Do I Really Want to Call Myself That Anymore?

IRONMAN LOUISVILLE 2017 TRAINING

WEEK 29 – October 2 > October 8

I typically write my weekly Ironman training wrap-up on Sunday, when all of my workouts have been completed, and share something worthwhile during the week that I find interesting in my journey toward my goal of doing a third Ironman race. Usually the long bike on Saturday or the long run on Sunday will give me something to reflect upon.  But I find myself typing this on a Wednesday instead, a couple of days after another mass murder in the world involving gunfire, this time in Las Vegas, Nevada.

I have become somewhat numb to these shootings, and I believe most of the world has as well.  They seem to have become routine or expected.  I guess most people think that it won’t happen where they live.  I also believe that I live in a pretty safe place in the world, the south suburbs of Chicago, a place where if you go a couple miles north you are certainly in the urban life, and if you travel a couple miles south you are definitely looking at cornfields.  But I’m not fooling myself with that.  At this writing, 58 people lost their lives in Las Vegas.  The City of Chicago loses that many people in a month to gunfire.  September 2017 alone registered 60 people murdered in Chicago(1).  Chicago has a Las Vegas every damn month.  Let that sink in.

I’m not anti-gun.  I’m for protecting 2nd Amendment rights.  But I’m also thinking we need much stricter gun ownership rules.  I don’t even know what that entails, really.  I just don’t want people to lose their minds and have access to guns and wipe out scores of people because they woke up on the wrong side of the world that day.  With all the killings going on in Chicago, I have recently thought about purchasing a small handgun for protection and taking the two day concealed carry licensing course.  But I haven’t done that, and may or may not.  I don’t like to think about having to have to do that.  I don’t want to have to get to the point where if I leave the house I have to carry a gun.  I don’t want my pre-ride checklist to include water bottles, gels, a helmet, some spare tubes and a handgun.

My father grew up in Nebraska and was a farm boy, so I’m pretty sure that hunting was a common practice for him.  I don’t remember my dad having guns around the house, maybe an old .22 caliber rifle that must have been in his family.  Our house was on four wooded acres and my older brother Jon had shotguns and would walk the woods and the adjoining cornfields to shoot at pheasants and rabbits, and occasionally I would tag along.  He gave me a gun to carry that I’m guessing he thought was perfect for me.  It was an over/under type long gun, with a .22 caliber rifle on top and a .410 gauge shotgun on the bottom.  I don’t remember ever shooting the dumb thing, but I do recall that it was heavy.

My friends were very avid hunters, and good at it too.  I’m not anti-hunting at all, but I guess my path as a kid was more about playing wiffle ball, riding my mini-bike, and listening to rock and roll than it was about killing rabbits in the back yard.  One year Jon must have thought that I was big enough now to carry a .20 gauge, and we traipsed once again through the woods.  He saw some ducks swimming in the creek that ran through the property and he yelled “SHOOT THE FUCKING DUCKS!”  I pulled the trigger and killed a duck.  When we pulled it out of the creek we saw that this duck must have lived the high life, because he was huge.  Most likely a duck that was fed pretty well by the neighbor to the north.  I most likely had killed someone’s pet wild duck.

We were into taxidermy at the time, so my buddies helped me stuff that damn thing.  We hung it from my ceiling like he was flying, which in all likelihood he was too damn fat to do, and likely the reason he was in essence a sitting duck to a kid who couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn from 10 feet away.  That hanging duck in my bedroom kind of became my albatross around my neck, just like in the Rime of the Ancient Mariner.  I looked at it everyday and eventually came to the conclusion that hunting may not be my thing.

After marriage and becoming a father, I just didn’t want any guns around the house.  I have a valid Firearms Owners Identification card, but have never owned a gun.  I work in non-sworn position in law enforcement and just maintain it in case I find myself possessing a gun for some reason.   I’m a rule follower.

So how does the terrible event in Las Vegas have anything to do with training for another Ironman?  Well, my group of buddies and I call our team “The Gunners”. 

When we decided to do our second Ironman in 2016 in Lake Placid, New York, I thought that since there were five of us doing the race, we should have a cool team name, along with matching tri kits.  But there wasn’t any theme or idea that really resonated with us until my buddy John suggested Gunners.  That suggestion was made because the youngest of our group, Alex, had a habit of going full throttle in races, gunning for the win as they say.  I had heard the term used in sports many times, especially in auto racing.  “HE’S REALLY GUNNING FOR THE LEAD!” and stuff like that.  And to be honest, I think the rest of our group was highly competitive as well.  We all gun for the win.  The name was bad ass.  Not only did we want to be bad ass, we wanted to be GUNNERS!

