Adding Sprints to My Swim

First, I would like to invite all of you to follow all 5 of us training for Ironman Wisconsin on the Crushing Iron Facebook page.  That page will include posts from everyone and give you a deeper understanding of what this training group is all about.  I was shocked to see that we got almost 150 likes in one day, so maybe there’s something to it all? 

Tonight’s workout was actually a swim and not a bike as I stated in my previous post.  In theory we were supposed to do a warm up, followed by 50 x 25 sprints with :30 rest between.  The focus was on fast. 

I met Daniel at 7:00 with my fancy new Ironman swim watch and spent half the workout trying to figure out how the hell it worked.  I wasn’t sure if swimming with someone would make a difference, but it was actually pretty cool.  We shared a lane and basically chased each other all night.  And, it is just a fact, working out with someone else is always going to raise your game.

I finally got the watch figured out on the 20th sprint and we only ended up doing about 28 because the lifeguard kicked us out.  Well, not really, but they closed at 8. 

I hadn’t really done much sprinting before, but it is painfully obvious that my form is much better when I’m sprinting.  I have a natural tendency to focus on my core and don’t have time to wobble all over the place.  Including warm up and some stuff at the end I probably swam 20 laps, but it was probably the most gratifying swim I’ve had yet. 

We have weights in the morning and I’m gonna try to get some sleep now.  Slowly, but surely my internal clock is shifting.  Hopefully by September I’ll be waking up naturally at 5 am. 

The Beauty of "Off Days" in Training

There’s nothing like waking up on Monday after a rough weekend of workouts, rolling onto the floor, and relaxing into Shavasana pose.  High ranking monks claim Shavasana is the most important part of yoga because it’s when we let the fruits of our labor sink into the fiber of our muscle, bones and mind.  The real work is in the relaxation.  The recovery is in the intention.

Then again, monks aren’t training for an Ironman.

In reality, my “off day” started early this morning with a 30 minute easy run and will end with an hour of light bike training while I watch another crappy documentary, like HIStory.  I have mixed emotions about the intensity of training because, quite frankly, I am a big fan of monks!

But I get what’s going on and can already see how it’s paying off.  A year ago mixing in a “light 30 minute run” would have been laughable.  Today, it was a nice way to start, even though it’s a holiday.

I used to lift weights a lot in college.  There were streaks when I’d lift 6 days a week for an hour and a half, including ab work, etc, but this weekend was probably one of my most impressive combinations of endurance workouts in . . . oh . . . ever.

It started Friday night with an hour bike ride on the trainer, which was mainly interval work and, while I realize an hour is just the beginning, that hard ass seat no picnic.

Saturday, I met the IMWI crew at 7:20 for some video shooting, then I and climbed on a Spin bike for an hour and a half, which included a pretty tough Spin class in the middle.  At 9:00 we stripped down and went for a 20 minute run to complete the brick.

Sunday was a tempo run and to make a long story short we had a warm up and cool down, but still covered 9.5 miles in 80 minutes (8.24 overall pace) which was pretty tough, but felt good.

We all want to go fast, so, light runs, like this morning’s, are in some ways the toughest.  That’s another reason why I will be coaching the Couch to 5k group a couple times a week.  It forces me to slow down.  To think about form.  And to let go of my ego.

In an “Ironman Monk” sort of way I am learning how the light workouts are Shavasana for triathletes.  They remind our muscles, bones, and mind what we’ve learned, but don’t wear us out in the process.  I think, after some deliberation, the monks would endorse this philosophy.

A Flattering Look at the Ironman Wisconsin Team

If you’re on Facebook, please feel free to like our Crushing Iron page.  We’ll be posting as a team and it’s likely to be full of fireworks that won’t be posted here.

