Well, after my sudden increase in running volume last week I guess something had to give. I have never experienced an Achilles tendon injury but the last several days I have been attempting to do what I can to make it better. It is not really injured, that is probably not the right word, but it is a nagging tender area that I am afraid to make worse. It doesn't cause me to limp and it doesn't cause me pain. What I really feel is tightness. I should probably do some more stretching before and after my runs.
It is funny because I never felt tired or fatigued on my 90 minute plus runs. It seems my aerobic capacity is top notch but my joints and tendons have forgotten what the constant pounding on the pavement feels like. Both my mom and dad used to be great marathon runners so I did a little interviewing and both of them basically had the same philosophy on marathon training; lots and lots of miles. My mom, for years ran 10 to 15 miles a day with a long 20 mile run on Saturday or Sunday. My dad's training sounded similar. "There were weeks I would run 100 or more miles, and do that for a month or two" he would say. I feel as though the training and distance aspect is possible but staying injury free is another matter. I know I shouldn't just give up but I really REALLY want to start riding my bike and swimming again, especially when things aren't working right.
On a good note, I look forward to some deep powder night skiing tonight at good old Mount Spokane! They have gotten almost a foot in the last 24 hours!
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Running in the Snow
Yesterday I got to run in the snow for the first time in over two years. I was excited to see the old trails and get a nice long solid run in while tromping through the fresh white powder. I was shooting for at least 90 minutes of running but after a mile the snow got old and it was downhill (or in terms of running, uphill) from there.
The sweats I was wearing quickly caked up with ice and began melting through my cloths. My old Mizuno shoes were also collecting hard ice packs in the hollowed out heel cup and made running difficult. It was like running with a golf ball on my heel. Every few minutes I had to keep stopping to dig the ice out so pretty soon my fingers were numb. After a half hour of hoping things would improve, and seeing that they weren't, I had had enough and turned around.
I have come to realize that I have been spoiled in Las Cruces, New Mexico. It is always sunny and at least 60 degrees most of the time. Cold is tolerable with the right clothing but the minute moisture is factored into the equation... BRRR!!! I don't know how the people of the Inland Northwest do this winter thing but they are good.
The sweats I was wearing quickly caked up with ice and began melting through my cloths. My old Mizuno shoes were also collecting hard ice packs in the hollowed out heel cup and made running difficult. It was like running with a golf ball on my heel. Every few minutes I had to keep stopping to dig the ice out so pretty soon my fingers were numb. After a half hour of hoping things would improve, and seeing that they weren't, I had had enough and turned around.
I have come to realize that I have been spoiled in Las Cruces, New Mexico. It is always sunny and at least 60 degrees most of the time. Cold is tolerable with the right clothing but the minute moisture is factored into the equation... BRRR!!! I don't know how the people of the Inland Northwest do this winter thing but they are good.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
The Mile
A couple of weeks ago I went ahead and made some public remarks about my running goals for this up coming spring. The first goal on my list was to best my mile PR set all the way back in high school when I was 17. It is a lofty goal to reach yes, but it can be done. The idea for today's workout was to go out and race a mile solo (unless you count Brianne who had the watch) and see just what sort of performance I could muster.
Running the first lap I made an important mental point to not go out too fast because I was racing solo. So, naturally, I went out too fast. By the 800m mark I was beginning to feel like a cooked turkey. The last two laps were nothing less than torturous but manageable. Although the time was decent, I definitely did not break any records.
Since this is the very end of the fall semester it marks the perfect transition point to start preparing for the spring season ahead. I will be heading back to Spokane, WA soon for a short break and will gradually start my LSD regime. LSD = Long Slow Distance (not what you think). Miles right now are important and a smart way to keep yourself injury free later down the road (no pun intended). At least in theory. Then maybe in six to eight weeks time, break out the strength exercises and hills. Finally after all of that work come the intervals. Hopefully my motivation lasts and the next semester will be kind to me.
Until next time, run happy.
Running the first lap I made an important mental point to not go out too fast because I was racing solo. So, naturally, I went out too fast. By the 800m mark I was beginning to feel like a cooked turkey. The last two laps were nothing less than torturous but manageable. Although the time was decent, I definitely did not break any records.
