half Distance Triathlon. It was a busy week, mostly because of race and work travel.
The hardest training workout of the week was a set of 4X1 mile running repeats. I overslept a little bit and ended up running in mid-morning (hot part of the day in Tucson). I only met my goal on the first repeat. After that, I was in survival mode.
There was also a brutal 16X100-yard session in the pool. Those long 100 sets (with short rest) put me in my place like nothing else!
Now, a short Las Vegas race report. This was a "B" race for me, meaning that I train up to and through it, but still really "race" like it is an A race. I planned to drive up two days early, but I had a last-minute adjustment for work (a meeting in Boulder City on Monday morning that I had to give a presentation for. yikes!). So, I ended up working LATE Friday, and didn't leave for Boulder City until mid-morning Saturday. 7-hour drive up, packet pick-up, and off to drive the course. Advertised as "the flattest course in Vegas", I expected only a moderately-challenging course. Yeah, not exactly. There is not a flat section on the course, and I saw several 8% grade warning signs... Hills are not my strength, so I didn't know what to expect at all. Finally got to my hotel around 6 pm and prepped my bike. It is crazy that suddenly I don't get all that nervous even for a Half. Asleep around 10:00, and up at 3:30 for breakfast. I was still asleep, even if my bike was already ready to rock!
Had my fill of breakfast, and got to transition about an hour and fifteen minutes before the start. Right on time. Typical stretch, warm-up run pre-race routine, and ready to go! As was my transition area:
The swim was supposedly wetsuit-legal, but it had to be right at or above the limit. I immediately knew I would be borderline-overheating, but tried to keep it out of my mind. I tried to push for a fast start, and found open water almost immediately. I was able to sight the turn buoy quickly, and avoided veering side to side at the guide buoys. I found some good feet to draft for awhile, but realized he wasn't swimming straight, so I set off on my own. I really found my groove about halfway through and pushed it home. I was very happy to be in the top five out of the water (out of 80 or so).
T1 was smoking fast, and I was off on the bike. I was told that there were 3 ahead out of T1, so I looked forward to picking them off. Two minutes later, that plan was out the window. The workouts earlier in the week weighed heavily on my legs, and I had no push up the hills. Not only that, but on descents (where I normally do a lot of my damage), I just couldn't get up to speed. I literally checked my brakes for rubbing. Nope. I just continued to get passed. And the temperature just kept rising. I think I ended up about 13th off the bike, and for once I was VERY happy to get off the bike. For a minute...
The run out of T2 goes straight uphill, for an elevation gain of around 900 feet in the first three miles. At that point, the temperature was in the mid-90s with no shade and no wind. Of course I added a little 1/4-mile "nature hike" about 1.5 miles in. There aren't exactly trees to hide behind next to Lake Mead, so I opted for the closest hill (can you believe there were no port-o-potties on a 13.1-mile run course?!!!). I tried to remind myself that it always hurts less as you go, and tried to slowly increase my turnover and get in the groove. And indeed it did. Around mile 4, I really started to feel descent. My turnover felt good, and I managed to pick off a couple people. Around mile 6, a faster runner passed me, and I committed to keeping him in sight. It kept getting hotter, but there was finally some shade as I passed through the historic tunnels. At the turn to go down the hill, I found my faster friend had cramped up. I shouted some encouragement to him, while silently committing to hold him off until the end. I kept my heart rate up, and kept my pace down despite really feeling the fatigue set in. Pushed through the finish, and was SOOOO glad to be done. It was a tough day! I ended up 11th overall, and 3rd in my age group. Another podium for Team TriSports.com, so I'll take it! Overall I would recommend the race, but probably the shorter distances. Keep in mind that it is no-frills, and there is very little support on a very hot and exposed course.
I celebrated with some good lunch (and a microbrew or two), took a nap, and worked through the night to finish my presentation for Monday morning. As I've said before, T3 is waaaaaay harder than T2...
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