JustKev.in  •  From Lazyman to Ironman, one inactive guy's journey to triathlete (and everything else under his beer helmet.)

taper week

With my first triathlon coming up on Saturday, typically this week would include a tapered training schedule, but can I really call it that when I haven’t been training on a schedule?  Oh well, I’ll call it that anyway.

This past Sunday, Melissa and I did our own “triathlon” at my grandmother’s house on Lake Wylie.  We swam in the lake (COLD!) with Jeff paddling in the kayak along with us to make us more visible to boaters.  Next we hopped on the bikes only for Melissa to get a flat less than 3 miles in.  Oh well, I rode back, got in the car and picked her up.  Then we went for a 2 mile run on the hilly road along the lake shore.  Could we call this a “quadrathon” since it included a car ride between the bike and run?  Read Melissa’s great write up here.

I felt pretty bad on the run, but I will chalk that up to nutrition.  See, we didn’t start until close to noon and I foolishly followed my normal “race day” routine of not eating prior to the event.  But the real events normally start at 7:30 AM, not at noon.  My energy level on the run was almost nonexistent.

On another note, I got a bit of cross-training in on Saturday.  I guess you can call it that.  I took a job helping a family unload a moving truck into their new house.  2 hours of work, but I went basically nonstop moving in heavy boxes and furniture, even a piano!  Ugh.

I will try to post again before the race, but I have been very busy lately with several areas of life, but that should be nothing new to me!

a quick note…

My posts have been few and far between lately.  I could go into excuses about being too busy blah blah blah, but the fact is I have been lazy.  My back is still giving me some trouble, so I haven’t been running like I should and it has been so cold, it is really hard to gain the motivation to get outside for endurance activities.

That being said, after (what I hope will be) a relaxing weekend with Jenn, I plan to start a 3-run-a-week schedule to get back into a routine.  I only have a little over a month before my next race, a half marathon, and I am a little intimidated by that thought.  Follow that up with a triathlon a month later and I realize I have a lot of work to do and that I need to be careful not to injure myself.  I need to stay injury free and in shape all year if I hope to finish my first Half Ironman that I have signed up for in November!

On another note, my Grandmother, Great Mia, is in the hospital with kidney complications.  Read more about it on Melissa’s post.

Assault on Cherokee International Triathlon Race Report

This past weekend was another to remember.  On Saturday morning, I kissed my girls goodbye and headed to Melissa and Jeff’s house to pick up Jeff.  We went to TrySports so the bike fit master could make some last minute tweaks.  The guy there was amazing.  He analyzed my pedal form while on the bike trainer and made minor, yet noticeable adjustments to my seat position and aero bar position.

After that, we headed to Inside Out Sports and picked up my race packet.  They made sure that I knew that shoes are required to get from the lake to T1.  I asked what the deal was with that and they told me that the transition area was a little ways along a gravel path from the lake, so shoes would keep your feet from getting injured.

Jeff and I made our way to Kings Mountain State Park where I had registered for a campsite.  We found the site, set up the tent then drove back out to scope out the bike and run routes.  The first half of the bike course was pretty straight forward.  Then, the road turns to a narrow road that is poorly maintained and very hilly.  It continues to be very hilly the rest of the way back to the transition area.  The run is also pretty hilly, using the road into the camping area as part of the course.

I was then not only intimidated by the longest swim of my life of 1300 meters, but of a difficult bike of 27.5 miles and a hilly run of 6.2 miles!  I changed my official “goal” from finishing between 3 hours and 3.5 hours to “just finishing” with no regards to time.

Andrew and his daughter, Breanna, arrived early that evening and we all sat around and talked for a while.

That night I hit the hay early and tried to sleep in the muggy conditions.  We had a thunderstorm in the middle of the night which brought the temperatures down, but made everything wet.

I woke up around 4:45 and caught a shower.  I got changed and did some last minute prep for the race.  I mixed up my HEED and made sure everything was in my transition bag.  I drove down to the race area and unloaded my bike, walked over to the transition area and set up my area.

From there, it was mainly a wait as I was set up around 6:30 and the race did not start until 7:30.  I did get my timing chip and the body markings with my race number and age.  I found a toilet and did some last minute “prep” there too.

The Swim

At 7:15, I headed down to the lake.  When I was told “transition area was a little ways along a gravel path from the lake” I did not expect it to be mud and rock down a steep slope for about 1/3 mile!  That would surely be a tough climb after swimming that far.

I got into the water and did a little warm up.  I felt a lot of algae under the surface which would prove to be a problem in the water.  The race director made some last minute announcements, one of which was to warn us that he would have to consider the bike course “a little cruel, so have fun with that”.  We started in 3 waves, 3 minutes apart.  I was in the first wave.  I got in the back of the pack because I knew that I would be slower than the rest.  When the second wave passed me, I knew I was going to have a slow time.  I had such a hard time with breathing and the algae, that I spent the majority of the time on my back doing a backstroke just trying to calm my breathing.  I knew it was bad when someone swimming past me before the halfway mark asked, “Hey are you okay?”  I answered, “I’m fine”, but I knew that if I looked that bad, I am just hoping to finish!

