Sunday was my last long ride on the last day of a three week build cycle with a bike focus.
Tony and I decided to ride out toward Searchlight and back. Tony suggested this route for variety and because there aren't really that many hills out that way. Except that going out, after sailing down past the dry lake bed (30+ mph), it's pretty much a grinding incline the rest of the way. Nothing bad though.
When you start riding at 5:45am, the first couple of hours are actually pleasant. Plus most of the trucks on the road were extremely courteous, going into the far left lane when they passed us. Nice! We also got a "way to go" honk from some guy driving a Ryder truck and towing a car behind.
The way out was uneventful.
On the way back I got a flat. First flat since Silverman. Woot! Almost eight months with no flatting -- I'll take it!
Glenn chastised me a couple of weeks ago for not paying enough attention to how my bike handles. He was NOT impressed that I rode for four hours with the front tire rubbing against the fork. I should have noticed it pulling to the left, stopped, and fixed it.
Of course, Glenn is totally right! Pay attention to the damn bike, especially during long rides!
So, when I noticed that something felt a little "off" while cruising at a nice 18-20 mph in aero, I stopped. Sure enough the front tire was spongy. Slow leak. It pays to pay attention.
Tony changed the tire for me. He's so nice. By this time it was really HOT out and getting off the bike I experienced just a HINT of nausea. Oh God! I don't do well when nauseous. I looked around for a bush just in case but there really wasn't one large enough for me to hide behind. I silently cursed the desert.
Thankfully once I started riding again it disappeared and I had no problem drinking my hot Gatorade, hot Perepeteum and hot water. Sounds yummy right!! It WAS.
Not!!
Only the Luna bars tasted normal. But dry. Had to wash them down with warm water.
This ride was good overall and I was feeling strong until we got to the dry lake bed and had to grind up the hill we had sailed down about three hours earlier.
By this time it's about 95 degrees out and on that hill there was no breeze. No breeze at all. Not even a whisper. It reminded me of sailing downwind. When you sail downwind any breeze that exists is directly behind you and when it's hot out it feels even hotter. Like 10 times hotter and the air feels thick and still.
That hill was by no means the steepest or longest hill I'd climbed. But it seemed to NEVER END. I felt oppressed by the heat. A wave of heat moved through me, then another. You know how you can "see" the heat on blacktop if you look? It felt like THAT. I seriously got scared that I would need to stop and if I stopped there was no way I would start again and someone would have to come and rescue my ass. I couldn't let that happen.
It finally became unbearable and I screamed "FUCK," at the top of my lungs, started blubbering, whining, and breathing really hard. I was very VERY angry!!! At the heat, at the hill, at myself, at Tony, at everything. All rational thought flew out the window and I became worried about things like my brain melting, suffocation, and lying on the side of the road being beat upon by the sun with no one to rescue me in time.
Not my proudest moments. In fact I was a little ashamed. The only thing I kept doing that made any sense at all was taking in my nutrition. YUP. I'm just that paranoid that without enough calories, salt and water I will surely die out there.
When we finally reached the top of the hill the breeze reappeared, the road flattened out and everything got much easier. The breeze was there all along it just didn't reach us in that little pocket of hell.
I wasn't done though. I told Tony "I love you man" and proceeded to let out another string of curse words and obscenities. This time though they were chased by maniacal laughter, rather than desperation, fear and shame.
Tony asked me if I still wanted to run after the ride and I said hell yes. Liz will ream my ASS if I don't run after.
The run was a mixed bag. On the one hand, my nutrition had settled really well, my legs were there and I had energy. On the other hand it was terribly slow, and I still felt oppressed by the heat. This is how all of my longer runs off the long rides have been. I'm seriously concerned with how my run will go up in Utah.
It will come down to a choice of how hard I push myself. I struggle with that all the time and it frustrates me. This workout gave me confidence that I can certainly handle Utah. I can do the distance. The high up there should only be 90 or so and the race is billed as "flat and fast." It is approaching 110 here and will climb higher in the next few weeks. And here it is hard to find flats to practice on that are long enough to do any real distance.
What this means is I've been working hard. Some days harder than others but I've been getting all of the workouts in. I want to do better than just getting the workouts in, but some days my mind just doesn't like to cooperate. I'm also afraid I will be DFL in Utah and I don't want that. Though realistically I think that if that happens I probably wouldn't feel too badly about it in the moment.
This is only my second 70.3. I'm sure these thoughts and feelings are somewhat normal. They are certainly normal for ME. But still I feel like there are flaws in my approach that I want to correct. I guess it's a question of how badly I want to correct them.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Grrrrrrrrrrr: The Frustrations of Training
So training has been hard. I won't deny it.
Training has made me hate the heat a bit earlier in the summer than I normally start hating it.
And yeah, I've been known to not leave the house (the air conditioning) on the days I don't train (like today).
It's what I signed up for -- an August half ironman distance race.
SO I've been chipping away at it, whether I feel like it or not.
In the interest of full disclosure, I did skip one swim last week -- a 45 minute open water swim. On the Fourth of July. Yeah, I went outside in the morning and watched the parade, and of course I went to the park after dark to watch the fireworks, but just could not make myself go down to the lake and get the swim done.
I was over it, no guilt, no pangs, the second after I made the decision to not go.
So today you are reading "Stef in the middle of a three week build with a bike focus."
Today is a rest day, this week is week 3 of said build.
I've asked myself a lot lately WHY? Why did I sign up for a race that necessitates me to be out there in the triple digits training for hours on end??? And the answer is always the same. My "gut," that "inner voice" that we all have just smiles and says "you know why."
