Friday, August 26, 2011

The Dream-Day 106


Jammed in a 50 mi hard ride this morning in front of Irene and will get in swim training at the college tonight. It's futile to argue with AccuWeather. So, it looks like my house will be the epicenter (see #1 below). Wondering how all of this will effect my training. I know, that's a bit twisted, but will it?

Thursday, August 25, 2011

The Dream-Day 105

After taking 10 years off (ok, it was 6 days) Montezuma backed off enough to allow me to resume my pre-5am wake up schedule. I headed out to the Great South Bay to swim with my crew and although hurricane Irene is still far off, the sea was most definitely getting nervous. If you've ever sat in a laundromat and watched the wash through the round glass I would have been the pair of socks getting smashed around. Managed to complete 2,600 yards (1.5 mi) and left disappointed I wasn't handed a Bounce sheet upon exit. A 1/2 hr later, I rolled into Heckscher State Park for an easy 20 mi ride.

The weather rock's only shortcoming is that it doesn't indicate hurricanes.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

The Dream-Day 104

Haven't trained since Sunday's ride. Not trusting the Dominican infirmary, I went to see my doctor. She wants me to rest for the remainder of the week (nearly impossible). Been listless since last Thursday, the ankle isn't responding very well, and I'm getting incredibly anxious about not training especially with the 1/2 IM on 9/11 right around the corner.

I'll probably go for an MRI or just wait for my buddy to return from Sun Valley to shoot me up with cortisone. Tomorrow, I plan to do an easy open water swim and bike ride.

Guess it could always be worse. I left Punta Cana 36 hrs before the hurricane hit and survived yesterday's earthquake. On the bright side, my new phone delivers today.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

The Dream-Day 103

Back from Punta Cana last night and trying to shake off Montezuma's Revenge and an ear infection. Been feeling very lethargic for days and the thought of doing a 5 1/2 hr bike ride didn't exactly settle my stomach. With the 1/2 IM only 3 weeks away and not having rode for over a week I had to go out.

It was a disaster from the jump. I had no energy which the data from my PowerTap confirmed. Was so relieved to make it back and all I wanted to do was crash but couldn't. Had to deal with house related issues and then off to AT&T to see about replacing my phone. Spent an hr on the phone with a customer service manager and negotiated an iPhone 3GS for $100 without a contract so I could keep my upgrade for the 5. Unfortunately, they have to ship it to me. Hope to have it by Thursday.

Friday, August 19, 2011

The Dream-Day 102

Supposed to run 2:15, but I had a momentary lapse of reason and decided to stay off the ankle.

For all our trouble (room not ready for over 6 hrs upon arrival, stolen phone & cash, and crappy service) we asked for, and received, a private tubbing trip on Club Med. Our captain took us to a beautiful spot and it was a lot of fun. Since I'm the only one certified to pilot my jet ski, it was my first time doing it.
 

Shane showing off.


 


Thursday, August 18, 2011

The Dream-Day 101

The other day, I went snorkling with Shane and barely saw a thing. Today, during swim training in the ultra salty Caribbean, I saw several curious fish and could sware they were mocking my lame stroke.

Here, I'm on a virtual water treadmill. Really strong wind and current. Can't thank my son enough for not videotaping me going in the other direction.


I grabbed an espresso at Cielo bar and met a really nice woman and her 8 mo old son from France. Tell me he doesn't remind you of the E-Trade kid in the video below. That spot kills me.


Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The Dream-Day 100

After a full day of sun, attempted windsurfing, frisbee, and volleyball I laid down around 6:30pm "for a few minutes" before getting ready for dinner. Guess I missed chow as I awoke today at 9:15am. Can't remember the last time I slept that long with tequila being involved.

On the training docket today was a 10 min warmup, then 2x2 mi at a hard pace with a 5' jog in between, then a 5' cool down. Due to my hibernation, I started at 10 and it was already unbearably hot and humid. I was toying with the idea of blowing it off to rest my tendonitis riddled ankle and a few toes that have blood blisters from Sunday's 2 hr run. Wonderful.

