Routine Maintenance-Way of the Samurai

As you know, there are a number of abandoned roads around my town. They get flooded several times a year because of the dam down stream. However, when they are dry you can run, ride, or whatever on them. It's the whatever that concerns me today.

The other day I chose to run one of these old roads. It heads straight south out of down via a park about a half mile from my house. I don't live in a large town. We do have a Wal-Mart and a McDonalds but those are probably only there because we're a natural rest stop for folks heading from KC to Branson. So, when you're two miles out of town on an abandoned road it can feel like you're in the middle of nowhere.

So I'm about two miles down this forgotten road when I spot two fellows up ahead. It's not totally unexpected to see people down this road. However, everyone I'd ever seen on the road before were either fishing, jogging, or riding. These guys didn't appear to be doing any of those things. They were standing on a bridge and the one dude was holding something. What does he have? I couldn't tell.

Finally I got close enough to see. One fellow had his phone out like he was texting. The other guy had two samurai swords! Now keep in mind, there is not another soul or house around. No other witnesses. I'd like to tell you I didn't give it another thought, but as I got closer I couldn't help wonder what he was doing with those swords. And, this is embarrassing, I was prepared to jump out of the way if Hanzo did anything funny.

As I passed them I realized I was dealing with a couple of nerds, and I use that term affectionately. I'd like to think I am a nerd, but I've never been intelligent enough to be considered a nerd, so that makes me more of a dork. But here's the thing: though I'm a big fan of kung fu and movies about samurais, I've never been tempted to go get a samurai sword. Come on! That's ridiculous. I mean, if I'm going to get a sword it would be a Roman gladius or, most likely, a reproduction Narsil, the shards of which Isildur used to cut the One Ring from Sauron's hand. After all, I'm not a big nerd.

My run this day was an out and back, so I'd have to pass Kwai Chang Caine  and his Grasshopper again. When I saw them on the way back, Miyamoto Musashi had both swords strapped to his side and he and his kung fu texter were walking towards me. I looked at them and nodded like I would with anyone I passed on that road, as if to say, "There's nothing weird about carrying two swords out here. Have a great day."

Well, I'm still working out. I run five or six miles every other day, and I lift weights three days on, one day off. I'm a little lax on my diet, but I'm maintaining 150-152 pounds. Speaking of running, I need to get ready to go. Have a great Saturday! If you go running, keep some gas in the tank in case you have to out run a samurai.

The Year in Training

Looking back over my training year, I'm kind of surprised at how lazy I was. I'd known since January or February that I'd be running in the Branson 70.3, yet somehow I didn't put in enough miles, evidently. Live and learn. If I do that race again in 2012, I now have a better understanding of what I have to do to get ready to have a respectable showing.

But the question becomes, how dedicated do I have to be? And, how dedicated do I want to be.

Here is what I did since January 2011:

Ran 343 miles, more or less.
Rode 386 miles, more or less.
Swam 50,388 yards, plus a few more that didn't get recorded.

Throw in some weight training earlier in the year and that's pretty much it.

I guess the biggest weakness I see is the lack of biking miles, and swimming yards, and probably not enough running either.

So what am I going to do? I don't know yet. I'm back to lifting this week but I've gotten a couple of half decent 5Ks in this week as well.

If you've got a good 70.3 or full Ironman training plan, send me the link. My training plan didn't give me the results I needed. As a coach, I'm fired.

Andy Potts - Pro Triathlete

He wears Asics, I wear Asics. We're the same!

Branson 70.3-Part Two, Being the Second Part

Yesterday I detailed my triathlon up to the bike leg. Today I'll bring it home.

Bike 56 Miles

Let's get it out of the way. I finished the bike in 4 hours and 5 minutes. They tell me that's 13.67 miles per hour. I would have loved 20 MPH, but realistically I was looking for 17 MPH. The Hills kicked mine arse and so 13.67 is what I'm left with.  By comparison, the winner, Ben Hoffman, a pro, did the bike in 2 hours and 24 minutes. That's 23.33 MPH. Another pro, Matt Lieto, also did the bike in 2:24. Mr. Lieto also participated in the 70.3 World Championship race just a week before where he rode the bike in 2:18. Not a big difference, so that blows my theory  that the bike course was especially hard. Dang it!

I'm not going to make any excuses. I didn't train hard enough. More about that tomorrow, maybe. But I am going to re-gear my bike. I already have it taken apart. There were plenty of fellows spinning past me up the inclines while I'm bearing down on the pedals like some kind of skinny bike riding circus bear.

You can't wear headphones during the race, and so you are left with nothing but your thoughts over the entire course, which can be distracting. You have plenty of time to think about how tired your legs are, and oh, BTW, you have a half marathon coming up.

I have a lot of observations, but I'll spare you the details and tell you about one semi-humorous thing I saw. The bike course is primarily on a four lane highway. At one point I'm cranking up one side when I heard someone yelling from across the median. I look over and there is some girl heading down the hill, all alone but yelling something like, "Going down the hill! Mah mah mah wah wah waaaahhhh!" She was having fun.

With about ten miles or so left on the bike, just as I'm leaving the Ozark Mountain Highroad to begin my descent into Branson, the sky began to empty and I got dumped on. It rained hard. A thorough soaking. Not only that, lightening flashed directly overhead and thunderstruck at less than a second later. Oh yeah!

I thought for sure they were going to call the race, but they kept us going. By the time I got to T2 I was shivering and had a little trouble getting my shoes on. Once I started running, however, I was fine.

Here I am at the bike dismount. I asked my wife for the time. She said "12:25. Did you have a flat?" Thank you, babe. I love you, too.

