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February 10, 2014

Running with Music

A lot of people I know can’t run without listening to music and I feel lucky to have started without it. Most running races will let you get away with it, but Ironman will chop off your dick if you try to sneak in ear buds or even have your phone on the bike. So . . . I normally don’t run with music, but lately it has really helped get me motivated for New Orleans, and maybe even . . . Louisville.

And now to the answer you’ve all been waiting for . . . what does Mike listen to while he’s running?

In the past it has been a mixed playlist, but the last few times I have gone specific to the best band most of you have never heard of, The Pimps. Occasionally also known as “The Goodyear Pimps,” they are guys I sort of knew when I lived back in Rockford, Illinois and they have a really interesting story (which I don’t totally know but will paraphrase).They started playing music together as kids, a true childhood rock n roll dream, and have more or less been a band ever since. They had marginal success stories until they “hit is big” when Hollywood records signed them to a two record deal and bought the rights to an album the band had already recorded in Rockford. Some dollars exchanged hands and the next thing they knew, they were on the road opening for Insane Clown Posse.

Evidently those early shows were lathered with hatred, slurs, and flying objects, but eventually the Pimps figured out the audience and “won over” some very loyal ICP fans. This tour gave them a lot of exposure, which the band promptly parlayed into a string of medium-sized shows in a continuous loop around Illinois, Minnesota, Iowa and Wisconsin.

Our favorite rockers were flying high and did what most bands do when they get a big chunk of money . . . bought a brick fourplex in one of Rockford’s worst neighborhoods. They had a little practice space in the basement and habitually rolled out of bed in the afternoon to work on their chops.

My introduction to their music was by, Jimmy “The Johnson” Johnson who owned Rockford’s only recording studio at the time. The “Noise Chamber” was a jewel and often used by “Cheap Trick” as a pre-production house before they went off to LA or NY to record the final product.

I had just moved back to Rockford and stopped to say “Hi” to Jimmy. When I was leaving he casually handed me a record he’d just produced. I started unwrapping as I walked and put it into my CD player for the ride home. To say I was blown away is an understatement. I listened to the whole record, then sat in front of my house and listened again before I went inside. To a Cool Person, Stay That Way was the album Hollywood Records eventually bought and it made a big mark on my musical tastes that day.

Shortly after signing the deal, the Pimps recorded “Rocket Science” which landed as the 5th track on the Mission Impossible 2 soundtrack that included cuts from Metallica, Limp Bizkit, Chris Cornell, Rob Zombie, Tori Amos, and the Butthole Surfers. Hollywood Records was anxious to get the Pimps to LA and record the second of the two-record deal, but the Pimps were never about the glam of Los Angeles.

“Just Give Us the Grammy Now,” the second Pimps recording for Hollywood Records, was tracked, mixed, and mastered in Rockford. Evidently the executives weren’t too pleased with this move and it was the beginning of the end of the relationship between the the Pimps and the LA suits, but the band has never looked back.

I now live in Nashville, so I don’t use these words lightly, but I can honestly say The Pimps are one of the best live bands I have ever witnessed. They were a single conscience and audiences were either sent to hysteric places or captivated by the seductive dynamics.

I try to keep up, but the Pimps are true rock-n-roll rebels and masters of what I like to call “the takeaway” which means they do what they want when they want; including making their music or merchandise un-available through traditional sources. I think is one of the main reasons I like running with the Pimps in my ear. Their music is raw, energized, catchy, rebellious, hilarious, and super tight. Perfect for losing yourself on a long run.

The Pimps are the band you will never hear of, unless you check them out on your own.

February 9, 2014

Snow and Running with the Kenyans

I live in Nashville and my morning run plan was canceled by snow. It wasn’t so much the running as it was the driving to the other side of town.

I’ve actually never run with “K” (no relation to Racer K) and this time we were going to make it happen. We actually made PLANS to meet at Percy Warner park at 9am and run the 5.8 mile loop.