I had trouble coming up with a logo, and thought about using a cannon in the design, kind of like Arsenal FC, a soccer club in London, who also went by the Gunner moniker.  But I thought, maybe it should just be about the what we wanted the word to reflect, that we were highly competitive, gunning for the podium.  In the end, I asked the company that we used to make our team kits if they could assist with a team logo for us, and they came up with the word Gunners in a fast looking script, with three stars above the name.  They also suggested a logo having a handgun sticking out of the end of the “S”, but it looked really stupid, and it wasn’t what we were trying to express.  So the Gunners logo with the three stars was our choice.

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As we rapidly approach Ironman Louisville on October 15, we typically also make some t-shirts for ourselves and our family and crew of supporters that come along.  My wife and I designed some cool looking shirts with the Gunner logo and the IM Louisville fleur-de-lis design similar to what they use, and ordered a few hundred dollars worth of shirts.  A couple days later a crazed gunman went full gunner in his own way and mowed down 58 people and wounding scores more.  What an asshole.  He died too.  He just got the order of who to shoot first wrong.

So now the question for me is, do I really want to plaster the word “Gunners” on my chest, and parade through 140.6 miles of Louisville, Kentucky?  Not really.  But yes, dammit, I do.  Can I expect that people will understand the context of the word that we want it to portray, or will they look at it and say WTF?  Is being a Gunner still bad ass, or just make me look like an ass?  I’m not sure I have the answer to those questions.  I feel like this guy stole something from me.  But really, can I be upset about that when all those people in Las Vegas had their lives stolen from them?  The answer to that is no.

I have a week and a few days to decide as to whether I’m going to represent the team name at Ironman Louisville.  I probably will.  I’m just bummed about the killings.  But I know that I am a Gunner, and my teammates are Gunners, and we will all be gunning it on October 15, whether we are wearing it on our chest or not.

 

TOTALS:

2 Swims – 5500 yards this week / 110250 yards total

4 Bikes – 82.5 miles this week / 10571 miles total

7 Runs – 25.5 miles this week / 980 miles

(1) -DNA Info – Chicago Murders https://www.dnainfo.com/chicago/2017-chicago-murders/timeline?mon=9

 

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GUNNERS ARE READY!  ONE WEEK BABY!
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Laboring on Labor Day

IRONMAN LOUISVILLE 2017 TRAINING

WEEK 24 – August 28 > September 3

I resist looking ahead to the weekend workouts because I don’t want to know what is coming.  Since last weekend was a five hour Saturday bike ride and a two hour Sunday run, I assumed that this weekend would bump those workouts another 1/2 hour each.  I’m not sure what possessed my wife Kari to crack open my training book and look, but I’m glad she did, because she made me aware that I only had to do another 5 hour ride.  Hooray!  I would have went out and did the 5.5 hour ride without even realizing the plan didn’t call for it.

But five hours on the bike is still no walk in the park.  On Friday I chaperoned the mega marching band at a local football game and there was a lot of standing, making my legs very tired.  I was all prepared to have to labor hard on Labor Day weekend.  But the gifts kept coming.  The weekend was beautiful!  Cool temperatures and mild breezes made for perfect training conditions.  I started the ride with a one piece tri suit with a cycling jersey over it, with arm warmers  and a long sleeve tech shirt, and gloves as I headed out and I was pretty chilled –  it was 47 degrees!  But 45 minutes into it, I was ready to lose the shirt and placed it on the ground near a stop sign. I came back and picked it up 3 hours or so later and put it in my jersey pocket.  I did shed the gloves, but kept the arm warmers on throughout the ride for protection from the sun.

Saturday’s ride went really well.  I made it through 83 miles last week and didn’t enjoy it much.  But I managed to get in 91 miles of great riding in this time.  I followed that up with a 7.25 mile run and felt really great through that as well.

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Just me and beans for as far as you can see.  

Saturday’s effort was far from over though, as Kari and I had plans to attend the Barenaked Ladies concert in New Lenox, which meant doing a lot of standing on tired legs.  And since it was BNL, I figured I’d be doing some kind of bad dad dance routine, and I did.  I was somewhat surprised that my legs weren’t killing me.  Sure they were a little tired, but not achy or sore.  A great end to a great day.