And I do. Training is what is fueling my business confidence right now and my business success is fueling my training. One cannot exist without the other. One success stacks upon the other. And I'm good with that. Training is the path that brought me here and I need the high level of training that comes with the 70.3 distance to keep moving forward.
So yeah, I'll do a 5+ hour workout in the heat. That was yesterday. My front tire was rubbing against the fork the entire time and I didn't know it. I just knew the bike didn't "feel right." But wheels not rolling means the clock stops ticking and I wanted the 4:30 ride to be done as soon as possible!!
Only when we got home and Tony removed my front tire did we see what was going on. And I thought I was getting slower. Whew.
The 45 minute run off the bike was a real treat. NOT. I forgot my bottle of perpeteum for the ride and so was working with a rather large calorie deficit. Realizing that I cannot afford to cut any workouts short, I powered through, relying on the rest of my nutrition, figuring I would at least learn something.
I told myself the workout doesn't need to be perfect but I do need to be present.
Things actually went pretty well, although my stomach was growling at the end of the ride (yeah no kidding right).
And after 45 minutes of running I was out of energy my stomach was screaming where the f*ck is the food?!!! Running a full 13.1 miles like that? I think NOT!!!!!!! A deficit like that would be absolutely impossible to make up. I'll avoid the "death march" thank you. I think Tony was hungry too as he immediately suggested going out for lunch. We got Glenn and Marge and went to the Southwest diner where I started my recovery with spinach omelet and hashbrowns and coffee (yes even in the summer I prefer my coffee hot -- inside an air conditioned building of course).
Yesterday's training taught me that, no matter what you have accomplished before, 70.3 miles is a LONG EFFING DISTANCE! Doing one in the heat presents special challenges. Of course this is not new information and many have done it! But I needed to receive that information, in just the way that I did yesterday. Going through the workout and receiving that information reignited my motivation. And I recovered more quickly than expected given the calorie deficit.
So yeah, it pays off. If you stick with training, with a plan you trust and know works, for reasons that are right for you, it will always pay off. At least that is where I am with it now.
My body IS acclimating to the heat, and my mind is mostly being supportive. LOL. I guess that's about where I should be at this point. This week has 12+ hours of training, including an even longer brick next weekend. Then rest week!
Ahh rest week . . . . I'll probably be blogging daily just to keep myself accountable for doing all the workouts, no matter how small I think they are.
Training has made me hate the heat a bit earlier in the summer than I normally start hating it.
And yeah, I've been known to not leave the house (the air conditioning) on the days I don't train (like today).
It's what I signed up for -- an August half ironman distance race.
SO I've been chipping away at it, whether I feel like it or not.
In the interest of full disclosure, I did skip one swim last week -- a 45 minute open water swim. On the Fourth of July. Yeah, I went outside in the morning and watched the parade, and of course I went to the park after dark to watch the fireworks, but just could not make myself go down to the lake and get the swim done.
I was over it, no guilt, no pangs, the second after I made the decision to not go.
So today you are reading "Stef in the middle of a three week build with a bike focus."
Today is a rest day, this week is week 3 of said build.
I've asked myself a lot lately WHY? Why did I sign up for a race that necessitates me to be out there in the triple digits training for hours on end??? And the answer is always the same. My "gut," that "inner voice" that we all have just smiles and says "you know why."
And I do. Training is what is fueling my business confidence right now and my business success is fueling my training. One cannot exist without the other. One success stacks upon the other. And I'm good with that. Training is the path that brought me here and I need the high level of training that comes with the 70.3 distance to keep moving forward.
So yeah, I'll do a 5+ hour workout in the heat. That was yesterday. My front tire was rubbing against the fork the entire time and I didn't know it. I just knew the bike didn't "feel right." But wheels not rolling means the clock stops ticking and I wanted the 4:30 ride to be done as soon as possible!!
Only when we got home and Tony removed my front tire did we see what was going on. And I thought I was getting slower. Whew.
The 45 minute run off the bike was a real treat. NOT. I forgot my bottle of perpeteum for the ride and so was working with a rather large calorie deficit. Realizing that I cannot afford to cut any workouts short, I powered through, relying on the rest of my nutrition, figuring I would at least learn something.
I told myself the workout doesn't need to be perfect but I do need to be present.
Things actually went pretty well, although my stomach was growling at the end of the ride (yeah no kidding right).
And after 45 minutes of running I was out of energy my stomach was screaming where the f*ck is the food?!!! Running a full 13.1 miles like that? I think NOT!!!!!!! A deficit like that would be absolutely impossible to make up. I'll avoid the "death march" thank you. I think Tony was hungry too as he immediately suggested going out for lunch. We got Glenn and Marge and went to the Southwest diner where I started my recovery with spinach omelet and hashbrowns and coffee (yes even in the summer I prefer my coffee hot -- inside an air conditioned building of course).
Yesterday's training taught me that, no matter what you have accomplished before, 70.3 miles is a LONG EFFING DISTANCE! Doing one in the heat presents special challenges. Of course this is not new information and many have done it! But I needed to receive that information, in just the way that I did yesterday. Going through the workout and receiving that information reignited my motivation. And I recovered more quickly than expected given the calorie deficit.
So yeah, it pays off. If you stick with training, with a plan you trust and know works, for reasons that are right for you, it will always pay off. At least that is where I am with it now.
My body IS acclimating to the heat, and my mind is mostly being supportive. LOL. I guess that's about where I should be at this point. This week has 12+ hours of training, including an even longer brick next weekend. Then rest week!
Ahh rest week . . . . I'll probably be blogging daily just to keep myself accountable for doing all the workouts, no matter how small I think they are.
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