This is Mark’s proud grin after being elected team captain for post-workout beer parties.  MarkSmileMirrorCoach Robbie wondering what the hell he got himself into.CoachRobbieStillKevin’s recovery program in action.  KevinPBRDaniel raising $3,000 for the homeless with his hair.  DanielshaveJim fighting a “mysterious illness” in week one of training. 738376_4554311608141_2035216167_oShot of Mike from an emotional scene in one of his earlier movies. 773713_424826614256787_1102624456_o

Tempo Training for IMWI and New Orleans 1/2 Marathon

For some ridiculous reason, I can’t sleep.  I’ve been doing tougher workouts than I’ve done in years and I’ll settle into bed around 9 or 10 (thinking I’m tired) and stare at the ceiling or Seinfeld and Office re-runs until one in the morning.  Last night, I added a little melatonin to the mix and I think it may have helped.  I fell asleep quicker and had a bit of a haze this morning. 

I drank my go-to orange juice/water mixer and added an apple to my belly before heading to Shelby Park to meet aspiring runners in training for New Orleans and/or the Country Music marathon.  Kevin, Jim and Daniel were there as well (Mark is in Phoenix for the Rock n Roll 1/2, which I’m assuming he crushed).  It’s nice to see the guys wearing Crushing Iron gear and more than it being the title of this blog and our documentary film, I feel like it is becoming an attitude with all of us, including our coach, Robbie Bruce, who sent me this pic the other day after his bike workout.  Image

This morning’s run was eighty minutes, which still kind of makes me chuckle.  It’s just so strange to show up for these runs with no doubt in my mind I will be able to handle them.  That said, it wasn’t easy.

We started with a 15 minute warm up around a 9 minute pace, then went into our “race pace” tempo (which met some discrepancy because we weren’t sure which race we were emulating) and Jim decided it would be my New Orlean’s Half goal. 

I was caught up in a discussion with another guy and didn’t realize Jim and Kevin had taken off ahead of the pack.  I looked at my watch and realized it was tempo time and put my head down to catch them cruising at just under an 8 minute pace. 

We raced down Davidson Street toward LP field and remarkably I felt fine at that pace considering I had only woken up 30 minutes earlier.  After the 15 minute tempo we slowed way down for two minutes before doing another 15 minutes at sub 8.  We did one more of these (3 total 15 min tempos at an average of 7:53 each) then cooled down for 16 minutes to hit a total of 80 minutes. 

Our overall pace for the run was 8:24, which is pretty damn sweet, and we covered 9.52 miles.  It got me thinking.

If I did exactly that at New Orleans, I could add one more 15 minute tempo segment at 7:53 and pretty much finish the entire half marathon around 1:45, which is very encouraging considering I sit here feeling pretty fresh.  In reality, my technique will be more like starting at 8:30 for a couple miles before locking in just under 8, then hopefully having a little kick.  We’ll see. 

Afterwards a few of us went to Bongo Java for an incredible feast on . . . coffee.  Now, I will probably go to my Facebook feed and watch people get furious about the NFL Playoffs. 

 

Spin Class Number 2

Our last spin class, Kevin almost got shanked by a female inmate.  Today, was a little more under control.

In a stroke of miracle, I showed up with my video camera at 7:25 am today and Jim was digging hard in his new Crushing Iron shirt which will help us promote the documentary along the way.  They turned out great and were designed and produced by my old business partner, Brian, at Creative Pig Minds Design, in Rockford, IL.  He also owns a vegan brew pub (for which I made the video).  jim2spincishirtThe plan was to start at 7, ride an hour, then do the spin class.  I started peddling at 7:30.

For the second week in a row we were joined by Allison, who has taken over the official “plus one” role if one of the Fab Five is missing.  Today, she filled in for Mark and crushed two hours on the bike before joining us on the 20 minute run.allistillspin

She really digs Florida and is training for the Gulf Coast Triathlon in May.   I am still pondering this race, mainly do to the potentially harrowing swim in the gulf.

Daniel is nearly 100% after a mid-foot injury that sidelined him for a couple weeks.  He’s also leading the Country Music Marathon training group for the East Nasties, so homey has a lot on his mind as can be seen in this revealing photo.  danielspinclassyellowshirtIf there were an award for most dedicated early season performer, it would likely go to Kevin.  He has been steadfast on his workouts and is clearly determined to develop his bike skills.  I spent half the spin class scoping out the instructor while Kevin hammered hard and focused with an intensely spiritual approach to his technique (notice the interlocking fingers).  kevinspinbikeAfter the bike, we trekked out into one of Nashville’s most impressive wild-dog neighborhoods.  Every damn house on the first block seemed to have big ass dogs chained by cruise ship docking chains laying around on the porch.  But, they all seemed very nice.