Being the dope that I am, bailing didn't happen. Instead, I took the w/u slow to test the ankle. It held up ok during the first 2 mi running at a 7:49 pace. That's when the wheels came off. I felt like I'd just ran a 1/2 marathon and had to walk during the 5' jogging break between sets. With core temp approaching the red zone and engine coolant needed, but no where in sight, I geared up for the next 2 mi set and managed to gut out an 8:31 pace. I couldn't help but think how anyone can run a marathon, let alone complete an IM, in conditions this harsh.

I returned to my air conditioned room and proceeded to sweat for the next hour even after a cold shower. Then, it was off to la playa for another day of humility as I tried in vain to windsurf. Nothing like seeing a fat old guy jamming away while I struggled and cursed (not necessarily in that order).

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The Dream-Day 99

Yesterday was a rest day, but it was anything but relaxing. I woke up to find my iPhone had been stolen along with $650. I left the phone on my night table the evening before and the cash was in my room safe. Found out too late that my door doesn't exactly latch unless you slam the crap out of it. Filled out a report so I figure Club Med will be reimbursing me pronto...NOT. This place is beautiful, but the staff really sucks ass. Put it this way, they've never put customer and service in the same sentence. By the way, if you're contemplating coming to Punta Cana they charge you $10 a head to enter the country. WTF?
Anyway, I'm improvising my workouts. Swam an hour today in the uber salty Caribbean. Didn't realize it makes you pee like crazy. I quickly changed and went to the gym to do intervals on a stationary bike. The 2 they had were occupied so I did Ab Ripper and half of Shoulders and Arms from P90X while I waited, did my bike workout, then finished with the weights.

A few hours later I went windsurfing which was more like standing up on a board and falling repeatedly while cursing. Really can't stand sucking at anything. I know, shocker. I'll be back at it again tomorrow. I'll lasso Dane, the windsurfing dude, and won't let him leave until I'm ready for the X Games.

Shane & Dad chillin'. Last day with my tunes. The a-hole that stole my phone better like Phish.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

The Dream-Day 98

Saturday was a travel day to Punta Cana, Dominican Republic for a family vacation and has taken thermo-regulation to new heights. Training continues, but in 88 degrees and 95% humidity.

Today, the goal was to run for 2 hrs on flat terrain inserting a 1 min walk after every 10 min. I couldn't see doing laps around Club Med so I ventured outside the secure gates at 6:30am and blended in perfectly with the lush surroundings wearing my Rudy Project sunglasses, bright orange Under Armour shirt, 2XU tri shorts, and brand new Saucony running shoes with bright orange soles and bottoms. American alert!

The first 1:20 was pretty good. I ran along a nice stretch of road and found a beautiful golf club to run around. At 1:21, however, I was greeted by 2 nasty ass canines intent on having me for breakfast. I had been attacked by 2 Doberman's when I was younger and I recall being told not to run away but to stare the dogs down as they get really insecure. Somehow, I managed to dial that tidbit up just before my ankles got chewed off and...it friggin' worked. I continued on my way while looking for something to club them with just in case. Of course, I just so happened to be running on the only stretch of land that was manicured every hour on the hour. And, of course, my 2 pals were waiting for me. I reenacted my stare down contest, won handily, and then headed back with 30 minutes to go.

I survived Cujo1 and Cujo2, but couldn't dodge the ankle pain, foot discomfort, and leg throbbing that simultaneously latched onto me. I semi-hobbled the last 10 min of the 12.25 mi run and bee-lined it directly into the ocean leaving a trail of clothing in my wake.

Icing the ankle, popping Advil, and hoping the swelling goes down in time for my next run.

Friday, August 12, 2011

The Dream-Day 97

Took off at 7am for a 5 1/2 hr endurance ride that lasted 7 hrs. Everything was going well until I was 2:15 into it when my gears decided not to work. I stopped, borrowed a tool from a fellow cyclist, but couldn't fix it. McGyver needed a rubber band and some chewing gum. So, I rode with 2 gears for about 45 minutes. Pulled out the trusty iPhone and Googled bike stores in Farmingdale, NY. Found Adventure Cycles & Sports (www.gorideabike.com) a mere 5 miles away.