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The Good Lady and me waiting for Living Color and BNL!  

I was expecting Sunday’s long run to be on some tired legs, but surprisingly enough I felt pretty good.  I got in 15 miles in 2:18.  Then I did a very easy spin over to Frankfort to watch my daughter and her mega marching band do the community proud in the Frankfort Fall Fest parade.  I didn’t leave myself time to grab something to eat, but I took whatever candy I could get from the parade as I sat in the shade of a little bush.  I spun the bike home and had a bowl of cereal.

I was fully expecting that this weekend would be laborious.  But it turned out that it wasn’t that way at all.  Maybe I should have titled this week “Not Laboring on Labor Day.”  It’s really a testament to the periodization of the training plan.  It sure is making me ready, not only for the race itself, but for each week as I progress.  Let’s see if I feel the same after next weekend.

TOTALS:

2 Swims – 4200 yards this week / 83550 yards total

4 Bikes – 147 miles this week / 9966 miles total

7 Runs – 48 miles this week / 773 miles

 

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I’M READY!!! Umm, wait – maybe not

IRONMAN LOUISVILLE 2017 TRAINING

WEEK 21 – August 7 > August 13

I have trained for three Ironman races and I get to the point somewhere around Week 20  or so when I declare myself ready.  All it took for me to understand that I wasn’t was the Saturday long ride and run workout.

It started out okay, and it was a beautiful day – low 70’s, mostly sunny, light breeze if any. My only option for doing a long ride and not want to murder people on the bike trail is to head south from where I live to the more rural farmland of the far south Chicago suburbs.  I live right on the cuff of urban and rural living.  Harlem Avenue near where I live is a six lane motorway.  South of Monee, it is two lanes with barely any shoulder or traffic.  So I headed south with a plan to turn around at 2 hours and head back to complete the scheduled 4 hour ride.

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Feeling pretty good about myself around 1.5 hours into the ride.

I have a terrible sense of wind direction when I ride for some reason, but I was keeping an eye on the corn and plants and they weren’t moving at all.  So I felt strong and kept pushing.  I had built up an average pace of 18.6 mph before I turned around.  Then I felt the wind.  It was from the north, and I knew I was in trouble because 90% of the ride back would be back into the wind.  So I ended up battling my way back home, watching my average ride pace slowly tick back down to a more realistic level for me.  I pushed pretty hard, but it still took me an additional 11 minutes on the return trip.  I ended with an average of 17.9 mph.  Not only was I now super tired from the effort back, but I also had dropped below 18 mph average.

I ended the ride with a 5 mile run at a pretty good pace.  But I could tell that I was spent.  I showered up and went to Panera for some soup.  Between the Southwest Chicken Tortilla Soup bowl (super salty and full of chicken/protein), and about a half dozen refills of sugary Lipton Brisk Raspberry Tea, I was able to turn myself around and feel good again.  But after that 5 hour, 80 mile training day, I knew that I surely do need these remaining few weeks of training to be ready.

On Sunday, I ran the scheduled 1 hour 45 minute run not knowing what to expect.  Turned out I felt pretty good.  Ended the run covering 12 total miles.  Maybe I am ready!

TOTALS:

2 Swims – 5600 yards this week / 70050 yards total

3 Bikes – 131 miles this week / 9598 miles total

7 Runs – 41 miles this week / 646 miles total

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The truth lies in the Saturday and Sunday long efforts.

 

My Brain on Ironman

IRONMAN LOUISVILLE 2017 TRAINING

WEEK 20 – July 31 > August 6

I read a recent article in Triathlete magazine that covered the subject of mental preparedness in Ironman.  I have always thought that training your mind to handle the effort in training and the races was almost as vital as the physical aspect of getting your body ready to spend the more than half a day swimming, biking and running.  Some of it can be very mind numbing for sure.

I find the swimming to be the most boring of the three.  You are either looking at a black line at the bottom of a swimming pool, the dark murkiness of a lake, or in my case a bunch of dead bugs lying at the bottom of my pool, a constant reminder that I also need to devote time to take care of things that get neglected during training.

Running can also be boring, but you can bring music if you are so inclined.  I don’t, but I do let the beauty of the area in which I run to keep me distracted from any suffering that may be going on.  I jogged behind a deer on Wednesday for about a minute until it finally took notice and bounded into the woods.