Since this is the very end of the fall semester it marks the perfect transition point to start preparing for the spring season ahead. I will be heading back to Spokane, WA soon for a short break and will gradually start my LSD regime. LSD = Long Slow Distance (not what you think). Miles right now are important and a smart way to keep yourself injury free later down the road (no pun intended). At least in theory. Then maybe in six to eight weeks time, break out the strength exercises and hills. Finally after all of that work come the intervals. Hopefully my motivation lasts and the next semester will be kind to me.
Until next time, run happy.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Feeling Good on the Run
I have taken a couple of days off from running. It wasn't something I really wanted, but I had to. This is finals week at NMSU and things, like always, get pretty hairy around this time. I was doing a fairly good job of keeping up on my running consistency but sometimes life just forces you to take another direction. I read and hear about all other graduate students who still stay fully involved with triathlon and continue to preform well. I keep wondering just how this is possible. I have tried working things out in my head as well as on paper and my findings are always the same. There just isn't enough time. Either that or I must be the most inefficient and dumbest graduate student ever... or an over achiever. Maybe I need to learn to say "no" more.
Anyway I took a few days off from running and it was killing me. I feel so antsy and nervous when I sit on my ass all day. After getting scolded again for forgetting an important meeting I needed to do something. I came straight home, put on my running shoes and zipped out the door. It felt wonderful to feel the fresh air in my face and leave my cell phone at home. Besides the wind feeling good in my face, my legs felt good too. Real good. After those two days off I must have been experiencing a little mini peak. Any runner knows the feeling I think. Your legs just seem to be spinning around nice and fluid like and you realize you have probably been running 5:30 mile pace for the last 20 minutes. Yes it was nice to finally get the feeling again. And it was nice to just plain feel again too. Thanks good run!
Anyway I took a few days off from running and it was killing me. I feel so antsy and nervous when I sit on my ass all day. After getting scolded again for forgetting an important meeting I needed to do something. I came straight home, put on my running shoes and zipped out the door. It felt wonderful to feel the fresh air in my face and leave my cell phone at home. Besides the wind feeling good in my face, my legs felt good too. Real good. After those two days off I must have been experiencing a little mini peak. Any runner knows the feeling I think. Your legs just seem to be spinning around nice and fluid like and you realize you have probably been running 5:30 mile pace for the last 20 minutes. Yes it was nice to finally get the feeling again. And it was nice to just plain feel again too. Thanks good run!
Thursday, December 2, 2010
More Plants From Big Bend National Park
Echinocereus triglochidatus, Claret Cup Cactus.
Jatropha dioca, Leather Stem. An alien looking plant that reminds me of a miniature Baobab tree.
Cylendropuntia leptpcaulis, Christmas Cactus.
Euphorbia antisyphilitica, Candelilla. Long ago wax used to be extracted from this plant.
Nicotiana glauca, Tree Tobacco.
Opuntia rufida, Blind Prickly Pear Cactus.
Coryphantha echinus, a new cactus find for me. This species grows mostly in Mexico.
Opuntia macrocentra, Black Spine Prickly Pear.
Opuntia violacea, Purple Prickly Pear.
Echinocereus viridiflorus, Rainbow Cactus.
Ferocactus haematacanthus, Turks Head Cactus. This is a species of barrel cactus I have never seen before.Wednesday, December 1, 2010
You Know, I Miss Swimming
Last week I watched our NMSU Triathlon team take on the NMSU lifeguard team in a game of water polo. To be honest, I thought the game would be a lost effort. There was positively no way we could beat the lifeguards in a water polo match, but we did! We won! After Thanksgiving break we played them again. This time the match was rough. In the first half we were evenly matched. In the second half the big-macho-overly-aggressive and pumped-up-with-way-to-much-testosterone-for-an-intramural-coed-water-polo-game lifeguards pulled away for the win. Yeah I was a little frustrated.