The 20 minute run was nice and easy, I think around a 9:15 pace, and it was very clear to me that my leg strength has increased dramatically.  Each step was a little heavy, but the typical aches and pains associated with weak knees, quads, and ankles seems to be going away.  I guess sleeping in is working!

Daniel, Kevin, and Jim took their sweet time changing while Allison and I sat in the midst of a daycare rally for kids who drink a lot of coffee.  The sweat dried on our crusty bodies and we critiqued people’s workouts.  Eventually they walked down the hall looking like a GQ ad in motion and I thought to myself, these guys are prematurely celebrating their stardom from the soon-to-be-famous Crushing Iron documentary.  The sea of children parted and 3 of the Fab 5 casually grabbed a bottled water and led us down the road to stuff our faces at the Pied Piper.

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Manti Te'o and Believing in Yourself

The more I hear about this Te’o story, the more I tend to believe he was genuinely duped. I think — just like we wanted to believe his story– he wanted to believe this relationship was real. Against all logic, he kept rolling with the unthinkable twists and turns because he truly felt comfortable with the image she presented.

She said the right things. Pushed emotional buttons. And, as a Mormon, maybe it was just easier for him to be in a relationship removed from religious anxiety.

He likely had a huge pool of female possibilities on the Notre Dame campus, but was conflicted by the temptation of it all and chose to recede into a safe world of fantasy. It doesn’t make this cover-up right, but I can see how it all spiraled into a big mess he simply hoped would go away.

Regardless of the outcome, I think Te’o’s story is more proof that we can talk ourselves into anything.  He wanted comfort, love and understanding so badly that he ignored blazing red flags all around him.  He was all-in on this relationship and it was fueled by hope and faith.

Or maybe it was all a big cover up.

Regardless it got me thinking about the power of the mind with regard to training.  How much can we talk ourselves into?  How much of an affect can visualization have on our finish times?  I believe a lot.

If so, how do we find the right mindset?  Can we talk ourselves into confidence or does confidence drive the train?  Which comes first?  I kinda think it’s fluid, and like meditation, takes practice.

Some days I feel so good about a workout or have so much energy I look up qualifying times for Kona.  That’s when I get this Jekyll &Hyde thing going on.

Mr. Mike Hide says, “What the fuck are you doing?  You haven’t even done one Ironman yet.”

The honorable and soft spoken Dr. Michael Hyde starts calculating splits and devising ways to pay for the trip to Hawaii.

The frightening part is . . . both sides are right.

I respect Ironman more each day.  While it is becoming less intimidating for some triathletes, it is still a monster quest.  A year ago I couldn’t run a mile without stopping, now I’m concocting ways to blaze through 140.6?  It seems as illogical as having a serious girlfriend for 3 years without meeting.

But you try to keep the faith.  You want to believe you can crush it . . . or kiss it.

Consequently my Kona qualifying target time for Wisconsin would be anything under 11 hours.  How ridiculous of me to even think about that kind of time, and that’s the problem . . . the more I think about it, the more I talk myself out of the possibility.

The other night I had a discussion with one of my training partners, Jim (who is looking eerily close to Einstein these days) 882_4614175104691_258020759_nabout the intensity of the training schedule so far away from the race.  I was concerned about getting too deep too fast.  The last thing I want is burnout.

Jim’s been through this and knows what it takes to finish an Ironman.  He’s completed two.  Essentially he said he didn’t think the workouts were that difficult and asked me if I wanted to “do okay” or “crush it.”

So, like most things, it’s better to make a decision and be wrong than never make a decision.  The first decision was made when I signed up for Ironman Wisconsin.  The second one I have to make is, how will I approach it, with questions and doubts, or confidence?