I find that I don’t have the luxury of being unfocused on the bike.  It’s the one discipline of triathlon in which you are required to focus.  You have to constantly monitor your surroundings, your effort level, and make sure that you don’t crash.  Certainly there are times when I can zone out, but something always quickly renews your focus on the bike – a bump on the road, a bug to the face, a gust of wind, etc.

Often times when someone asks about the Ironman, they only think in terms of how long it is – 140.6 miles – and are impressed that the distance can be covered under your own power.  But I find that your mind easily adapts to the distance if you break it down into manageable segments.  My training is 30 weeks long.  That’s a long time.  But when it is broken into its individual weeks, and then into each day, it is much easier to mentally handle the task.  The woman who inquired about my training this week asked me about the training, and I said for Wednesday’s workout I did 45 minutes on the bike followed by a 30 minute run.  A total of 75 minutes of exercise.  Lots of people can do that.  Break it up and it is much more manageable.

At Ironman Wisconsin in 2013, I found that I couldn’t bear to look out at the water where the swim course was being held prior to race day.  It looked enormous!  But on race day morning, I got in the water for the start and broke the swim up into small segments.  My plan was to swim from one orange buoy to the next.  On the bike it was all about riding to the next aid station where I could refill my water bottle and take on some more nutrition, then it was on to the next one.  Same thing with the run – one mile at a time, one aid station to the next.

So I guess the physical training for the race is the most important aspect of completing an Ironman.  But if you can train your brain to manage the race, it can make the physical portion of it much less of a burden.

THIS WEEK

Swimming in Lake Minocqua. 

I volunteered as a chaperone at this past couple of weeks at band camp.  Fortunately for me I was able to take the 3-6pm slot, and was still able to get my workouts done midday.  The weekend was spent in Minocqua with the family.  I felt the need to be with the family and spend quality time that is no longer a given. My son has his own job and is living out of state. And my middle daughter will begin her sophomore year at college soon. So to have everyone together for two short days was a luxury that I couldn’t pass up. So I skipped the scheduled four hour bike ride. But I was able to get an open water lake swim in as well as the two hour Sunday run. That run nearly wiped me out physically and mentally. I’ve got some work to do in the next ten weeks. 

TOTALS:

2 Swims – 4400 yards this week / 64450 yards total

2 Bikes – 41 miles this week / 9467 miles total

7 Runs – 40 miles this week / 605 miles total

Week 20 complete. Bring on the Peak Phase!

Swapping Weeks and Gauging My Readiness

IRONMAN LOUISVILLE 2017 TRAINING

WEEK 18 – July 17 > July 23

A couple of twists to this week of training.  First, I looked at the training for Week 18 and saw that it was to be somewhat of an easy week ending in an Olympic distance triathlon.  Usually I just do the Oly distances of the swim/bike/run at home on the weekend and skip the racing, as racing can sometimes pose the risk of injury (i.e. bike crash, drowning, etc.) that you can avoid by just doing the day at home.  But I had my eye on a local sprint distance race in the area which occurs next weekend, and I wanted to give it a try.  So I swapped Week 18 with Week 19.  Hopefully I won’t gun it too hard next weekend.

The second aspect of this week occurred to me on my long bike ride on Saturday, as most of my thinking and the ideas for this weekly wrap up happen.  The family and I decided to head to the Northwoods of Wisconsin to our lake home to enjoy the weekend, as school activities are starting to heat up and it may be a while before we get a chance to get up there again.

As I was riding I began to assess where I was fitness-wise, and started to think about creating a race day strategy for Ironman Louisville.  I was feeling pretty good on the ride and I hoped to translate that into a harder effort for the race itself.  The ride was a 4 hour scheduled out and back, and I had hit 30 miles when I turned around.  I was riding my hybrid bike and riding on a crushed granite trail, but I was still pretty pleased with my effort to that point.

 

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Even the streets were telling me something.  

 

I turned around to head for home and found that my Camelback was getting low on water.  I had seen a building off of a local road and decided to see if I could find some water.  No one was around, but I did find a spigot with a hose attached to it.  Just as I was getting ready to fill it, a truck pulls up and inquires as to what I was doing.  Fortunately the guy was pretty cool, and didn’t mind that I filled up.

Then about 3 hours into the ride I started to bonk a little bit.  I had plenty of nutrition and I was eating it up, but for some reason I was just not quite as energetic as usual.  I made it home in 4 hours and 10 minutes, so the trip back took me a little longer than going out did.  I was almost ready to skip the post-ride brick run, but I decided to down a couple glasses of sugary tea/lemonade drink and at least get my mile in for the day (thanks, stupid running streak).  But as I headed out, my legs came back and I put in a solid 3.5 miles in 30 minutes.  It should have been a 45 minute run, but I knew Kari was worried about me, and I didn’t want to push my luck.  The rest of the afternoon I could tell that I was drained.

