Archive for May, 2009

Ridgefield Tri (second win of the year!)

Sunday, May 31st, 2009

Our days are precious and so few. -rise against

That song was playing as I took the pic of the sun rise below while road tripping to the race with www.holisticguru.blogspot.com and Voodoo as today was the ridgefield tri. I love love love this race. I love Evan a CREW dude who puts on this race and its the best sprint in Connecticut which is why it sells out before the snow melts. I got to the race early and got in a good warm up. After 3 brtual days of training I wanted to get the legs moving. Honestly I could have done 90 minutes of warming up today no problem. No one warms up enough for spints. No one. That means you (and me). Maybe in part because they start pretty freakin early.After my long warm up we got going under perfect conditions. Glassy water and cool air and the first 300 yards were awesome. A college swimmer, Tim, was there and took the swim out fast. I hopped on and tried to hang but the he out classed me. He did however pull me for a bit so I had a gap over everyone else.

T1 was slow for me and I somehow fell over. Normally I crush transitions and was bummed that a few of the people that I put time into on the swim were coming back on me. The bike was fast and has lots of turns with a few that have ended peoples days. I pre road the course which was a very good idea and I did an old mt biking trick: I de-tuned my breaks. By making them not really work it eleminates panic breaking. Sadly it also eliminates breaking pretty much, but after preriding the course I new the one spot that I needed to really break and make sure at that corner to break hard enough to not eat it. I got splits along the way and wasn’t pull time back from Tim the college swimmer. My legs didn’t feel like they were firing but that doesn’t mean much. Sometimes you go fast when you feel slow and sometimes you go slow when you feel like you are going fast.I was about 30 seconds down heading into t2.

I got running and was worried because 30 seconds is a long time when you only got 5k. Thankfully this 5k is evil. Voodoo Phil called the first mile “a wall with a line down the middle.” I felt aweful on the run. No turns over, no power, no speed. But the first mile is all uphill and hard so I tried to not dispair. Also I was catching first. At the base of the big hill I caught first. I thought he would fold, but he attacked me! I have to say that was awesome and Tim will forever have my respect for that. Normally when you pass someone after running them down they kind of give up. Not Tim. That kid (he is 19) is mentally as tough as they come. Tims attack made me pick up the pace which hurt because I had been working hard to catch him. The sick hill created a gap and I found myself alone. Tim found himself out kicked by Cliff who is going to Kona this year and hold the record for Ironman for people who are Type 1, I work with a two type 1 athletes and picked his brain at length and got his email because he has it dialed.This was my first local race in the ct/nyc area this year and and like all local races they turn into a family reunion. I have been racing since 99 and made a ton of friends over the years and hanging out and catching up with just about all of them was great.

 Normally the time from finishing to the awards seems to go on forever, today it was a blink of an eye; I love tri for a lot of reasons but the friends I have will keep me doing local races until I die. So watch out, you are looking at the 80-84 ridgefield tri age group champ. Oh and I set a new course record which means I am faster then last year, which means I am faster then ever.Box score: 1/2 mile swim, 20k ride, 5k run: 1:02 1st place over all, new course record.

 

 

And I love you CREW

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

Hey CREW all your free Puma stuff is in. If you replied to the Puma email your sweet Puma stuff is in. I also got you some amazing Champion Systems/Team Continuum running stuff too. You might wanna find me :) Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

Puma loves me

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

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FL 70.3 Pic & Twisted Logic On The Tree Of Woe

Friday, May 29th, 2009

“The future is bright, so use me, just use me.” AFI
My man Clarke is an artist, check out this pic…
So here we go again, the 12 day mid season break is over. Its time to do work again. My motivation is high even if my fitness is a bit low.I ate a little more then I should have?I didn’t sleep enough and was way social. Breaking quickly learned bad habits is hard. I could totally see how people just work?a 9-5 and play.

