Barracudas

TRIgirl BL's husband teases us about the Guppies name.

After Ironwoman Canada's workouts this past Monday, Barracudas may be better justified.

300 meters of fly (OK, not all in a row, but the most I've ever done in one workout).

Ab work in between sprint swim sets.

And 60 modified push-up (Not straight through, but 10 after 6 200 meter runs).

Uh, yeah.

The Best Flip Turn Drill Ever

Monday Guppies...

Quick aside - Ironwoman Canada had the crazy idea to move me to the faster lane this past Monday. This has happened a few times when some of the speedier guppies do not show up. I actually kind of like it because I much prefer to be the last person in the lane than having to lead. Though my favorite scenario is when TRIgirl BL comes - and I am able to fall in behind her in our normal lane. Or on the very rare occasion when Coach B takes pity on me...

Anyway, moving on to something much more interesting - Monday's flip turn drill.

We'd just finished a slew of one arm, breathe away and sprint sets when Ironwoman Canada plopped water dumbbells at the end of each lane. All sorts of crazy ideas started going through my head - as new equipment usually signals some type of torturous challenge.

Like swimming with sneakers on and shirts tied around your waist. (Or in my case, expending huge amounts of effort to float in place with sneakers on and shirts tied around your waist.)

We were told to grab a weight for each hand as Ironwoman Canada explained the drill. We were to kick with the weights in front of us till reaching the half way point of the lane, flip, letting the weights keep our arms up, then return to the starting point kicking on our backs.

The first attempts for most of us were a comedy of errors.

And then we all started to get it. For the first time, I was able to experience what it should naturally feel like to complete a flip turn, with my arms in the correct position to streamline on my back before rotating to swim.

And the drill not only became the best flip turn lesson ever - but also kind of fun.

So much so, I was sad to see the water weights go.

I'm Still Laughing

So today, I’m swimming with the Guppies. We’ve just finished a drill and are hanging out by the pool’s edge while Ironwoman Canada gives out critiques, feedback or praise.

All of a sudden, the lifeguard calls out, “Dude, go put on a suit!”

All Guppy heads immediately swing to the locker room entrance to find…

Buck Naked strutting about in all his glory until a look of absolute embarrassment registers on his face as he quickly covers his privates, turns around, butt cheeks flailing, as he scampers back into the locker room.

After a few moments of stunned silence, we all burst out laughing for several minutes.

And I, for one, struggled during a few subsequent sprint laps, the memory still a little too vivid, and totally messing up my breathing with uncontrollable giggles.

How can you FORGET to put on your swim suit?

Oh yeah, though I would have bet otherwise, Buck was back a few minutes later.

Thankfully, wearing his suit.

Patriot Half - Race Report

This race report has been challenging to blog about.

Not because it was bad or good, or new or different, but because there are several loosely related significances about it. I can't really form a theme. Though if I had to pick one - it would be - how this race helped me prepare for IMFL. And, you know what, I think that is what it was supposed to do.

I took a vacation day on Friday. After working a couple of hours from home, I packed up the car and headed to Williamsburg. On the road, I spoke to TRIgirl DL, who was way too sick to race - we were going to miss her! First stop was packet pick-up, then onto the pre-race swim clinic. As I waited on the tiny beach for the session to begin, I ran into a few TRIgirls. The clinic itself was great - very helpful for newer swimmers - though not what I really wanted - which was an opportunity to check out the swim course. After practicing a few strokes in the shallow, mild current, with water quality that "just passed the USAT swim requirements," I ran into TRIgirls TD and M who were pitching a cool TRIgirl tent, then I headed off to meet TRIgirls CH and AM for a pre-race dinner at Chili's.

Before dinner, I had prepared for the next day's race, from equipment to nutrition to what I would be wearing. So, after the pre-race meal, I was able to crawl into bed and cross my fingers for sleep.

And unlike the night before Eagleman, I slept, probably a good 6-7 hours.

And unlike Eagleman, I woke up feeling like a significant training session awaited me - versus feeling sick and nervous. A funny list of "what we could do instead of racing" from TRIgirls CH and AM stuck under my door continued to lighten my mood - with big hearty belly laughs at the suggestions that ranged from shopping - to - well - uhm - things that would make this post R-rated.

And I ate more than before Eagleman. Two crustables, a mini bagel, 1/2 smoothie and one banana.

Then I met up with TRIgirls CH and AM to head off for the race. We cut the arrival to the site a little close, but when all was said and done, we were ready when the transition area closed. On the tiny beach before the swim start, I was waiting for the panic to set in, but it never really did. In the last wave, I headed into the murky James River - and then - we were off.