Watching this game did not get me excited for a rematch water polo game. However, what watching this game did for me was to remind me how much I actually did miss swimming. I look at myself in the mirror now and I can't believe just how much my body physiology has changed since June. I am weak and I am getting weaker. At least my upper body.
I always seem to reach a point where I say to myself, "Okay, that is enough, I'm getting slightly tired and bored of this now and it is just not motivating anymore." What I think I am referring to is running. The minute it get easy for me I seem to loose interest. But that is the whole point right? When the effort becomes easy you start getting good (better).
I think, even though this blog entry has completely derailed from where I intended it to go, I should just spell out my goals for my rediscovered running passion.
1. Break my high school mile PR (aka: 4:20)
2. Run a 33:00 10K
3. Run a solid half marathon (~1:15)
4. Run a solid marathon without bonking.
So there you have it. With luck, after posting these goals and making them public, my mind will remain sharp and focused on these new goals. Never mind those silly water polo games. Even though I miss triathlon dearly, I feel it is important to return to my original strength and build on things from there.
Watching this game did not get me excited for a rematch water polo game. However, what watching this game did for me was to remind me how much I actually did miss swimming. I look at myself in the mirror now and I can't believe just how much my body physiology has changed since June. I am weak and I am getting weaker. At least my upper body.
I always seem to reach a point where I say to myself, "Okay, that is enough, I'm getting slightly tired and bored of this now and it is just not motivating anymore." What I think I am referring to is running. The minute it get easy for me I seem to loose interest. But that is the whole point right? When the effort becomes easy you start getting good (better).
I think, even though this blog entry has completely derailed from where I intended it to go, I should just spell out my goals for my rediscovered running passion.
1. Break my high school mile PR (aka: 4:20)
2. Run a 33:00 10K
3. Run a solid half marathon (~1:15)
4. Run a solid marathon without bonking.
So there you have it. With luck, after posting these goals and making them public, my mind will remain sharp and focused on these new goals. Never mind those silly water polo games. Even though I miss triathlon dearly, I feel it is important to return to my original strength and build on things from there.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Big Bend National Park
I have been incredibly excited to share this wonderful trip Brianne and I had at Big Bend National Park over most of the Thanksgiving Day break. Ever since leaving our campsite yesterday morning I have been trying to work out in my head just what I would like to share. Like always I want to share everything and post every picture but that is just not possible. Instead I will just give some of the major highlights.
Brianne and I left Las Cruces early Sunday morning and arrived in Big Bend mid day. I was ironically still grumpy from having to do my room mates dishes yet again since they left a pile in the sink and didn't think to do them before they left for break. But that is not what I am here to talk about. I was sadly grumpy upon arrival to Big Bend and it was starting to wear on Brianne. We both just wanted to figure out just what the heck we were doing and how to obtain a one night back country permit. I nervously approached the front desk and proceeded to mumble awkward incoherent sentence fragments to the park ranger asking for a back country permit when in actuality, I hadn't really thought about where it was I wanted to go. I left the main office looking for Brianne and to discuss where exactly we wanted to go. Brianne, the observant one, found the back country permit office and we sat down together with a strange, overly polite, young, ranger lady to plan our trip. After a briefing of the hazards and a detailed explanation of how to take a poo in the woods, we were set for four fantastic days in the park.
Cooking pancakes for breakfast the first morning in Big Bend.
I accidentally stumbled upon this rare cactus, the Nipple Cactus (Mammillaria heydera) while looking at some Lechuguilla Agave. The main portion of the plant grows mostly underground and only the very top flat portion of the plant is photosynthetic.
We spent the first two nights in Pine Canyon at the base of the Chisos Mountains. We were the last camp on the primitive road so our privacy was at a premium. The first evening we ran up the primitive dirt road into the canyon. It was a short run but it felt good to get out and stretch our legs. Darkness approached quickly and before we knew it (like 5:30) it was bed time. I was worried the nights would be very cold because this is after all late November. But the desert was not yet ready for winter and the nights stayed very mild. A gentle desert breeze blew all night and Brianne and I watched the sun set and the full moon rise in total silence. It has been a long time since I have heard total silence.