On some level I don’t really like myself and am not sure I want to give myself that much fun. I am not sure I deserve fun. I think I deserve to suffer through brutal workouts. Of course, if 30-40 hours of training is what I want even if I don’t want it, isn’t that its own kind of fun? asking for what you don’t want is a more intense experience then fun. ahhh the twisted logic of ironman, 9 years of this and?I still don’t really get it even though it all makes perfect sense. As James Earl Jones said in Cohan “contemplate this on the tree of woe.” Or after 150k of riding.

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Finding My Happy Place

Monday, May 25th, 2009

Before the race my coach Jim Ortel www.blockislandsportshop.com  said that I should just enjoy the day. Not race angry, and find inner peace.
Um, whatever you fucking hippy. Here is a pic of me in my happy place, SMASHING the bike at 26 mph, taking huge risks again?the worlds best and feeling fit as hell. And yeah, I blew up after 8 miles at a 6 minute pace, but boy it was fun to RACE a huge race.
HUGE thanks to Clarke and his kick as site www.sportzfoto.com

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PIC FROM FL 70.3 / Hammer Code

Sunday, May 24th, 2009

Hey CREW. YOur Hammer promo code that I sent out was wrong. To get a deal on Hammer stuff you need the right code. its 132837 Fine readers, you can get in on this too.

Oh and check out this gator I saw on my pre race stroll. Freakin thing was like 8 feet long.

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Good Bye Uncle Kenny

Saturday, May 23rd, 2009

Forgive me readers, as I get older I realize that this blog, while a tri is also my only person recording. I have no personal journal, no photo albums, no attic of stuff.
So when something happens and I want to write it down before I forget, I do it here.
I found out today my uncle died. I rushed to my grandmothers who will, in the coming hours bury her son, which no one should ever do. I love her, am very close to her and through out my life was close to my uncle.
He was a giant kid at heart, which is the best feature for an uncle. As a kid he let me drive his car. As a teen, drive his boat. As an adult, racing quads. He told jokes, played football, and “tackle” soccer (he would only play soccer if there was hockey like rules). We played chess (and he punched me for castling as it wasn’t manly). But we played and every holiday was fun.
He was a strong man, with paws for hands. He worked as a roofer and floorer his whole life. As a teen he got me a job working with him. I almost died. Scrawny and soft I couldn’t carry bundles of shinngles up ladders or stacks of wood all day like a man. He could and he did it day in a day out without complaint so he could support his 4 daughters which he loved unconditionally and madly.
As we got older he never stopped telling me how proud he was. He loved that I was a public interest lawyer and reinforced the idea that love of work is more important than money. He came to my soccer games and later to my races. We celbrated the holidays together, and got together outside them as if to make a point that family is more then holidays. In the days to come I hope to find some kind of point, but right now all I have are memories.
Good bye Uncle Kenny.
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Kickin It With the 502 Fam

Thursday, May 21st, 2009

Louisville will always have a special place in my heart (its area code is 502). So when my man from www.justsocks.com was rolling into town with the lou love we got rowdy and by rowdy, I need caffinated.
I am on my mid season break. 10 days off to make sure I make it to Lou without burning out along the way. Times like these are key, and I am using them hang out, be social so when I go ironmonk next week its will a full heart and rested corpse, er, body.
My 502 fam got me this tee so I could represent the 502 and the best part was it came with a card that was signed by my homeboy infront of me after borrowing a pen. Then he licked he envelope and handed it to me. That’s bro love right there. His name joined anna (a second super fast runner named anna) CREW bad ass MSF and the quickly becoming famous Kate-monster who had to sign it with her left hand all sqiggly because her right hand is in a cast after she bombed off a zip line. A fearless often injuried person named Kate, gee that sounds familiar, anyone in my family know a girl like that (KATE HIRSCH)? One thing I learned about the fearless they pick up a lot of casts along the way but they go well with first place metals.
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Its my birthday