I was a about 1/4 mi from the store when the other cable, the one that moves the chain from between the small and large ring (the one on the left side of the handlebars), snapped. I made it to the shop and Carlos, the owner, took care of everything. It was a delicate job as both cable heads were jammed in the housing and it took him 1/2 hr of fishing around with what looked like a dental instrument to remove them. If it were me, I would have probably thrown the bike against the wall to get the suckers out. I strongly recommend giving Carlos your business. He's a great guy. Plus, he's located a few stores down from Runner's Edge where everyone I know shops for running and tri gear.

I left and continued on my 90 mi journey relieved that I only had to deal with the myriad of a-hole drivers, crappy roads, and broken glass. Really, are people that lame that they can't find a garbage can to spike their empty beverage?

I returned home at 2 and threw on the running shoes for a quick 10' 1.2 mi brick. Coach told me to weigh myself before and after. I lost 4lbs (2.4%). I lost 5lb on the last long ride and felt like crap after 4hrs. So, I took in an extra 4oz/hr this time. I'm tired, but definitely not train wreck worthy. I think this is right where I need to be.




Thursday, August 11, 2011

The Dream-Day 96

Repeated Tuesday's workout. 2.2 mi open water swim followed by 45 min run. This time, I dialed back swim speed and ran consistently and comfortably covering 5.3 mi at an 8:36 avg pace.

I had run by a deli and a barber shop and thought I'd be efficient. On the drive home, I grabbed some Cherrios, milk, a bottled water and drove 1/4 mi to get my hair cut. The joint was old school and I found out Edward Scissorhands was from Uzbekistan. What's with that country? Just about every barber I meet is from there and lives in Queens.

Anyway, being really particular, I detailed precisely what I wanted Comrade to do. The good news - he was the fastest barber ever. Felt like I made a pit stop at Indy. The bad news - he didn't pay attention to anything I said. Most importantly, instructions not to cut too short. That must be Russian for "scalp me, dude".

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

The Dream-Day 95

Today, I went back to Heckscher State Park to focus on sustained power efforts. After a 15' warm up, I ran into Steve Zwerman (new Tri pal) and his friends Tulio, and Mark. We rode a few minutes together then I took off for 20' at 220 watts (hard) then 2x180 watts for 30' each covering 36 miles.
 
After, I decided to drive around the park and caught up with one of my fans.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

The Dream-Day 94

Back at it after a welcomed day of rest.

Hit the open water swim at 6am and blasted out 3,550 meters (2.2 miles). Jellyfish are becoming more prominent and it must be hilarious to see me freak out every time I touch one of those slimy bastards. Each lap is 500 meters. As I began my 3rd lap I started to get the "urge". Just for the record, the "urge" was NOT #1. Suffice it to say, no way could I start lap #4 without addressing the issue. So, I finished the 1,500 meters and then bee-lined it to shore. Stripping off my wetsuit (man, those things should have an escape hatch) I raced up the dock towards the Yacht club which is usually locked. Preparing to do my best impersonation of a Neanderthal, I was elated to learn it was open. My lightening fast transition time from wetsuit to bathroom was money. Made it with 2 seconds to spare. I let go a huge sigh of relief, put my wetsuit back on, and headed back out for 4 more laps with my jellyfish pals.


Right after the swim, I changed into my running gear, and ran 45 min with 25' easy, 15' hard (7:40 pace), and a 5' cool down. Think I have residual effect of Sunday's NYC Olympic. Pretty dizzy when I finished and almost fell asleep on the 30 min drive home. Plan on drinking a lot of fluids today laced with electrolytes.

Monday, August 8, 2011

The Dream-Day 93

NYC Triathlon is in the books.