I was really looking forward to it because K has been a runner for years and I’ve always loved his story about running the first Country Music Marathon in Nashville. He was a pretty good runner, so his projected time landed him in the first corral.

Back then, the race welcomed and paid elite runners, so K found himself loosening up with the Kenyans. It’s so funny to hear him tell the story because he is really humble, observant, and a tad bit paranoid.

“So, I’m this tall lanky white guy with a shaved head standing there in New Balance shoes and all these Kenyans are looking at me like, “who the fuck is this guy?” They are whispering to each other and giving me the stink eye as I do my stretches and run in place and I’m really thinking they are out to get me, but I have no idea why I’m in the first corral and certainly no challenge to the Kenyans. So I get nervous because I think these guys are gonna take me out on the run. But seriously, I am just gonna run this race and have no intention on trying to stay with the Kenyans. So, dude, I’m standing on the starting line with these guys and looking over at them and they’re looking at me and I think, man, what am I doing here, I just like to run. My TOE is ON the starting line in the first corral and there are TV news cameras on us and I know people at home are saying the same thing, “Who the fuck is THAT guy?” I was really thinking about going back to the second corral, but I couldn’t move. I was pushed to the front and then I was afraid I’d get a false start and get disqualified or hold up the race. I was just trying to keep my balance and getting a little dizzy just standing there. Then they counted down to the gun and when it shot, the Kenyans left me in the dust and everything was cool then, you know? I just ran.”

Damn, I love hearing that story and was looking forward to it again today, but we’re gonna try again tomorrow.

February 7, 2014

A Swimming Breakthrough and Jodie Swallow #IMLOU

Yeah, so I was looking around at some YouTube videos on how to get faster and stumbled onto this one featuring the badassness of pro triathlete Jodie Swallow. Now, my disclaimer here is that Jodie could probably talk me into swimming with sponges on my feet, but this video was pretty simple and made perfect sense. Just move your arms faster.

I went to the pool, armed with my Swallow security blanket and took off like a bat out of hell for the promise land. And it worked . . . for about two laps.

I was totally gassed.

I realize you actually have to be in shape to swim like this, but is three laps asking too much? Apparently.

Five minutes into my session I was swallowing pride at the end of my lane and halfheartedly listening to the same damn stories from the same damn guy who keeps forgetting who I am.

“I shouldn’t say this,” he says, “But I’m secretly racing you in the next lane.”

“How’s that goin’ for ya?,” I say again.

“Well, I’m coming off surgery, so I need motivation.”

“I hear that, bro.”

Then, as the conversation hits that awkward lull and there’s nothing left, he always, every time, looks at me like a little kid and says, “Wanna race?”

And always, every time, I say, “Yes.”

I exploded from the wall in Jodie Swallow mode and promptly roasted my soar-shouldered-friend for 50 meters before collapsing onto the ledge. I’m simply out of shape.

But, the more I swam fast, the more I started to notice I was getting a nice extension and roll without hesitating in front. A fluid churn with a solid cadence. Much like you want from your bike and run.

I wasn’t thinking “fast” as much as I was thinking consistent. Trust the roll and don’t pause or extend your glide. Just circle the arms and keep your body from turning over too far. It was one of those moments when something clicked.

It felt much more like I was swimming instead of trying to stay afloat. A consistent, powerful, and controlled rotation that didn’t wear me out. Of course I was pretty beat up when I discovered this, so I’m not sure it’s really true. We’ll find out tomorrow.

Until then, if you’re reading, Jodie, feel free to tell me I’m wrong before I do something stupid in Louisville.

February 7, 2014

So My Buddy Said . . . #IMLOU

Something happened to me yesterday and my buddy, C*, noticed. We’re texting back and forth and I’m all engaged about the races we have scheduled and he simply said, “You are on a roll today, Mike**. Welcome back.”

First of all, I was glad he noticed. Secondly, he is sort of right.