Tuesday, May 19th, 2009

So today is my birthday. I love birthdays. I love the calls texts and emails. Facebook allows tons of birthday greetings. Its a blast. I have 3 birthday things planned for today and had already had a birthday celibration. Simply put, I milk my birhday for all its worth. After all when you are surrounded by such awesome people why wouldn’t you take every chance to connect with them? my greatest birthday gift is all the people in my life. I am blessed beyond words.
The downside of birthdays is the realization of the passing of time. Last time I saw Jim Ortel he said “you have been a pro for what, 3 years?” Time flies Jymbo, try like 6! Of course here is the best part, I am not getting older! Last time I checked a start list and it had my age, I was 27. Since then its just said MPRO aka male pro. So, as far as I am concerned that’s my age, and once again I turned mpro. In a minor birthday mircle I realized all my usatpro cards are still in my possesion. How this happened is a mystry as I have moved so many times since turning pro, different jobs, different offices, yet somehow, without trying, they all made it to my apartment and are in the photo below.
Happy birthday to me!
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Disney 70.3

Monday, May 18th, 2009

Believe when I say it is real. Real life goes on, even if you are miserable.” – AFI

I got more in way of reflection then a report to spit out. The quick story is this.

The swim started at predawn and was dark, I had the wrong goggles as they were tinted. I rocked a great first 100 meters. I swear if there was a race that was all knee deep water running and dolphining I would be first out of the water. But sadly the water got deep enough to force the pro men to, you know, swim. I got into a great group and felt comfy. No breathing issues, nice pace. Just one problem, it was dark coffee water and no sunlight yet. I lost the feet of the group and found myself in no-mans-land. The next group that came by was slllllooooow and again we strolled to the end. Before the start Timex athletes Alex mcdoland and andrew hodges and I were chit chattng. I said that I use the Brian Rhodes Idex, that is. How far back I am from him since he a kick ass swimmer. Andrew is a scientist or something equally insane and he started calling the BRI. Turns out this swim was a 4-5 .(minutes) on the BRI. That’s not great. My best BRI is 2-3.

Out on the bike I knew I had to take some risks. So when a sick fast group of who somehow swam slower then me came by I went with em. We did 26+ miles in the first hour and we catching lots of people. this was FUN and at one of the turn around I took a split, we were 6 minutes down. Not loosing any time to the leaders. The course is mosty flat and there were huge groups riding together, mostly legally. No one was sitting on a wheel. 10 meters however isn’t the easiest distance to judge and the zebras were quick with the drafting calls. Its amazing just how close they call pros. If you are 9 meters you get tagged. The penalty tents were packed. Honestly I don’t think this is an ethical problem, justpart of racing. Sometimes you close the gap just a touch or can’t make the pass, and you get napped. Its not like the age group peletons you see where people are inches off the wheel. Anyways, with 30k to go I came updone. I lost some big chucks of time and just faded. That said I have faded in the end of a bike and hammered out a good run.

Out on the course I saw the leaders and realized I need to have a great run on a mostly off road course in heat that as hitting 90 with humidity to finish within 8 percent to keep my pro card. I set my body on the pace I needed and hammered out 7 miles at that pace (6-6:30). I got chills. I saw spots. Then I got another split and realized I had slowed to much. I tried to pick it up but then the wheels really came off. I walked a mile. I thanked volunteers. I cheered people. I finished. I hobbled the last 5k as fast as I could because I didn’t want to miss checkout at the hotel.

Here is the commentary:

 1) my swim is a weakness. Its really bad when I race without a wetsuit in shorter races. I need to fix this. With a wetsuit my BRI is half.

2) At this level people are unreal good.

 3) At this level people are specialized. Half guys are half guys. I am not one of them. Lance Armstrong doesn’t win sprint stages or crits at the top level. I am an ironman, first and formost and with all the money in the 70.3 and the itu guys looking to cash in post china, its a hard place to race. Silke and were talking about this last night as I was in the airport and she stuck on I 95 and she is now racing crits against women who have 300 crit wins. Its hard to race the best at what they do best.

4) You have to take risks sometimes. You look around at all the guys who blow up, dnf, or win, they are all rolling the dice. Sometimes it pays off. Sometimes it doesn’t.

5) Blue hair is very fast, maybe too fast as I blew up.

(pic: I found THE best vegan joint (for central FL), Ethos.  I hung out there both night, and ate so well and watched the tattoos go by from my sofa as the place spun good music.)