Swim – 1:30:00 (p)- 2:15:00 (a) – 6500m
Bike – 2:45:00 (p) – 2:45:45 (a) – 74.50km
Run – 2:00:00 (p) – 1:15:34 (a) – 15.77km
Total – 6:15:00 (p) – 6:16:29 (a)
Back to training after a full week off can be quite a drag, but all-in-all it went pretty good. Friday’s swim was a decent set; by decent I mean a killer. It went like something like this.
400m swim/200m kick/400m drill
5x400m swim on 7:00
alternate swim/pull/pull with paddles
100m kick on back
With Speedy Gonzalez leading the lane we hit the wall around 5:40 for each set sending most of us (including me) into a drone state by the 4th interval. The set was actually supposed to be 6x400m but both time and enthusiasm ran out.
I skipped my Saturday morning run, sorry, but I have a couple of good reasons. First I have been working on a slight injury to my left foot; nothing that warrants a trip to the physio but I didn’t want to make it worse.
Second I volunteered at the Chinook Triathlon festival; a local race that I did last year and had so much fun at I needed to be part of it again. As I am in the beginning of my build phase from Ironman 70.3 Calgary I couldn’t justify racing at this point, so I volunteered instead. If you haven’t volunteered at a race yet, you need to do it. It was an absolute blast.
I titled this post after the ever popular phrase “walk of shame” for good reason. Tuesday I headed out for my first ride of the season on Fred, my Cervelo P3C. It was cold and I was glad to have my new fleece jersey from Mojo Cycle in San Francisco on.
As I descended into the river valley on my way home the air became noticeably cooler, so I opted to take a route that takes me through the community avoiding not only the valley, but the steep climb out of it.
I came around the corner and I flatted. Now never a problem, I grabbed my spare tube and CO2, and went along changing it. Success. As I hoped on, pedaled for, oh maybe 3m, I hear another hiss. Karma.
Guess I am walking home with my bike on my shoulder. At least I was only 4k from the house.
Question: Ever made the ‘walk of shame?” Do you carry more than one tube and CO2?
Not too bad considering.
Swim – 2:00:00 – 6100m
Bike – 2:17:20 – 75.6km
Run – 1:21:51 – 16.1km
Strength – 0:45:00
Total – 6:24:11
Considering I missed the first 2 days of the week; dumb job keeps getting in the way.
I tried to scramble to get everything in after getting home late on Monday night but decided against it Tuesday morning. It is funny what a couple of days with little or no sleep will do to your motivation.
I sound like a broken record a little bit, but swim club this week was awesome again. For how hard we swam on Friday, I would have been justified to take the entire weekend off to recover. Alas, it was ‘Fartlek Friday’ and my run partner was not so easily swayed, even though he swam the exact workout I did earlier that morning. I am going to like this partnership.
We sprinted intervals that each of us made up on the fly; the next pole, over the bridge, to the next turn. You get the idea. We set the pace in the first 25m and then tried to lose each other. It must have made for some interesting watching as we were flying down the pathway chatting about when we would stop.
I volunteered with my little one’s grade one field trip and I was lucky to be able to join. To volunteer you need to have security clearance which takes anywhere from 4-6 weeks for the Calgary Police Service to complete. I procrastinated and left about 4 weeks to get all of the paper work in order. The stars were aligned and I received my clearance Monday afternoon. Awesome.
It was a absolute riot to skate with 80 kids on the ice. Some had never seen a sheet of ice before and others were really good on a pair of skates. I learnt how to skate (actually I knew how to skate, I needed to learn how to stop) last winter to keep up with my daughter. No better motivation I reckon. I am totally gong to take every advantage I can to do that again.
At the end of the day, the teacher called all the kids to center ice, and on my way there, a kid cut in front of me. In my attempt to avoid the collision, I lost and edge and fell on my right side. My hip is a little bruised, along with my ego.