Things I did yesterday that seem to be pointing in the right direction:

1. Renewed my USAT card2. Signed up for REV3 Knoxville
3. Booked a hotel for REV3
4. Booked a hotel for Chattanooga (this was actually Wednesday and for spectating IMCHATT, but still)
5. Changed my Facebook header to a scene from IM Louisville.
6. Thought seriously about signing up for the Chattanooga Waterfront Tri.
7. Thought about signing up for the ADPI sprint in Murfreesboro.

I should have pulled the trigger on #IMLOU. I don’t know what I’m waiting for, but something is telling me to wait. Maybe it’s because I’ve dropped 500 bucks in two days and don’t even have a kit to wear this season.

Since yesterday, there is now a total of 6 people I know, J, C,***, W, M, K, and me, are all signed up for Rev 3 Knoxville. Last year it was a beast and I’m hoping the weather is even rougher this time because it really made me tough. But obviously not tough enough to sign up for Louisville . . . yet.

* A lot of weirdos have been sniffing around my blog lately, so I’m protecting the names of my friends.

** I’m not hiding, however.

*** Not the real JC, but technically they are related.

February 6, 2014

Ironman Wisconsin Run Course Thoughts #IMWI

I was looking at the “search terms” people used to find my blog and one was “Ironman Wisconsin Run Course Tips,” so I thought I’d weigh in with a few “non scientific” thoughts. I’m gonna do it by “feel” and a sketchy memory, so don’t take it too seriously.

It’s a 13.1 mile loop that starts with a short and slow climb from the top floor of the awesome Helix transition. You go straight at, then around the majestic capitol, before tearing down State Street where “I Run for the Party” has real meaning.

My advice here is watch your speed. There are TONS of people cheering, and it’s mostly downhill, so it’s easy to get caught up in the moment. Thankfully my legs didn’t bend the first two miles so I didn’t have a choice.

When you leave State Street it flattens out for a while and you head toward one of the coolest college football stadiums in the country. I feel like it’s a little over 2 miles before you meet Camp Randall, home of the Badgers, and a short little staircase climb that caught the attention of my calves. Then you descend onto the football field, and while I am arguably the number one fan Badger fan living in SEC country, I didn’t really feel much like looking around. What I liked most was the soft turf surface that gives your knees temporary reprieve.

After you emerge from the stadium, you hit a small downhill then flat section that eventually takes you under a bridge for a short “out and back” which I hated. I loathe out and backs for some reason, and even though this was only a few hundred yards it got in my head a little.

Then it’s back into “somewhere” before you are dumped onto a trail that rolls between a bunch of University buildings along the lake. It’s kinda cool because there are students milling about and most of them look at you like you’ve been working out for over 8 hours.

Then it’s time for first of two substantial (by Ironman standards) hills. There’s and aid station at the bottom and I highly suggest you regroup before the climb. A ton of people walk these hills and I did for a short spell on the second loop, but they are not awful unless you are from Florida, and in that case, I recommend quitting.

After that, you wind to the right and close in on your second taste of State Street where people are five deep and scream some of the happiest sounds you’ll ever hear. In retrospect, this is probably where I felt the best on the entire run. It’s right around mile 6 and I suggest soaking it in. You’re about halfway into the loop and it’s loaded with electricity, which is good because the worst part of the run awaits.

When you hit the trail again you have a 10k left in your loop. It’s nice and shaded for a while, but when you leave the dirt path it turns into blacktop and the bikeway takes you out a mile before you turn around to come back. It’s desolate and I really started hallucinating on this section. It’s a two mile trek that seems like it will never end and the one section I wanted to walk most.

After that, you have about 3.5 miles before paydirt (or the painful turn around). Slowly but surely spectators come back into your life and you will need their support. The support, by the way, is excellent. Aid stations are loaded like a buffet and on my second loop I hit the chicken broth hard on that turnaround.

You wind back past the stadium (and go down the little flight of stairs, which is painful in a different way) then back through the neighborhoods before hitting your last little climb up State Street. The party is rockin’ now and the hill is not an issue. At the top you stare at the massive capitol, turn left for a block, right for another, then right for a half block before turning left to finish.

