Wolf calls

Today I experienced – for a moment – the annoying part of my gender.

When I finish my bike-run brick at night, I don’t bother putting on a t-shirt, I just go run in my bike shorts and heart rate monitor.

Because of my weight, in the dark if you’re far enough away, it looks like a woman in spandex shorts with a sports bar.

You know like her:

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So while I am running minding my business some dudes decided to make some wolf calls. I was so tempted to thank them for their interest…

 

Week 72 – New equipment and weight problems

After 15 years of riding my Trek 5200, my wife insisted I get myself a new bike, especially after my cheap-as-dirt bike mechanic told me that he would have to replace every piece of cabling and shifting on the bike. My bike mechanic, who is AWESOME, likes to pride himself of being able to efficiently and cheaply take care of bikes. In my last repair, he admitted that the problems with the bike were legion and something had to be done.

My first reaction was – but I LOVE my bike. And then I remember an old friend who had a 20 year old bike that he loved, and when he got a new one he couldn’t wait to unload his old bike.

And still I resisted. Until I went to Hawaii where I rented a Roubaix … And the first moment I got on this new bike, I realized that the problems I was having with my saddle had nothing to do with the saddle, they had to do with the bike…

Here I am after my first ride:

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Does this look like the face of someone who would be happy going back to his 15 year old bike? No, it doesn’t. I felt like some middle aged douche bag who touches a younger woman and then decides it’s time for an upgrade. But then I remembered, my bike is not my wife. Even if my bike is one of the few pieces of equipment that … well … okay you get the point. We are a SFW blog.

Then the debate began over which bike to buy … And unlike 15 years ago where there were only a few choices – racing and commuter – now bike vendors had more sub-genres than AI … (Really geeky CS joke about how all of Computer Science is really a sub-field of Artificial Intelligence)… And then once you get past the genres the equipment choices have exploded, it used to be the decision was shimano or campagnolo components with the only debate being what kind you wanted. Now we have things like electric shifters and disk brakes and life gets really complicated fast.

The first filter was whether I would get a Triathlon bike or we go for a replacement general purpose bike. I have been lusting after a Cervello P3 for almost a year now. The bike represents the future of how bike’s will be made, and has amazing performance characteristics. But it really only can be used for racing Triathlons and training for triathlons.

I agonized over this. If I had just ridden a Tri bike, I would have not agonized over this. Those bikes are so ridiculously stiff that unless you’re doing a Tri, you’re not riding them. To get an idea of how stiff, imagine sitting on a piece of cement that pounds your crotch area every time you go over a bump. Pounds. Yes, Pounds. That’s a Tri bike.

And when you consider that I can improve my speed significantly by losing another 20 pounds, until I lose 20 pounds this feels like wasted money.

Once we got past Tri, then it becomes about components. And I was lusting after the electric shifters until I thought about the following scenario: Bike freezes over night and battery dies so I can’t actually shift gears during triathlon … like last year in IMLT.  And that ended that debate. And again, if I had just bothered to try them I would have realized that although there is a legitimate performance boost, losing 20 pounds is cheaper and more efficient. What the electric shifters do is provide more precise and accurate shifting, and when the differences are measured in seconds this provides an undeniable advantage to someone using those shifters. Electric shifters are like power-meters, great gadgets that at peak levels of performance are absolutely worth considering…

Now the only question that remained was whether I go for the racing or endurance bike. And Bianchi resolved that debate. The recent introduction of the Bianchi Infinito CV made the choice easy. At my age, and with the intent to own the bike for 15 years, I was looking for something that would reduce the suffering on a long bike ride. And the Infinito fit the bill nicely. The bike  I tried the Cervello R3 and was impressed with the speed and lightness, but again if I just lose 20 f-ing pounds, any advantage will be eliminated and if I get to the point where seconds matter to me, I could always buy another bike …

And there was much rejoicing.

Until I started training.