The water was shallow, so I tried a few dolphin dives. They were fun, but also increased my heart rate a bit - so I started swimming as soon as I could. The current was quiet. The first turn buoy came more quickly than I expected. I settled into a rhythm, practicing a few of my latest Guppy lesson form techniques. All was good until the last turn around. A couple of hundred meters past the buoy, I looked up and had no idea where I was in relation to the course. Coach G popped up around the same time - and we tried to figure it out. Between spotting swimmers and a few boats ahead, we thought we knew where to go. And we swam, and we swam. Until a volunteer on one of the boats called out to us and said "You are way off course - about 200 meters" in the opposite direction and upstream. We still couldn't really see where we were supposed to be, but Coach G and I swam and eventually found the exit. Together, we walked out of the water and up the long path to our bikes. It was great to have Coach G's company, through the confusing last swim leg to the bike start. But, I am guessing, we added about 1/4 mile to the swim. Which turned out to be about 43 minutes - and while not great for a 1.2 mile half IM swim (Eagleman was around 40), not at all bad for a 1.4-1.5 mile swim! (Why I didn't remove my swim cap on the 1/2 mile transition run, I don't know!)

Since this was a "training race" I did not rush the transitions - and my very long times can prove it. In T1, I tried to wipe my feet clean of all debris and headed off on the bike. My main goal was to really focus on getting calories into my body while not losing too much pace. The bike went well. I took in about 750 calories compared with the 300-400 at Eagleman. And, surprisingly, my pace was better, even given a couple of challenging Patriot hills. My Eagleman time for 56 miles was around 3:17, while my Patriot time for 58 miles (according to the race director and mile markers) was 3:16 (thank you, Patriot Sangria!). But, a few miles into the bike, my left foot started to feel uncomfortable - like a big blister forming on my big toe. I didn't really know what was going on. Toward the end of the bike, I knew I'd have to check out my foot. If there was a big raw blister, I'd have a tough decision to make. Finish the race or risk losing a few days/week of training time.

So, back in transition, I stripped off my shoes and socks. No blister, just some yellowish grooves in my foot. Nothing scary enough to make me stop racing. I tied my sneakers and headed out for the run. After the first mile or so, the foot discomfort disappeared. Also, surprisingly, my legs felt much stronger than they had when starting the run at Eagleman. The heat was quite a distraction. 91 degrees, full sun, heat index of 95. Coach G and TRIgirl SL passed me around mile 5 - and I was so grateful for their encouraging words. Soon thereafter, the course led into a few, much appreciated miles of shady patches. I ran into many TRIgirls and two Guppies during this stretch. And since this was a "training race," I even stopped a few times to see how folks were doing.

Like Eagleman, I walked the water stops. I tried flat Cola every 2-3 stops and think it helped. I alternated half a Gu with the Cola to take in calories. I dumped lots of water on my head. I packed my sports bra with ice and placed ice cubes in my hands when the heat was making me light headed. The miles passed by. Finally the finish was in sight. Wonderful TRIgirl sherpa cheers of encouragement were in earshot. God, I love these women.

I made it through the run, 3 minutes slower than Eagleman. Overall race time (not including some penalty I have not idea how I got) was about 9 minutes longer. Somewhat comparable considering the extra swim, bike and T1 time. Especially considering the heat. 6:49 without the penalty.

I finished the race feeling more hot than tired. A few TRIgirl sherpas confirmed by saying they noticed how much stronger my Patriot finish was than Eagleman. I still couldn't imagine doubling the half IM (two half IMs do not equal a whole), but recognized how much stronger and less tired my body felt after the Patriot from Eagleman. I peeled off my socks to see that several inch long gashes, similar to very deep paper cuts, had caused the foot problems and were starting to open up. I am guessing they occurred during the swim, after hitting some rocks before exiting the water. Nothing a few days of rest won't heal.

I watched several other TRIgirls cross the finish line - and was able to see TRIgirl LS receive her award for 1st place in her age group - with like a 5:30 time (amazing!). After a fabulous post race massage - TRIgirls CH, AM and I headed back to our hotel to get ready for a big post race dinner at Opus 9 (a decadent and fun meal that surpassed every hope we had for it while getting through the tough Patriot moments).

Today (Sunday), I woke to just a little soreness in my legs, further proof that my body is more trained for the longer distances ahead. TRIgirls CH, AM and I headed out to watch several TRIgirls rock the Patriot Sprint - and they did GREAT!

Another notch on the IMFL journey race belt. Things are continuing to come together as I do the best I can to hopefully cross that finish line in November.

The Best Thing Since...

A few weeks ago, I was sitting with the Guppies and Ironwoman Canada during a post-work out Einstein bagel breakfast. We were talking about (surprise) triathlons, races, race equipment, etc. At one point I said, "They should have an aero water bottle with two compartments - one for water and one for sports drinks." Ironwoman Canada said "They do." And Coach B said "I saw them at Eagleman."