The finishing part is great, but if this is the end of your first loop be prepared for a major mind f&ck. They lead you well into the Finisher’s Chute before sending you back out to battle. All you can really do is laugh.

Ironman Wisconsin was my only marathon to date, and I am pretty sure it will always be one of my favorite courses. It’s challenging but not unfair. It’s urban with a great taste of wilderness. And you get to see some of the finer sections of one of the greatest cities there is, Madison, Wisconsin.

January 30, 2014

What I Think About When I Swim

A while back a friend of mine marveled at the fact that I was routinely swimming 40 laps or more during Ironman training. One day he asked what I think about when I’m in the water for that long. I had to think for a minute.

He told me he was up to 10 or 15 laps and he thinks about all kinds of things while he’s swimming and comes up with some of his best ideas. After a few minutes I told him I “think” I used to be that way, but now most of my thoughts are usually focused on breathing. In fact, I almost HAVE to keep my focus there or I will lose momentum and form goes to hell.

Today, though, I have to admit New Orleans crossed my mind a few times. It’s coming up quickly and I need to make serious love to the pool for the next couple months. It’s not about making the swim as much as coming out of the water fresh and I am not even close.

I swam about 20 laps and it wasn’t awful considering my last attempt in the pool. I didn’t feel wiped out, but I could tell my body was saying, “What the hell was that BS you just put me through?!?”

It’s amazing how quickly you lose your swim shape. My arms felt a little weak, so I really focused on using my core. I know just enough about swimming to be dangerous, but it reminded me that the core is king. Not only in swimming, but bike and run.

When you are throwing and pulling your arms with your back and core it is a lot easier on your arms and breathing. I don’t really see my natural swim getting much faster than a 1:50/100 meters, so I want to figure out the most efficient way to hit that number.

The plan from here is simply to spend a lot of time in the pool. So much of swimming is feeling comfortable and that’s the easy goal.

So, yeah, I guess I understand letting your mind wander while you swim, but it has never worked for me. It becomes more of a meditation where I clear the mind rather than put stuff in. I do this on the bike and run, too, which I think ultimately makes me a better racer.

I’m actually really curious to know what, if anything, you think about in the pool.

January 29, 2014

The Unpublished Triathlete

It’s really hard to explain where I’ve been lately, but I can assure you I have been writing. Here is a list of stories you may or may not see at some point. They are sitting in draft mode because I’m not sure how I feel about the tone. Sorry it’s sideways, but I think it’s a pretty accurate reflection of my mood these days.

January 21, 2014

Sunday's Surprising Plot Twist

Sunday, was weird. There was no alarm or intent, I just woke up at 4 am and gave life my best shot.

I have to say, it was quite amazing.

My only “plan” of the day was to meet friends at 7:30 for a run, which is normally a daunting hour, but by the time I cleaned the kitchen, bedroom, and did some laundry, it was still only 5:30. I was smack dab in the “go back to bed danger zone.”

But I kept moving.

I woke Mattie and tugged her for a walk, took out trash, and did a little writing. I was closing in on 7 am and it really felt like I could pull this off.

From 7 to 7:15 I did a few leg warm ups and light stretching. I filled my water bottle and jumped in the car with a small sweat and actually prepared for a run.

What happened next was nothing special, but felt perfect.

We took off together and kept a sub 9 pace for 8.8 miles. We talked about current events and genuinely had a peaceful run.

We ended with a climb up Mount Nasty, which always pushes the blood a little faster. Your heart pounds and discussion goes away. It’s not for the meek, but you are always a better runner for having ascended.

I a little post-run coffee and muffin. Went home, cleaned a bit more, watched a few minutes of college hoops Game Day, then staggered to my room for an incredibly passionate nap.

My day felt complete and it wasn’t even noon. Everything after the nap was gravy.

The moral of the story: When you’re awake, be awake.