One thing I can learn from this ride was that I’m not ready to be thinking about gunning for a personal best at 140.6 miles.  The other thing is I’m glad I knew when I had had enough for the day.

Lastly, the Sunday run went really well, as did the rest of the week of training.  Very glad that I got up north and had an adventure to mix things up.  Next week will be much easier volume-wise, and I will have to balance training with being a volunteer chaperone at band camp.  Looking forward to an easier week and a race on the weekend.

TOTALS:

2 Swims – 4200 yards this week / 56750 yards total

3 Bikes – 95 miles this week / 9393 miles total

7 Runs – 36 miles this week / 535 miles total

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Old Road, indeed.

 

Jeff is a GUNNER

IRONMAN LOUISVILLE 2017 TRAINING

WEEK 17 – July 10 > July 16

Jeff is a Gunner.  I already knew that, but Saturday’s ride reminded me that any one of my Gunner teammates can turn on the gunning when they are in their element.

Jeff and Jill had planned a graduation party for their daughter Emma, and since it made sense that we would be coming to their downtown condo for the party, that we should get together for the Saturday long bike ride and short run brick.  And I immediately tried to think of someway to get out of it.

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To be honest, I wasn’t all that excited about riding along the lakeshore in Chicago.  I’ve seen the trail and it’s users, so to me it is like the wild west down there.  All sorts of walkers, skate boarders, roller bladers, hand holders, runners, swimmers carrying their wet suits to Oak Street beach, volley ballers at the beach, and of course Lance wannabes. And in addition to that, I just generally hate driving downtown, not knowing where I am going, thinking that I’ll get mugged, or nowadays shot.  But my wife drives down there everyday for work, Jeff and Jill live right in the heart of everything good in downtown, and since Dave had already committed to it, I decided what the hell.  So I packed up my bike and junk, got up a 5 am and drove into the city.

We met up and Jeff reminded us that since there was a rather large 1/2 marathon on Sunday downtown and a related 5K Saturday morning, that we should get going and try to head north on the path and hopefully miss the runners.  So we started our Garmins, clipped into our pedals and hit the mean streets of Chicago to the lake front trail.

When we got there I was amazed at how busy it was.  It shouldn’t have been a surprise, but man, there were tons of runners and riders out at 7 am.  Jeff led us north right into the craziness.  There were large groups of runners, presumably running together doing marathon training, that were taking up most of the trail.  You had to wait your turn to go around the traffic and hope that others would share the trail.  It was very chaotic, but in a way it was very organized chaos.  The runners all expected to get passed by cyclists and didn’t freak out about it.  Other cyclists knew to give an oncoming rider a little extra room on his side of the trail.  And after a few miles of being indoctrinated to this chaos, it started to become easier.

We made a pass north and turned around.  An hour back into the return trip, we had expected that the 5K had already passed, but that wasn’t the case.  So we turned around and made another loop north.  Now, I wasn’t so excited about this, but it was certainly better than trying to fight through the race.  The trip back north was actually much less of an adventure.  Most of the large groups had finished up, and it was just your usual and standard crazy trail users.  This is the moment that Jeff decided to attack.

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Three Gunners on a ride on the lakeshore trail in Chicago.  It looks a lot like the Pyrenees in France.  Interesting.

Since I was riding in the middle with Dave riding right behind me acting as my sweeper, I knew that Jeff wouldn’t get too far ahead, but he certainly was in his element.  Dave and I were still riding with our heads on a swivel, and Jeff was like Keanu in the movie Speed. 

But it dawned on me that when I hosted a ride a few weeks ago, I led the entire way even though both of those guys are stronger riders.  And when we rode out by Dave, he led us out on his route.  Dave told me when we rode on my route that he would drop back through the twisty nature preserve that I like to canyon carve the hell out of.  He just wasn’t as familiar with all the fast turns as I was.  And the same thing was going on with Jeff.  He was just good at riding in his element.