So, a couple days later, I googled around to see if I could find such a wonderous contraption. Lo and behold, these two compartment bottles exist. So while my million dollar idea was already taken - and though the price seemed a little steep for a water bottle, I figured it would be worth it to double my readily available liquid - and free up my bottle rack (the sip away system uses the bottle in the bottle rack). Thereby, tripling the fluid I can carry.

Most of the reviews were positive - so I placed my order for the "Revolution Hydration System:"

http://www.podiumquest.com/drinksystem.php

After using it for three bike rides, including this Saturday's wonderful ride with TriDi, TRIgirl Patty and honorary TRIboys Richard and Kermitt (totally requiring major hydration given the ridiculous heat and humidity), I give the Revolution Hydration System a big thumbs up. Fairly simple to mount and remove. Excellent access to two types of fluids. Easy to refill during a ride. Minimal spillage.

Now, why didn't I think of that - like three years ago?

When Did Virginia Become Florida?

I've been a bit out of the loop the past few days.

I spent four awesome days with my family in NY - for my mom's retirement and birthday. Was able to see my brother and sister-in-law's beautiful new home (with an in-ground pool that I may have to visit in the near future for "training"). I even squeezed in a few workouts.

If you are ever on Long Island - and need a place to swim, check out the Nassau County Aquatics Center. After finding out my parents no longer belong to our local pool - and that the "alumni privileges" at my alma mater only offer monthly pool memberships - and that the YMCA "AWAY" program only included NY Ys in scary parts of the boroughs - I hit gold with this indoor pool facility with a reasonable non-resident fee. The pool was beautiful - though I wished the 50 meter lanes had been open.

From afar, I tracked Ironwoman Canada as she competed in Lake Placid (with an amazing fourth place finish) and many of the TRIgirls as they competed in a local sprint (with awesome times and great stories (especially the post race party)).

Back home, unpacked and cuddled up with the furkids, I was looking forward to finishing the week with a few good workouts. My bag was packed with swim gear for tomorrow's Masters class - where I was hoping to catch up with Guppies, TRIgirls and maybe even Ironwoman Canada.

Until I saw the weather report. Starting around 3 pm, thunderstorms are predicted.

I don't remember afternoon thunderstorms being so commonplace in Virginia's previous years - but for whatever reason, they are a regular occurrence this year. After a few too many annoying pool closings this year during the evening Masters class, I've revised my plan and am going to try to swim in the morning.

I am ready for Fall.

A Brick to be Thankful For

OK, we are into our second week of serious training. I feel like I work, train, eat and sleep. If I can fit it one or two house chores, it is a great day.

But there are times, like today's brick workout, where I am just so happy to be a part of this whole triathlon experience - so grateful to be a member of such a great community.

Today's workout was an hour run, followed by an hour bike, at West Creek. During the two hour workout, I circled the loop four times (1 run, 3 bike).

Within a few minutes of starting the run, three TRIgirls (Triathlonmom, TriDi and Annnn) rode by with big hellos and great TRIgirl catcalls.

Around mile 1 of the run, a few of the Guppies whizzed by - with encouraging words.

Mile 2, Ironman MR rode by for the first time. I could tell he was in the zone, but he still took the time to give me a hello nod.

Soon thereafter, TRIboyz GG (aka TRIgirl SJG's husband) biked by - with early happy birthday wishes. And he also gave me the first of several passing high fives.

Around the 4th mile, TRIgirls LD and MW waved across the median while heading in the opposite direction on their run.

I ran into Coach B around mile 5 - praise from the coach always feels good.

At my run to bike transition - I chatted with Ironman MR - and saw TRIgirl MF as she finished up her bike and was heading off to start her run. Extended my break a few minutes more by talking with a Guppy who was getting ready for his run.

The bike loops held several more acknowledgements and waves - though the crowd gradually thinned as the sun set.

All those welcoming faces. All the words of encouragement. All these great people I am privileged to call my friends and training buddies.

A big THANK YOU for making today's brick a much happier experience. You all rock!

Could it Be?

After the past two swim classes, I am wondering, is it possible, could it be…am I getting a little faster?

Just the tiniest bit, maybe?

At Coach S’s class yesterday, we ended the main set with seven laps - 25 meters easy, 25 meters fast. I really tried to push myself during the fast lengths, kicking and pulling harder, while still keeping a controlled stroke. And there were a couple of times, for half a length here or there, where it felt “right” - like I was putting all the pieces together, remembering all the little and big form mechanic details - and gliding through the water.