You can’t have doubt.  Te’o played at an elite level while leading Notre Dame to a 12-0 record.  Then his world came crashing in just before the National Championship and he was invisible in that game.  He was thinking too much.  His confidence was gone.  He did “okay.”

If I really pay attention to my life, I can see that confidence is built through action.  By tackling fears and showing up for the tough workouts.  It’s one thing to plan and plot strategy, it’s another to over think.  With Ironman training, I need to believe in myself, trust the workouts, and not let my mind fall into a pattern of doubt.

Swim, bike, run.

Another Couch to 5K

Around this time last year I took my first strides toward being an endurance runner.  Tonight, I will pass my lessons forward as a coach for the Nashville Running Company’s “Couch to 5K” program.

The group will meet on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and while it is in direct conflict with my Ironman training, I feel a deep sense of gratitude to everyone who encouraged me when I started.  Now, maybe I can inspire someone to change their world.

We’ll start with the same 5 minute warm up walk, followed by intervals of 60 second runs followed by 90 second walks.  A year ago, that seemed daunting, tonight, I look forward to the break, meeting aspiring runners, and the opportunity to work on my running form.

In theory, I should go straight from the run to the Y for a swim, but that remains to be seen.  In fact, maybe I should start a couch to pool class while I’m at it!

 

Introducing the Ironman Fear Meter

I think we hit the 70’s in Nashville over the weekend, but that came to a crashing halt this morning.  Ice caked the windows when I grazed by to tackle a painfully early Monday-morning-run.

Today was tough, but it was also the first time I kinda felt like Rocky.  Cold, dark, empty streets waited for my hunched over body covered in a gray hoodie to set sail into the sunrise.  The wind cut through the cotton and dogs barked as I shuffled past.  The meat of the workout was hill repeats, which sounded like a splendid way to kick off the work week.

I jogged two miles past the quiet homes onto the Shelby Park Greenway, then turned to face the steep path that led to the top of the pedestrian bridge.  The ascents were labeled “hard climbs” and I did just that, covering each rise in about a minute.  Then I’d jog down and do it again.

I finished the five hills and turned left toward home.  (I realized tonight, I skipped the “five fast descent followed by slow jogs to the top part).  It was a good way to start the day.

It was a quiet morning, and the only person I saw . . . was a deer.  The Rocky theme played over in my head and I felt strong as I tackled two more hills on the way to my house.  I covered five total miles in about 43 minutes and really wanted to keep going, but reality was calling.

I sat through 8 hours of corporate speak in my basement office wishing I could be in a pool or on a beach or lifting weights or sitting on a trainer (well, maybe not the trainer part).  It was a very technical “numbers-kinda-marketing-day” and I really needed workout number two when I left.

I came home, fed the dog, and went to the pool.  And while I have you, let me just say, I think lap swimmers are treated like the dregs of society.MattieStairsSmall

At the East Nashville pool, we have exactly two lanes and they are just wide enough for a pair of supermodels.  I am always waiting to get in the pool while staring at two or three people eating cheeseburgers on the “fun side.”

I swam about 45 minutes tonight and there was some poor guy watching for at least 20.  Eventually I climbed out and said to the guy, “Sorry, man, I wish they had another lane.”  To which he responded, “Oh, no problem, I have nothing else to do.”

So, I guess this makes me the totally impatient asshole of the bunch!

Tonight’s workout was some crazy ass combination of sprint repeats, but I forgot my sheet so I made up my own version, which consequently wasn’t close.  But, it’s all good because I am still trying to find my comfort zone in the pool and frankly sprinting feels like shit (not to mention I don’t think I’m going much faster).  So, I dabbled in the “fast lane” for about 10 minutes, then finished with a nice, smooth 25 minute swim (that was only interrupted once by some kid who had to take a swim test and let me tell you, this kid swam like Johnny Weismuller.  Water was flying everywhere and he passed with flying colors, then he and his little buddy hogged the other lane with flippers and snorkles).