First and foremost, I want to thank everyone who made contributions to my charity (Multiple Myeloma). Your incredible generosity will go to doing great things for people in need. To be honest, the only way I got into this event was to raise money for a charity and MMRF went out of their way to provide that opportunity. Since that time, I've did some research on the foundation and also learned that I have a cousin that's afflicted. I was honored to do a video shoot for them the day before the race that they'll use for promotional purposes. I know this was the way it was supposed to happen. I don't believe in coincidences.

STATS:
.9 mi swim: 20:46
25 mi bike: 1:20:06 (18.6 avg)
6.2 mi run: 49:16 (7:56 pace)
Total Time: 2:38:25
548 out of 2,080

Swimming in the Hudson. Hey, it could've been the East River.
Heading out of transition to start the bike portion.
What a thrill to finish strong with my daugher screaming along with thousands of others. 

With this race, the journey not only continued but, as usual, provided unexpected inspiration. Race day was chaotic to say the least. It was 4:45am, pitch black, thousands of people, it's raining, and you're setting up your area which is slightly larger than a postage stamp. My bike was positioned near the end of a rack near the perimeter where the parathletes were. I looked across and spotted artificial leg after artificial leg leaning against the fence. Stopped me in my tracks.

During the race, I passed and was passed by several parathletes on bikes and on the run course. I couldn't help marveling at what they could do and how fortunate I was.

Feel free to use these the next time anyone you know (including yourself) says they can't do something.


  


Lastly, my heart goes out to the families of the 64 year old man and 40 year old woman that died during the swim leg.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

The Dream-Day 92

3 days til NYC Olympic Triathlon (.9 mi swim, 25 mi bike, 6.2 mi run) where I'll join 4,000 other psychos, thousands of spectators, and the sludge of the Hudson River for a 5:50am start.

Did a short 1,500 meter open water swim this morning to imprint technique and then an hour of very easy biking to flush out some fatigue.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

The Dream-Day 91 (Top 10 Ways To Co-Exist With Your Tri-Athlete Partner)

Since I can't figure out how to create a freakin' document on FB and/or hyperlink the file (I'm no Stephen Hawking)...this is the best I could do.
Enjoy!

Top 10 Ways to Co-exist with your Tri-athlete Partner

10. Compliment their equipment.
The 2005 edition of the US$6,000 bicycle that occupies a prominent space in our dining room has third-child status in this family. Allow your tri-athlete to store prized equipment wherever they deem best. If it’s the dining room, then it’s there for you, the kids, the nanny, and the Bonaqua deliveryman to admire at any time. And when you are sitting down to dinner, there’s no forgetting to throw in the casual comment or two such as, “Honey, the Cervelo is simply radiant tonight. She must’ve had a fantastic performance this morning.”

9. Buy into the whole Protein Management diet
Six egg whites scrambled, and a piece of dry toast. The PERFECT start to the day. Surprise your tri-athlete every morning with the same breakfast and they’ll think they’ve died and gone to heaven. Not only are you encouraging the perfect balance between carbohydrates and proteins but you are also doing what a tri-athlete loves more than anything…subscribing to a routine. After all, a triathlon is a race that consists of the same three disciplines in the same order every time – swimming, biking then running. Training is basically repeating the same activity over and over again. Breakfast is no different in their mind. Show them you understand.

8. Become a fixture at race time no matter how early the guns blow.
Since your tri-athlete will be a walking nerve-end in the wee hours before a race, forgo getting any more rest. Conserve their energy and take them to the starting point even though this is at least an hour before the sun rises. I’ve come to believe that the sun is the equivalent of the Devil on race day. Maybe the glare of the sun on the water might sear their sensitive corneas. Or maybe getting up after dawn would blow their “early bird gets the worm” mentality. Either way, when you chauffeur your triathlete to the starting area you are there for the mad rush of wetsuits into the water, have plenty of time to schlep to the transition area for the cycle and still get a good seat in the bleachers-they-promised-would-exist-but-don’t for the finish. Just don’t miss them crossing the finish line because you were busy trying to get your teeth through the free PowerBar the perky race coordinators handed you. They’ll be disappointed, I promise.