See the problem is that my Trek 5200 was an ill-fitting bike. As my fitness has improved, the ill-fitting bike became a problem and in part motivated the purchase. However, my muscles were used to that ill-fitting bike. Especially my quads. And so now my frigging quads 6 weeks before my first half-ironman are in exquisite pain and misery. And I am thinking, what the hell was I thinking. Until I saw the speed improvements …

And all I could hear in my head was Phil Liggett talking about suffering …

The things we do for our craft.

Problems with weight loss.

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What you’ll notice is these weekly peaks followed by a drop, followed by an increasing peak later on.

This is usual symptomatic of slow weight gain. Much like the reverse graph is symptomatic of slow weight loss.

What the hell?

At first I blamed my vacations and weddings. But after last weekend, I had to face the reality that something was broken.

What I noticed was that over the last month, I had bonked twice while running. The reason I had bonked was because I had refused to eat gu, preferring to eat a little bit more and then burn off the excess during my running or biking. And as a result I was eating more to avoid bonking. And whereas that fine balance of eating more outside of workouts while I was getting to 200 pounds had worked, at 200 pounds I had not found the right equilibrium between eating outside of workouts and exercise.

What was happening was on the weekend I was eating a lot, then I ate less on Monday and got my weight back down, then on Tuesday I ate more to compensate for eating so little on Monday, by Thursday I was eating a lot but that was okay because I was going to bike it off and run it off and so on. And it was not working.

My new plan is to just eat while training and consider the two calorie budgets as distinct. I eat enough to lose weight outside of training and I eat enough to not bonk while training and don’t try and resolve the equilibrium.

We’ll see how this works out this week.

 

Triathletes not Futbol Fans

Okay, well this is unfortunate.

Turns out that the world cup final is the same day as Vineman. Who the heck schedules their event on the same day as the World Cup Final? A bunch of US triathletes who confuse a soccer ball with a massage ball.

This is going to be the first final game I will have missed since 1982 when Germany lost to Italy.

Unbelievable.

I was looking forward to seeing Brazil win in Brazil!

Delusions, data and improvement

Extracting the last 20% of performance is about technique, and technique is about understanding how your body moves in detail and fixing things that come naturally to do things that come unnaturally. Even when you know something is broken, it takes a lot of intellectual discipline to admit to it. And sometimes the path to improving your technique forces you to do something uncomfortable and can delay improvement. And then when the data is staring at you in the fast you’re like Luke Skywalker in Bespin screaming: That’s not possible.

Over the last year, I have spent an amazing amount of time on fixing my swim technique. And the improvements have been dramatic. Unlike my running where I have seen marginal performance improvements, more or less inline with weight loss, in swimming I have dropped 2 minutes over 500 yards.

One thing I did notice is that when I breathe on my off-side, my technique improves, but I ascribed that to luck, not to actual improvement in technique.

Because I love to swim, and because I obsess over details, I have been trying to get MAOR speed.

One trick to explore how broken your technique is, is to breathe on your off side. The theory being that your normal side is so broken, that you’ll get a big boost from going on the offside because it has no bad habits. Especially for someone like me who when I started my swim training I couldn’t actually breathe on the offside without almost drowning. But because I almost drowned the first few times I tried to swim on my left side, it’s not fun to do that.

This past week I had 25 yard sprints. And so I did 10 of them on the off side and saw my times were between 10-15% faster than on my right side. And my brain said – Nah, not real improvement, just you getting in shape. And then I remembered my wife who said that if you want to conduct an experiment you need 10 samples of each side, so I decided to do the next 10 on my right side. And lo-and-behold, I was 10-15% slower than my left side. I did that for about 5 sprints. And then said: It must be because I am tired, let me try a left side sprint to prove that. Nope, I was 10-15% faster again. The result was so incredible, that I repeated the experiment three more times because it was not possible.

I really felt like Luke Skywalker in Bespin being delivered information that made no sense.

If I had done 500 yards in 8:58 seconds on my right, assuming the improvement held over 500 yards,I would do about 7:40-8:04 seconds on my left.

Once I figured this out and was able to adjust my right side swim stroke, I got the 10-15% improvement on my right side.

 

 

Week 71 – A down week, a bonk and a wedding

After getting back into blogging, I had a down week … fortunately because I had a wedding to attend.