I made my way from buoy to buoy until I was on the homestretch.  When I finally got out of the water, I realized there were only a few others still swimming and I had a 6 minute head start on some of them!  I ended up in 59th place out of 60 that swam the course.  So not last, but close to it!  Then I grabbed my Keens and made my way up the hill.  I walked most of it, but when it flattened out, I started to jog.  Just before the transition area, I saw Jeff, Andrew and Breanna cheering me on!  I got to the transition area and dried off, changed into my bike shoes, put my helmet on, ate a Hammer Gel and took some Endurolytes.  I grabbed my bike and headed out on the course.

The Bike

The bike portion started off as I expected with it being relatively what I am used to.  It was just slight ups and downs, but nothing too crazy.  The one thing that I did not expect was that I was alone!  I was so slow in the water, that all but 3 others had a huge lead on the bike already.  In fact it took me 8 miles or so to catch up to someone!  I passed several people before I saw the first accident.  A guy took a wet turn too fast and wiped out, apparently slamming his knee and hitting his head too.  After I passed them, more ambulances passed me and were on their way to tend to him.  Although I did not see any others, there were apparently 3 accidents that resulted in DNFs for the participants.

The rest of the ride was very challenging with lots of hills.  I passed several more in these sections and had a good enough ride for 29th out of the 57 that completed the course.

As I approached T2, I saw that Melissa and Great Mia had arrived and joined Jeff, Andrew and Breanna to cheer me on.  That people are there to cheer for you is a mental motivator more than anything else.

I spent the majority of the time in T2 changing shoes, trading my helmet for a HeadSweats visor and trying to get the cramping that had begun in my quads to stop.  I stretched for a bit and then headed out for the 6.2 mile run.

I ran by my “support crew” again and managed a smile and wave, although my body is already yelling at me to STOP!  As soon as I got around a bend and they could not see me, I started to walk while I ate another Hammer Gel.  Then I cam upon the race camera man and I told him, “If you are going to take pictures, I’d better run!”  So I did for a while and started to get into a rhythm.  Then I came across the hills at around the halfway point.  I finished the rest of the race walking up the hills and running down.  I was not alone.  Everyone that was around me did the same on the difficult course.  I finished the 10K, quads burning and cramping, with everyone cheering, with a time of 1:01:47, good enough for 43rd out of the 57 that finished.

Overall, I placed 44th, so I am not at all unhappy about it, but elated to have finished at all.  And to have my soon to be 93 year old grandmother see her first triathlon and my first of this distance was priceless.

You can see the event results here.  I will add pictures to this post as I receive them.

I am all smiles on the outside but inside is a different story...  Photo by Andrew

I am all smiles on the outside but inside is a different story... Photo by Andrew

finishing the bike - photo by Melissa

finishing the bike - photo by Melissa

photo by Melissa

photo by Melissa

photo by Melissa

photo by Melissa

photo by Melissa

photo by Melissa

photo by Melissa

photo by Melissa

photo by Melissa

photo by Melissa

photo by Melissa

photo by Melissa

photo by Melissa

photo by Melissa

photo by Melissa

photo by Melissa

the campers - photo by Melissa

the campers - Jeff, myself, Breanna and Andrew - photo by Melissa

more support crew - Melissa, myself and Great Mia - photo by Jeff

more support crew - Melissa, myself and Great Mia - photo by Jeff

on my soon-to-be 93 year old grandmother

My grandmother amazes me.

She will turn 93 on August 17th, 2009.  I went and visited her with Mia this past Saturday.  She has had heart problems and the doctors have told her to take it easy, but when I started talking to her, she told me that she has been working around the house to get it ready for company next weekend.  I asked her what she has been doing and she told me, “mostly pulling weeds.”  Keep in mind it is late July in South Carolina, so this is probably not the best idea for a 92 year old woman with a heart condition to do.  But what I have decided is that it was what she wanted to do and simply because of that, she will do it.  She has an extremely strong opinion with most everything and she does and says whatever she wants to.  She is 92, what are you going to do with her?  You may have read more about this on my sister’s blog post.  I told her to be careful and not over do it and call me when she needs work done.  But she knows I am busy and she doesn’t want to burden me.  I have to respect her for that, but I need to make more of an effort to be available to her.

On a side note, we have always called my grandmother (who’s real name is Mildred) Mia.  It is who my daughter, Mia, is named after.  We now call my grandmother Great Mia, which is a perfect name for her – Great.

EDIT – I had another memory I want to share:

A few years ago, Great Mia had a pacemaker put in after some heart trouble.  We all went and visited her in the hospital while she recovered.  When we arrived, she said that we had good timing because she “just had my PPT bath.”  I asked Melissa what that meant and she said, “Don’t ask.”  When we left, I asked her again.  She told me what it meant, but for the respect of my readers, I will just say that the letters stand for three areas of the female anotomy that would need regular cleaning to stay “fresh.”  Like I said, she speaks her mind!