So, in all, this has been a really nice day.  I feel strong, but not overworked.  That’s kinda my internal barometer at this point.  The last thing I want to be is exhausted and facing a string of tough workouts.

Now I will introduce a new feature on this blog which will rate my confidence level with the different events.

Ironman Fear Meter: 

Swim – Very concerned
Bike – Somewhat concerned
Run – Fairly concerned

Today’s Diet:
Breakfast:  Oatmeal, Banana, Hard boiled egg
Lunch:  Wendy’s #1 with pickles and ketchup only, coke
Afternoon: Small coffee
Dinner: Tuna straight from the can, Hard boiled egg, pasta, an apple

Little Kid at the Bluebird Cafe

If you’ve ever been to Nashville or watched the new ABC show with the same name, you’ve probably heard about the Bluebird Cafe.  It is a legendary music venue that seats 100 people, kicks you out if you talk during the song, and has hosted most of the world’s greatest songwriters.  Tonight, I went to watch my buddy Roger steal the show.266122_4552685327786_1102570383_o

Some of you may remember Roger as my “Wisconsin buddy in Nashville” and this story about how we both decided to change our lives on the same day.  This Thursday he will take “changing his life” to the extreme.  He’s packing up his guitar and moving to the Florida Keys to be a full-time musician.

It’s a bitter-sweet move for both of us.  We have become very close and ran our first half marathons together.  I was also there in December when he ran his first full.  Roger is one of those guys who gets something in his head, sets a plan, and makes it happen.  It’s very inspiring and I will miss him.

Roger is exactly the kind of person I like to surround myself with.  Positive, ambitious, and determined.  My Ironman training teammates are the same way and on days like today it hits home in the simplest of ways.fab4plus1a

My training patterns are slowly but surely falling into place.  I am not yet the 5am guy, but I’m routinely waking in time for 7am pre-work workouts.  I have been cautious about going too far too fast with changing my sleep patterns and training.  Today was a good example as they were on bikes at 7 and I showed up at 8 for spin class.  But, other than a little ribbing, it was incredibly motivational to see these guys digging in.  It truly reminded me of a team that was determined to do whatever it takes to win.  And winning in this case could be as simple as finishing under 17 hours.

After the bike, we walked to the front door of the Y and stared into the pouring rain.  After years of adulthood, my natural reaction was to think that we would just run on a treadmill, but not one of these guys blinked.  They stepped through the door, put backpacks in their cars, and started running down one of Nashville’s sketchiest streets.

We jogged in silence for a while as the rain soaked our head and shoes.  I admired the potential of the rundown neighborhoods I normally drive through in the dark — and as fast as possible.  Today landscape was still, and almost inviting.  The soft sounds of our feet prodded past the urban blight and we barely saw a soul.

It was an easy pace but East Nashville is loaded with hills.  We started joking about how runners yell back to warn other runners about oncoming cars or bikes or whatever.  “Car up.”  “Bike up.”  Then took it to the extreme.

“Puddle up.”  “Mailbox up.”  “Stick down.”  “Bird up.”  Nearly everything we saw became an obstacle.

“Street sign.”  “Curb.”  “Trash can.”

As we made our way back toward the Y, we realized the time was a few minutes short of the targeted 30 minutes.  It was a similar moment to standing there looking at the rain.  I fully expected everyone to opt for the easy way out, but the quick decision was to veer off and run a few blocks out of the way to complete the goal.

It seems simple, but I found incredible joy in that symbol of dedication.  They had already been on bikes for two hours and we may have been two minutes shy of the total run time, but they decided to go the distance and I guess that’s a microcosm of the Ironman mentality.  Finish.

I have always known that being around positive and ambitious people makes a major difference.  Once again, I am seeing it first hand.

After working various printing jobs for 17 years in Nashville, Roger hasn’t lost sight of his dream and is transforming his life into that of a full-time musician.  Jim, Daniel, Kevin, Mark and our coach, Robbie are are incredible inspiration and because of them, I am tackling  something most people I talk to can’t even comprehend.  The little kid in me is coming back and reality is changing thanks to the motivational forces that surround me me.