We made the turn around and headed back into the downtown area and found the path to be open.  We sped ahead to the south, passing such iconic landmarks like the Adler Planetarium, Shedd Aquarium, and the Field Museum.  As we continued to ride, not only did it become less crowded, it also became very scenic.  The south portion of the trail through Burnham Park and down through the South Shore was quite an enjoyable ride.  We made the turn around and headed back to the city, hammering away and really enjoying the miles and letting the time fly by.  In reality, the 3.5 hours on the bike seemed like two.  And I was somewhat surprised that it was over so quickly.

As we finished, I jokingly praised the gods above for allowing me to survive the ride.  But really the thanks should go to Jeff for guiding us on such a memorable ride.  This thirty weeks of Ironman training isn’t all about doing work to finish the race, it is also for enjoying good friends and making great memories.

I won’t hesitate to accept an offer to ride there again.  Thanks for inviting us, Jeff!

 

The Other Notable Ride of the Week

I had another notable ride on Thursday night.  I was riding the scheduled 75 minute ride when I blew out my rear tire after riding through what I thought was some innocuous gravel debris. I was mulling over my options, as I was about 10 miles from home, and I didn’t have my cellphone with me.  So I decided to jog about a 1/4 mile back to a parking lot where I could have some room and be a little safer repairing my tire than along the trail. Upon examining my tire, I could see that it was blown out on the sidewall, which really surprised me. I had a spare tube, but I knew that a hole in the sidewall of my tire was not going to be good.

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Hole-y cow!

I had some small tube patches and placed one over the hole and installed and inflated the new tube. After using one CO2 cartridge, I could see the tube had pushed the patch out through the slit in the tire by about 1/4 inch. I decided that I would have to take it very gently riding back.

Since I have a running streak and that I hadn’t ran yet, I decided to finish off the mile and off I ran at about a 9 min/mile pace in my cycling shoes.  After the mile was over, I saddled up and rode easily toward home.  I was about two miles into that easy ride when I heard the tube let go.  Fortunately for me, I was near my office.  So I jogged another half mile and I was able to get inside and call my wife to come pick me up. Quite an experience. Glad I had the lesson in repairing a tube, and using a CO2 cartridge, which I had never done before. I should have used something a little more sturdy to cover the hole prior to inflation, like a business card or a dollar bill that I had in my tool kit. It might of made a difference in keeping the tube from inflating through the sidewall.

Quite a memorable week for riding.

TOTALS:

2 Swims – 4300 yards this week / 52550 yards total

3 Bikes – 85 miles this week / 9298 miles total

7 Runs – 35 miles this week / 499 miles total

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Onward to Week 18!

 

Yay! Vacation!

IRONMAN LOUISVILLE 2017 TRAINING

WEEK 16 – July 3 > July 9

With the crazy schedules we tend to have, we finally got to have a vacation!  Not a full week worth, mind you.  No, that would be what regular people do.  But it was almost a full week!  July 4th fell on a Tuesday, and since Rebecca is in the marching band, we are required to be in town for the parade.  But as soon as it was over, we jumped in the car and headed north to our new favorite spot, our lake home in Minocqua, Wisconsin.

I took a photo of my training plan from the book I follow and made sure I knew what I had to do for the week.  Fortunately, the workouts were pretty easy this week, and I made sure to get them out of the way early so I could enjoy the family and the water while on vacation.

I was able to do an open water swim with my wetsuit in Lake Minocqua and it went well.  Kari paddled along side me in a kayak, and I found myself swimming at a nice and easy pace.  I made it down along the shoreline about 0.8 mile before turning around.  The swim ended up being about 1.67 miles according to my Garmin 910XT watch, which is about 2950 yards.  It took me an hour to do the swim.  I felt like I was struggling strength-wise, fighting the wetsuit somewhat.  After finishing, I was pretty sore.  I complained about it later, because I tend to complain.  Kari wisely pointed out that I had been water skiing the day before.  That was an aha! moment.

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It may look like I know what I am doing, but sadly I do not.

The three hour long bike ride followed by a 30 minute run also went very well.  I took to the Bearskin Trail and rode it farther south than I ever have.  I really like the trail.  Lots of greenery and beautiful things to see.  I didn’t see any bears though.  Or any bear skins for that matter.

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Rails to Trails paths may be the greatest repurposing ever.

I ended the weekend with a solid 1.5 hour run on the trail as well.  Nice cool weather for training.  Next week it will be back to the grind in good old Mokena.

TOTALS:

2 Swims – 4350 yards this week / 48250 yards total

3 Bikes – 70 miles this week / 9213 miles total

7 Runs – 35 miles this week / 464 miles total

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Refreshed and ready for more