Unfortunately, I had a really tough workout day involving 1:30 run in the morning and a 1:30 bike ride in the evening.

The run was a mess. It was super hot, so I demonstrated aptitude and learning because I didn’t die of dehydration. However, I also showed that I can screw up in new and exciting ways.

I bonked. OMG. Bonk’s suck. When you bonk every step, every movement is excruciating. And I was in excruciating unbelievable pain.

What’s stupid is that I had GU in my gym back. I just forgot to take it. And I thought, whatever, 1h30 minutes is not that big a deal. Except it was just before lunch. And I barely make it to lunch without eating. I tend to crap out from hunger.

So what was supposed to be this easy, pleasant run turned into something epic.

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I felt like this dude from tough mudder. Crawling towards a finish line that is almost too far away.

And then I had a 1:30 bike ride in the evening. On my new shiny bike, mind you. And this time I said – damn it I will not bonk. So I ate power-bars and was fine… Except I wasn’t … Because once you are bonked, forever will it dominate your brain and you will keep eating past the point of hunger.

And then you have this feeling of disgust, not from the food volume, but because a Power Bar tastes like partially de-hydrated sweat. And when you are not hungry, it’s really really gross.

But that’s okay, because I had a couple of days to recover. And go to a wedding.

And the weight update

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We moved in the right general direction this week. There was a sudden dip on Wednesday probably caused because I was super anxious about putting on weight at the Chinese banquet. And lo-and-behold in spite of my best efforts, I ate a shit load of food. I mean 2-4 pounds worth of food.

But this was a wedding banquet I had been waiting on for a very long time. So it was okay.

 

 

 

 

Week 70 – Back on the saddle

It’s been a long month of no updates.

Over the last four weeks:

Week 67 – managed to bonk while running

Week 68 – go to Hawaii

Week 69 – do a hard week of exercise and reflect on the end of the journey

Week 70 – do a hard week of exercise

Unfortunately I also managed to flat-line my weight loss. There are two distinct possibilities, the first is that my scale stopped working and I ate a lot. The second is that I stopped posting to this blog.

To support theory #1, we have the visual evidence from Hawaii, and the Bachelor Party in Vegas where we ate at Joel Robuchon’s restaurant. We also have the broken scale providing further evidence that the Internet of Things Sucks.

To support theory #2, we have my amazing intuition that has worked so well in the past!

I’ll go with theory #2.

The last few weeks my coach has transitioned me from doing miles to doing miles and speed training. Let me just say, I prefer the miles. A 3 hour bike ride, no problem, a 45 minute bike ride with 30 minutes at tempo, I dread.

And now for the weekly update:

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You can see that there has been a flat-lining of sorts around 200 pounds. My take is that a combination of not posting to this blog, my scale not working and opportunities for eating excessive amounts created this break …

 

My journey to Ithaka is coming to an end.

Over the last two weeks, I have begun to look at what Ironman races I will register for, and the act of looking depressed me. My voyage to my Ithaka is coming to an end.

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Cavafis, a great Greek poet, writes about Ithaka says it best:

Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you are destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you are old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
 
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.
 
And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what these Ithakas mean. 

Two years ago when I started, an Ironman felt like an absurd quest of a middle aged man who should know better. 70 pounds overweight, unable to be on a bike for 30 minutes, exhausted from running a single marathon, the whole thing seemed ridiculous.

And yet here I am.

Getting ready to run my first half, I realized that an Ironman although hard was no longer absurd. That it was something I could and will do.

And I got sad.

Another hill that I had wanted to climb, ready to be climbed. Another mountain that seemed smaller than it had … And for a moment, I wavered.

The journey has been so much fun, the trip to Ithaka so much fun that I almost wanted to prolong the training for one more year.

But every good thing must come to end. Every adventure has its climax and the hero has his day.

So here we go, must pick an Ironman. Current favorites are:

  1. Arizona
  2. Florida
  3. Louisville
  4. Cambridge
  5. Wisconsin

I had tahoe on the list, but my coach feels that the altitude may be a bridge too far…

Hmm…

Ironman Lake Tahoe is my new Ithaka…