Day two and our plan was to hike all the way up Pine Canyon to the dry waterfall. The hike began in the warm high desert grasslands and progressed through a smorgasbord of unique plants found no where else in the world. We passed the Drooping Junipers (Juniperis flaccida), Texas Madrones (Arbutus xalapensis), and finally at the end of the trail we were among the Bigtooth Maples (Acer grandidentatum). The park had not seen not a drop of water in over two months so it was no surprise the waterfall was dry.
Here I am inspecting a Harvard Agave (Agave havardiana) in Pine Canyon.
Later that day, after a brief nap, Brianne and I made our way down from the mild grasslands into the hot dry Chihuahuan Desert to see the Rio Grande river. There in the low desert, more unique plants greeted us as well as Illegal Mexicans trying to sell us worthless hiking stick and "souvenirs". Man, we can never catch a break, even in the most isolated place in the lower 48 states people try to sell you crap. Anyway, we were there to see the Boquillas Canyon and do a little run. It was a little disappointing but that's likely due to the fact that everywhere you turned the people from Mexico where shouting at us from across the river or trying to get us to buy their worthless crap. It's such a discouraging culture sometimes.
Here I am inspecting one of my favorite plants, an Ocotillo (Fouqueria splendens). In times of drought they lose their leaves, however, their stems remain slightly green and are still able to photosynthesize despite the drought going on around them.
One of my favorite cacti is the Blue Barrel Cactus (Echinocactus horizonthalonius). They have a deep bluish-green flesh with large bright pink flowers.
This was a new cactus find for me. It is the Devil's Cholla Cactus (Grusonia kunzei). It formed low mats on the desert floor and looked like tufts of grass from a distance.
Day three was the "big day". Brianne and I would be hiking deep into the High Chisos Mountains to the Southeast Rim which falls away some 5,000 feet to the desert floor. We would be sleeping there, on the ridge, which was situated at an elevation of 7,400 feet. We took only enough water to last us through the night and little food which consisted of 4 Clif Bars and 2 cans of beans. Our gear consisted of sleeping bags, tent, warm jacket, warm pants, hat and gloves. That was it. I was sure we would freeze but ironically it wasn't the cold that was our biggest fear, it was the mountain lions.
Brianne sitting on the edge of the south east rim of the Chisos Mountains admiring the view. On a clear day you can see 250 miles.
I definitely didn't win any fashion points while hiking.
I was positive the mountain lions would leave us alone but Brianne was spooked beyond belief once the sun set. I tried to stay calm and assure her that mountain lions don't just come plowing through your tent in the middle of the night to rip you apart... That was until I heard the noise outside.
We both were dead silent, straining to hear it again. My heart was beating fast and hard and Brianne's eyes were as big as golf balls. Yes, there was definitely something out there and it was getting closer. When it was just yards from the tent I shouted "Hey!" In an attempt to scare it away with a "booming" human voice (that I don't have). It didn't scare. "Oh no!" I thought, "It had to be a mountain lion not afraid of humans." My heart was still pounding hard and I thought about reaching for my knife but slowly reached for the head lamp instead. I shined it outside the little tent window expecting to see a drooling lion looking right back at me. But what I saw was even worse. I saw nothing. A minute later Brianne whispered to me that we should put our bags (that were in the tent) into the bear box 20 feet away. I'm like "WHAT!?!" There is something hungry out there and you want me to just waltz out of the tent, completely vulnerable, and casually put this food in the box. She just smiled.
So now I am psyching myself up, getting ready to dash out of the tent with the back packs. The moment comes and I open the door and step outside fully expecting to get tackled from behind but instead, I am greeted to a family of small deer. What the...? They were not even remotely startled by my presence, and in fact, I felt better because if a family of deer were so calm then there must be no mountain lions. Yay! Now we can finally calm down and go to sleep.