January 19, 2014

I've Made a Huge Mistake

Sometimes you just don’t make good decisions, and lately I’ve been wallowing in the past. I mean, I try to set goals like most like most good people, but it’s not always the right plan. I’ve just never had all the answers, and thankfully, I’m pretty good at remembering that.

I have written hundreds of posts on this blog and most have been positive words about training or life. I spent the entire year surrounded by inspiring people that helped get me to new levels. But now, I am questioning what those levels mean.

My goal was to simply finish an Ironman, but as it neared I secretly thought I could not only complete it, but do it in 11 hours and 30 minutes. I came close, and it felt like one of the most rewarding days of my life when I crossed that finish line, but for the months that followed, many of my days seemed empty.

Many of my nights in November and December were consumed by staring at the ceiling wondering why I was doing this. Why would I put my body and mind through such a grueling exercise? What was the point?

Even as recent as two days ago I contemplated whether or not this quest for Ironman was something I really wanted. I already did one. A major feat indeed. But what would motivate me this time?

Part of me has been using Kona as a motivator. Just push yourself to qualify for Ironman World Championships, Mike. THAT will make you happy.

Last night I sat in meditation and just listened to the noise swirling around me. All of the crap that wears you down on a daily basis. Slowly, that noise gave way to peace. To a higher plane of thought, filled with empty space, and ready to accept truth.

I moved past the materialism, fame, and goals to make room for something real.

I sat, patiently, not thinking about anything, only listening. After some time, the only concept that spawned in my mind was “purpose.” What is my purpose?

Ahh, that old question. But this time, I saw it from a new perspective. It wasn’t something like save the world, become a prophet, or famous filmmaker, it was simply this: Live every day with your mind centered on the greater good.

That’s it. No more goals or grand visions. Simply be. And be better the next day. I can’t control my world, so why not be a vessel for a universal energy much grander than myself.

Most of my life I have tried to control my environment. To influence people and shape their opinions of me, but it never worked, and never made me happy. My life strategy was a huge mistake.

This is a major breakthrough, not only for daily living, but for the Ironman dream that won’t die. I spent much of the night thinking about how this would impact another year of training and it made the thought of another Ironman less daunting . . . and a lot more enjoyable.

So, I will continue to train, but with an even greater awareness of my body and mind. What feels right and feeds my purpose. Thankfully I don’t have to make a decision about Louisville yet, so it may or may not happen. And, you know what? I’m cool with either outcome.

If new seeds dry out and die, let them blow away.

January 19, 2014

A Very Humbling Day

Have you ever had someone try to warn you, but you didn’t want to listen? You didn’t want to believe it? Even though you know it’s true, you just can’t accept it as fact.

I’ve had a training buddy telling me to be careful for a couple weeks now and it was not something I wanted to hear. But he was adamant and I kept hearing his voice in my head . . . over and over. Today, I decided to address my neglect head on and it lasted all of 17 minutes.

17 minutes!

Just over four months ago I swam two and a half miles in an hour and twenty minutes. The waves were brutal, and I was in the middle of a 2,800 person mosh pit. Today, I swam in my own lane, with no obstructions or current and made it 17 minutes.

My buddy was right. He kept imploring me not to skimp out on swim practice. “You lose it quick, man.”

Yeah, but this quick?

I also did a 1/2 triathlon, 1.2 mile swim in mid-October, and while it just about killed me, I finished the race and felt like I could swim a bit more . . . but seventeen minutes?

I’m pretty sure a lot of it has to do with my diet and hopefully “temporary” fascination with coffee. I can honestly feel weaker when I drink too much coffee and I have certainly been doing that lately. Sleep has been a little off, too. Hopefully some of this will sort itself out soon.

So, tomorrow I will come back for more. This is literally one day at a time for me now. I have to keep dragging myself back to the pool to get familiar with the feelings. The goggles, the initial splash in the water, and that freak show that can be the YMCA locker room.

Until then, I will stay in the moment with no goal other than to get it going again. Things will fall into place, but you gotta keep showing up . . . and listening to your training buddies when your heart tells you they’re right.