Wednesday, June 30

quebec carnage

I have always been convinced that my tolerance to the cold was large in part to my scandinavian babysitter; who in the middle of winter would nap me outside. Now I sleep with the window open until things get below minus 15 (give or take), and when the window is closed I wake up constantly with a dry throat.

I have always felt like those afternoon nap sessions in the cold allowed me to wear sandals 7 months of the year and pass along my sweater vest when my company feels a chill. But now after loosing all of my arm and leg hair in a shaving incident the combination of shade and breeze on a 25 degree day sends me running for a sweater.

I shaved my legs last weekend as was off to the land of poutine for the first ITU race of the season. After Canadian Nationals last year in Kelowna I was determined to have a better swim, bike so I was pulling out all of the stops.

With a 80 man field on a pontune start into a canal I knew things were going to get messy. I put my head down for the first 200m and pushed the pace knowing that it was worth burning a match to get out in front of the mayhem. At the 200m mark I looked up and I was solo; with a couple by meters up on the next guy. I immediately eased off the throttle and let Andrew McCartney and Kalen Darling come by, I hooked onto their feet and settled in for the rest of the swim.

On the bike the three of us worked together until about the 6 km mark where we were caught by a 15 person chase group. That group loosely worked together until the first big crash at the 30km mark of the bike. Lets just say epic; end over end carbon shards and bloody legs all over the place. This was the reason for silky smooth legs, not that mine were involved in the skin removal process.

After avoiding the 'altercation' I bridged back up to the lead pack and rode with a little more caution for the remaining 10km. With a mediocre t2 I was off to the races, I was out like a bat out of hell reeling guys in like crazy for the first 4km, then I hit the wall and suffered through the final stages.

15 overall, good for some points and experience! Next up San Francisco!

Saturday, June 19

BBQ blues

It seems as though every summer at least a couple of my old buddies try to tackle the 'greatest bbq' of all time. Last nights venture was no different, my buddy Gabe provided the steak, salad, wings, vegetable kabobs and enough liquor to tame a small town in Saskatchewan. With over 70 people 'floating' through the party; social pressure to drink and gorge is off the charts. To ensure that I did not over eat I jumped on the the dual bbq set up and worked my magic. Cooking for seventy kept me just busy enough not to attack the waves of food pouring off the grill. As for the drinking I keep a glass with soda water and ice by my side and nobody knows the difference.

With two epic bbqs under my belt I can safely say that I was the lamest dude at each party. Not that I can't hold a decent conversation but I avoid the chant, duck the beer bong and exit before the tequila starts flowing. Both parties I pulled the chute before midnight insighting a fair amount of heckling for exiting the party 'just as its getting started'.

To keep me focused on the prize I constantly think about grabbing two five pound dumbbells in transition before the run. That seems to be a good deterrent to double fisting the beers all night.

Sunday, June 13

race reflections

I have been thinking long and hard about this post, if I were hand writing this out my floor would be covered in frustrated little paper balls. I have read race reports in the past that deviate from what you can control into the realm of an insurances companys version of 'mother nature'. After consulting with a few key individuals in my life I have chosen to focus on how this race can fuel my fire.

The race day started off smooth, I have started to notice that my focus and ability to get my stuff in line pre race is smooth and stress free. Jumping into the water I was calm, I knew that I would be able to get away from the mayhem and get comfortable out front. As I reached the first buoy I latched onto the feet of a couple of strong young guys from the National Training Centre in Victoria. I spent the rest of the swim with the idea that I was not going to burn a match until the bike.

The bike was smooth I was able to get in the zone and push the pedals, I did not have my bike computer as it would not pick up a satellite signal the night before so I was flying blind. It is a interesting mindset out front on the bike, until I hit the turn around point I really had no idea where anybody was. By the turn around point I had put some time into the two young guys behind me and despite Marcotte the rest of the field seemed to be spread out way behind the top 5. It was great to hear people shouting out props on the way home that always jacks me up.

As I headed into t2 I felt loose and ready to rock, I was confident in my run and really excited to test things out. The first 6 km of the run felt great and like the 10km two weeks ago my form faltered and my quads tightened up. Im sure my pace per km slowed considerably over the last 4 km. At just passed the 8km mark I was passed by both of the young guns and i did not have any gears to stick with them. I finished up third overall but with a far stronger performance then last year.

Not my best day out there but some positive that I'm taking from the race.
1. My bike and swim are strong
2. I was able to get in the zone for a couple of minutes at a time.
3. My pre-race routine is really starting to click

Three things that I need to work on
1. Bike to Run fitness
2. Running School, a, b, c, and bounding
3. Increasing my running load
4. Strength training, physio, yoga

Over the past couple of seasons I have always found it challenging racing and coaching at the same event. I really feel that I can give neither my true focus. But the rewards of sharing success with the Triathlon Club are far greater then any personal victory.

Overall a good race and I'm excited to tune things going into the summer!

Tuesday, June 8

whats in your purse?

Throughout my life I have always raised a eyebrow when I see a woman caring around a large handbag with all of her life's needs. Mostly I just attribute it to years of residual build up. Lately I have realized that I have entered this select group of pouch barring individuals. My messenger bag has become a "man purse", now I see people raising the eyebrow at me. (could be the man purse, could be the extremely short shorts).

Now you ask, what exactly makes up the seven pound bird purse. Well,

1. 5mm allan key
2. 8m allan key (bottom bracket tightening)
3. patch kit
4. 3 tire levers
5. CO2 and chuck (empty)
6. Power Tap computer
7. Sunnto Watch
8. Spork (spoon fork)
9. Goggles
10. Eye Drops
11. Phone
12. Wallet
13. Oakley Radars
12. Close Pin?
13. Spare Tube
14. Ipod + headphones
15. 3 white board markers
16. Pen
17. 3 Power Bars
18. Granola Bar
19. Orange
20. Rear wheel skewer

Ahhh, how therapeutic!