So, as I was driving to Ironwoman Canada’s class this morning, I was a bit curious how my arms would hold up. Usually there is a slower lane (where I am almost always the slowest of the two or three guppies assigned) and a faster lane. Today, the folks who sometimes share my lane were not there, hence no apparent slower/faster lane. For a couple of the laps during the 1300 – 1400 meter set (I lost count today), I was able to keep up with the others, and there were a few other laps where I didn’t lose too much ground. (OK, the longest drills were just 100 meters, but still…)

My weakened arms were further put to the challenge – of tackling five laps doing various “sculling” drills using a buoy. Ironwoman Canada’s interest in adding sculling to our workouts was sparked by a magazine article. Sculling - "the way a swimmer moves through the water by using only the hands and forearms" – was a new concept to me. I found an article online that explains the drills better than what I could put into words.

All I can add is that sculling is exhausting – and my arms felt a burn similar to what is typically experienced during weight lifting. For one drill – where we sculled feet first on our backs, it seemed like I was hardly moving forward at all – and it took forever to get to the wall.

Anyway, I am actually supposed to start paying attention to my times during various drills at Masters class, so I should know more in a few weeks if I’m really any quicker or if it just feels I like I am faster because I am working so hard!

Some Pomp and Circumstance, Please!

Yesterday, I arrived at Masters swim class and Ironwoman Canada gave me a “400!” welcome. As I started to put on my cap and goggles, she pointed to the second lane.

I have spent the past two-three months in the first lane (well, actually it is probably the last, but since it is the first when looking from left to right, I consider it lane one). This is the “special lane” – where I’ve been fortunate enough to receive quite a bit of Ironwoman Canada’s individualized instruction to improve my form.

I said, “You want me in THAT lane?” and Ironwoman Canada and a fellow Guppy began teasing me about how I had graduated.

And yes, there are still four or five more lanes, occupied by other Guppy alumni and ex-collegiate swimmers, to aim for future commencements, but for now I’ll proudly add a tassel to my swim cap and give it a good ole flip to the side.

Fezzy and Mommy’s Water Adventures – by Fezzy

Mommy’s home!

I hear the garage door open and know it means Mommy is home, since Daddy, the Butt and I are all hanging out together in the backyard. Mommy walks outside and I am so happy – I start bounding about around her feet. The Butt runs over, too, for a head rub. Then it is my turn. Mommy picks me up and I know I am about to get tons of kisses.

But Daddy tattles on me as Mommy starts sniffing the air. Though I was a very good boy and made it through the morning with a dry crate, I just couldn’t hold it long enough in the afternoon. My crate is so tiny; I accidentally stepped in the mess a few times.

Mommy leaves for a few minutes and comes back in different clothes. She picks me up and tells me I am about to have my first bath. I don’t really know what a bath is, but Mommy carries me over to the sink, right near where my treats are, so I figure it has to be good!

Mommy turns on the water. She does that when she feeds me, so I am really happy and excited now.

Suddenly, Mommy is putting ME under the water. I am not one bit happy anymore.

MOMMY

I

DON’T

LIKE

THIS!!!!

I wiggle and cry and make the most pitiful sounds I can muster. But Mommy is just laughing at me and telling me it is going to be OK.

IT IS NOT OK, I DON’T LIKE THE WATER!

I squirm and shake and Mommy tells me if I relax, it will be so much easier.

I DON’T CARE, I HATE THIS BATH THING.

Finally, Mommy turns the water off. She seems sad because I am shivering. She wraps me up in a towel. I am still traumatized, but happy that I am out of the water.

Then we go upstairs and Mommy takes out the big plastic toy she points at her hair everyday. She turns it on and starts aiming it at ME!

Suddenly it is very windy and Mommy is brushing me. This isn’t as bad as the water, but it is also not nearly as good as playing or eating.

The wind continues for a long time. When it stops, Mommy finally gives me all the kisses I’ve been waiting for and tells me how handsome I am. I start to forgive her and cuddle up around her neck as we head back downstairs.

Mommy holds me close as she sits on the couch and begins to talk to Daddy. Yawn, this bath thing has made me very tired, so I curl up in her lap, as close as I can to her warm tummy.

I hear her tell Daddy that she was in the water, too, this morning. I perk up my ears, concerned - poor Mommy! But Mommy goes on to talk about swimming in the water - and it sounds like she enjoyed it. She had something called a guppy lesson before she went to work. At first she was worried, because she had two exercise classes the day before and didn’t know if she would be too sore to move. She tells Daddy that the class went very well. When swimming was finished, her coach, Ironwoman Canada, was speaking with her and a mutual friend and said that Mommy’s stroke was “looking beautiful,” though not terribly fast yet (I believe it - because it sounds just like when Mommy strokes my fur!).

Mommy seems happy with the news. And I wonder if there is hope that I can begin liking the water – I just need to find out more about how I can have a beautiful swim stroke, too.

Yawn.