Over the last 3 months I have been lifting with the ultimate goal of increasing my strength without adding my bulk in the process. Both my squat PR and average wattage have been increasing and my speed on the run is getting better.
You could say things have been going pretty good, but my tailor is the happier of us two. All of my clothes have needed some sort of work since Christmas. Take in the waist on my newly purchased slacks because the only way for my thighs to fit was to buy the size up is the latest escapade. I went into a high end store here in Calgary, and the sales lady who I presume works on commission, took one look at me and told me to try somewhere else.
Are my legs that proportioned to the rest of my body?
Any ways, being an amateur triathlete is wreaking havoc on my wardrobe. Workout attire, contrary to popular belief, is not acceptable everywhere.
Question: How do you get the motivation to train after a hard workout?
I reckon a century, no matter the type, is an accomplishment.
So here I am, 18 months since I broke my collar bone, which was my inspiration for starting my blog; 100 posts. I have had a lot of fun writing about my triathlon career (as boring as it may have been), my family, and some of my crazy and often mistimed challenges.
Over this time, there has been a lot of people who have supported me along the way. This post is for them.
This post is for all of my family and friends that have showed up at a race at an ungodly hour of the morning, just to wish me luck and watch me pass by once or twice. It means a lot that you guys are there.
For the guys and gals in lane 3 at the YMCA Tri Club; getting up a 0500 three days a week and swimming like we stole something is excellence at it’s finest. I wouldn’t push myself like that on my own.
Anyone who reads my blog, whether this is the first time you have stumbled on my little corner of the interweb, or you are a follower, thanks. I can’t measure success by how many visitors, likes, or comments, but they sure help me to keep going.
Race volunteers, you are the greatest people on the earth. I hope that next season I will be able to pay you back. Actually, I will pay you back next year, mark my words.
To everyone I have met through this sport, thanks for getting me to where I am today. Hopefully in the near future I will be able to return the favor.
Last and not least, my two girls; they put up with my triathlete crap day in and day out. I am talking missed events because I am “on the bike”, scheduling vacations around race season, and listening to me when I am cranky because of over-training. Without their patience, I would be a lunch time runner, that’s it. It is a real treat that my daughter is excited about triathlon and has allowed me to participate with her during her races.
Hopefully she will go pro and help mom and dad retire early……
Mother Nature can be a cruel mistress.
Things have been crazy over the past 8 days here in Calgary. To bring you up to speed in one word, FLOOD.
Highest river levels in recent years, 26 communities effected, approximately 75,000 people evacuated, and I reckon about another 100,000 without power for multiple days. I am born and raised, damn proud, and I have never seen anything like this.
Sure, I am talking about the water. Dude, there was a river, actual flowing water, in the streets of Bowness. The exact spot where I spend a lot of time tearing up the pavement with my tires and shoes was under about 3 feet of water. Houses destroyed. Personal belongings gone. Bowness and Prince’s Island parks did not exist for about 6 days.
More than the water, I am talking about this town. Calgarians are awesome. I can’t recount the amount of people who were offering their home as a place for people to stay, complete strangers. There we masses of people looking for a place to volunteer; if you needed someone, there was at least three that showed up. Construction companies offering to pump basements for free, then working their way down the block offering the same to anyone who needed it. Numerous BBQ’s spring up each day to cook for residents and volunteers in effected areas. People banded together to help out each other in any way that they could.
The personification of this spirit lies no further than the office of the Mayor. Nenshi, so cool I can call him that like we are tight or something, was the voice of our city. With his guidance, the emergency crews swept through our city making sure everyone was safe. They did an awesome job. They restored access and power when they felt it was safe; can’t say the same for CP Rail. Our drinking water wasn’t effected, even though the crowds panicked a little bit at the beginning.
The past 8 days has shown our city, and the rest of the world, that Calgary is awesome.
I am proud, now more than ever, to be Calgarian.
Question: What is your experience during the flood?