Run 13.1 Miles

I started running in the rain. The course takes you through the shopping area at the Landing, into a residential neighborhood along Lake Taneycomo, and then back along the walk down by the lake and through a park. We had to do four loops. I started out OK (for me) with about an 8 minute pace, but ended up with a 9:38 pace for the entire run. Total time was 2:06.

We ran in the rain for a while, through ankle deep run off and puddles. After my first loop, however, the rain slacked off quite a bit, and by the time I finished the rain stopped. I ought to be given credit for running with soggy shoes.

When it was done I was done. It's been a week and I just today did a work out. I felt sore until Thursday and felt fatigued until Friday.

Oh, and on Wednesday I turned 40! Maybe that's why I was so tired.

Random pics:

My cheering section!

When my five year old saw my finisher medal her eyes got real big and she said, "Daddy, you won!" A little later she told me, "I'm glad you won Daddy." I still haven't told her any different.

Branson 70.3 and 7 Hours

About half way through the bike course at the K-Swiss Branson Ironman 70.3 I thought, "I'm not doing this again." Then when I finished and saw my time of seven hours I thought, "I totally have to redeem myself."

I acknowledge that my time was horrible, and I totally blame my bike.

But let's start at the beginning.

We got to Branson on Saturday the 17th, and it was raining. We checked the weather on our wireless devices, and the apps predicted more rain for the 18th. Not good. I got all checked in and attended the mandatory pre-race meeting. I also enjoyed a reasonably priced latte at the Chateau, the host hotel. We left the Chateau and checked in my bike, in the pouring rain. I also got my body marked. Lucky number 335, 40 years old (at the end of the year), thank you.

We ran over to Wal-Mart to pick up some last minute items, ate at Golden Corral, and then headed back to the hotel for the night. We didn't stay at the host hotel, so I would have to take a shuttle from T2 over to the swim start. Yes, a two transition race. The swim start was at Moonshine Beach, Table Rock Lake. T2 was at Branson Landing.

I left the hotel at 5:30 AM. I wanted to catch the last shuttle at 6:15, and I still had to drop off my run bag at T2. I stood in line for the shuttle, which left a little late, and it was a twenty minute drive over to T1. The drive took us right down Highway 76, which I hadn't been on in years. BTW, in Branson I saw this place where you can ride a Segway on a go-cart track. The sign read, "Segway, Feel the Excitement!" I am totally doing that the next time I'm down there. Anyways, here is a pic of our shuttles:

The shuttle left so late that they were trying to close T1 by the time I got there. So I rushed around getting ready and got out of T1. Then I realized I forgot my goggles, so the volunteers graciously let me back in to retrieve them. I proceeded to put on my wetsuit, and since my wife hadn't arrived yet, I asked some fellow to zip me up. At this point I'm as ready as I'm going to be, but my wave didn't leave until 7:25 AM. Let's do this!

After the Star Spangled Banner and the pro start, I stood around until they called my age group. No warm up swim, no stretching, no nothing but being nervous. I did count the buoys with the idea that I'd count them as I went by, but that didn't work out very well.  The horn sounds, and we're off. A bunch of middle age dudes splashing around. I hung towards the back of the pack and once I was waist deep or so I started swimming.

Swim 1.2 Miles

This was the first real swim I had in my rental wetsuit. I did swim a few laps at the pool the Friday before, but not enough to really get used to it, evidently. I took off swimming at an easy pace, at least that's what I was trying to do. I always feel like I'm going too hard at the beginning of a swim. I counted three buoys, but then lost count somewhere. I'm ashamed to admit, but somewhere before the first turn the thought went through my mind, "I can't do this." I said, "I know, but I'll do it anyways. Now keep swimming!"

I made it to the half way point and tuned back to the beach. Somewhere on this last section I finally found a rhythm and was able to make some better time. I did see a couple of other orange caps (guys in my group), but I'm sure most were finishing already. I got to the beach in 48:04. Honestly, that's only eight minutes over what I hoped to do. I'll take it.

That's me, the one with exposed nipps.

T1

I ran up to T1 and saw my wife and my father-in-law. They were encouraging but I'm sure they thought I'd already drowned.

Like I said, this was a two transition race, and we were instructed to have everything in our bag that we wanted transported back to T2. So we not only had to transition, including removing the wetsuit, we had to pack up.

Before the beginning of the race I wanted to air up my tires, but they were hustling us out of transition. So I'd be riding on tires lower than I wished. Oh well. Time in T1: 7:06.

Bike 56 Miles

This is already too long, so let's finish this up tomorrow. Come back to read the exciting conclusion, including how I finished this 70.3...in a thunderstorm!

But first, a bonus pic of me in my wetsuit!

Branson 70.3

Just a quick note about the race today. I finished in just over 7 hours. It dumped rain and lightening crashed directly overhead. Thankfully Ironman kept the race going, and now we all have a story to tell. Thank the Lord I finished and no one got hurt.

I'll bore you with the details later, I promise.

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This Is It

So I walked into my closet today and wondered why it smelled like a dive locker. Then I saw the wetsuit hanging up that I rented. Yes, I rented a wetsuit and I hope it works for me. I'm a little nervous; it feels a little tight. It's a long sleeved one, and the shoulders feel constricted. My hope is that if there's resistance straightening my arms, then there'll be a snap back effect when I pull.

If you haven't heard, the Branson 70.3 is Sunday. I will be there. I'm bib number 335. I've seen a link on other Ironman races where you can track the racers by name or bib, but I don't see it up yet on the Branson site, or esle I'm just blind.

I will test my wetsuit in the pool tomorrow. I'll do just a few laps to see how it goes. It'll probably look strange swimming in an indoor pool with a wetsuit, but most of the folks there know I'm racing, so maybe they'll understand.

Until afterwards...