7. Stay awake during long, drawn out discussions about race locations, stroke efficiency and body fat counts.
Imagine you are at a cocktail party. Another tri-athlete walks into the room. You didn’t notice, but your tri-athlete did. Suddenly they have a companion in the form of a willing ear with whom to compare their latest accomplishment. As a supportive significant other, you stick together for the first several minutes, nodding,
“Hmmming” and seeming rapt by the conversation now centering on a race that takes place in the Gobi Desert? Then at the first sign of a lull, you make a mad dash for the restroom where you find all the other non-tri-athlete spouses, dates, and significant others are hiding. Good save, now it’s your turn to bond.

6. Consider a late night getting into bed anytime after 9:00pm.
We were at a party one night where half the crowd consisted of fellow tri-athletes. The non-athletic arm of the crowd had just kicked things into high-gear when someone’s tribody walked up and politely yawned, “Honey, you ready to go home? It’s getting late.” Off you go…

5. Give up a shelf in your closet because the commemorative race t-shirts are piling up.
It wouldn’t be a real triathlon without a commemorative t-shirt handed out in the race kit. These shirts are usually of an awkward size, WAY to big or WAY too small for the racer. They contain colors the printer had on special for his season blowout sale and are made from a stiff, yet washable cotton/poly material. Competitors will compare last year’s design to the latest one, marveling at how the organizers could possibly have created something even uglier this year. These t-shirts are always kept as a memento. When worn in public, the racer sports a sort of status symbol, challenging anyone brave enough to ask about it. When the stack in the closet begins to topple over, make some room.

4. Admit that “Honey, do you mind if I go for a long run?” is a rhetorical question.
“No of course not, dear.” Translated from Greek to wife-speak means: “Just be back by Tuesday and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

3. Accept that your tri-athlete’s friends of the opposite sex have better bodies than yours.
Sadly, you recognize that although they are ripped, they have NO appreciation for Haagen-Dazs Dulce de Leche ice cream, poor, poor souls.

2. Plan vacations around the world to coincide with certain races.
This one’s not so bad when you consider there are some must-do races held in places like Phuket, Thailand and the Cook Islands. But it reiterates the fact that your idea of a vacation (lazy mornings cuddling in bed, lying on the beach, reading trashy novels, sipping pina coladas poolside) is very different from theirs (6am bike, 9am run, lengthy swim in the ocean, light lunch….) but hey; you’re in the Cook Islands, Baby!

1. Give it a try.
Did I just say that? I must admit I got curious one year and decided to see what the fuss was all about. I trained for and completed a miniature version of a triathlon. My husband remembers me nimbly striding through the ribbon tape, but gets the biggest kick out of the way I leaned over the barrier after the swim and asked him to help me yank off my wetsuit. That’s totally against the rules, DUH! But it’s a memory that always gets a good chuckle out of him.

The Dream-Day 90

Tapering towards this weekend's race continued with a 15' jog, 3 x 1/2 mi comfortably hard (oxymoron) efforts with 30 sec breaks in between, ending with a 1/2 mi cool down.

The 3 x 1/2's boardered on uncomfortably hard.
Set 1: 7:31 pace
Set 2: 7:38 pace
Set 3: 7:41 pace

Pool is closed for a few weeks. Perfect, just when I was starting to regain some of my lost swim fitness. I'll jump back into the Great South Bay early tomorrow for another open water swim and try to replicate what we do at SCC.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The Dream-Day 89

Added to my list of my injuries is the common affliction known as Runner's Toe. So, I visited my friend Steve Stummer, podiatrist, and he promptly removed my hideous nail, cleaned me up, and sent me on my way.
Not my foot, but my toe looked identical.
My foot, sans nail.
Went to open water swim and banged out 3,000 meters (1.9 mi) in calm water under a blue bird sky. Awesome sunrise driving in. I'll post video the next time I go.

Left the gang at the Yacht Club, drove to the park, and did my bike workout. A short yet intensive effort as I head towards the Nautica NYC Olympic Triathlon this Sunday along with 4,000 athletes. It's going to be nuts.