Now it is day four and our last camp will be in the Ocotillo Grove in the low Chihuahuan Desert. Temperatures there were probably in the mid to upper 80's but as long as you stayed out of the direct sun it was rather pleasant. Still, the upper 80's in late November is pretty weird for me. Later we drove down to Santa Elena Canyon to poke around. Again I found some great photo opportunities and some more great plants. I ran into a strange member of the Tobacco family called the Tree Tobacco (Nicoiana glauca) and saw the only member of the Pineapple Family or Bromeliaceae growing in this part of the country. I'll be the first to admit that seeing a wild bromeliad for the first time was pretty exciting.
The Texas False-Agave (Hechtia texensis) is not an agave but a member of the pineapple or bromeliad family.
Santa Elena Canyon was amazing. Note the three small kayakers.
The final morning I rose early and was treated to one last great sunrise. As corny as it sounds it was as if Big Bend knew I was leaving and in its farewell, gave me one last present. For the next 20 minutes in complete silence and beauty I watched the sky turn all the shades of blue to pink to orange to red. But like all great things it came to an end. Brianne and I then loaded up the truck and proceeded back to El Paso and ultimately home to Las Cruces.
The final sunrise in Big Bend National Park as seen from our campsite in Ocotillo Grove.
Brianne and I left Las Cruces early Sunday morning and arrived in Big Bend mid day. I was ironically still grumpy from having to do my room mates dishes yet again since they left a pile in the sink and didn't think to do them before they left for break. But that is not what I am here to talk about. I was sadly grumpy upon arrival to Big Bend and it was starting to wear on Brianne. We both just wanted to figure out just what the heck we were doing and how to obtain a one night back country permit. I nervously approached the front desk and proceeded to mumble awkward incoherent sentence fragments to the park ranger asking for a back country permit when in actuality, I hadn't really thought about where it was I wanted to go. I left the main office looking for Brianne and to discuss where exactly we wanted to go. Brianne, the observant one, found the back country permit office and we sat down together with a strange, overly polite, young, ranger lady to plan our trip. After a briefing of the hazards and a detailed explanation of how to take a poo in the woods, we were set for four fantastic days in the park.
Cooking pancakes for breakfast the first morning in Big Bend.
I accidentally stumbled upon this rare cactus, the Nipple Cactus (Mammillaria heydera) while looking at some Lechuguilla Agave. The main portion of the plant grows mostly underground and only the very top flat portion of the plant is photosynthetic.
We spent the first two nights in Pine Canyon at the base of the Chisos Mountains. We were the last camp on the primitive road so our privacy was at a premium. The first evening we ran up the primitive dirt road into the canyon. It was a short run but it felt good to get out and stretch our legs. Darkness approached quickly and before we knew it (like 5:30) it was bed time. I was worried the nights would be very cold because this is after all late November. But the desert was not yet ready for winter and the nights stayed very mild. A gentle desert breeze blew all night and Brianne and I watched the sun set and the full moon rise in total silence. It has been a long time since I have heard total silence.
Day two and our plan was to hike all the way up Pine Canyon to the dry waterfall. The hike began in the warm high desert grasslands and progressed through a smorgasbord of unique plants found no where else in the world. We passed the Drooping Junipers (Juniperis flaccida), Texas Madrones (Arbutus xalapensis), and finally at the end of the trail we were among the Bigtooth Maples (Acer grandidentatum). The park had not seen not a drop of water in over two months so it was no surprise the waterfall was dry.
Here I am inspecting a Harvard Agave (Agave havardiana) in Pine Canyon.
Later that day, after a brief nap, Brianne and I made our way down from the mild grasslands into the hot dry Chihuahuan Desert to see the Rio Grande river. There in the low desert, more unique plants greeted us as well as Illegal Mexicans trying to sell us worthless hiking stick and "souvenirs". Man, we can never catch a break, even in the most isolated place in the lower 48 states people try to sell you crap. Anyway, we were there to see the Boquillas Canyon and do a little run. It was a little disappointing but that's likely due to the fact that everywhere you turned the people from Mexico where shouting at us from across the river or trying to get us to buy their worthless crap. It's such a discouraging culture sometimes.
Here I am inspecting one of my favorite plants, an Ocotillo (Fouqueria splendens). In times of drought they lose their leaves, however, their stems remain slightly green and are still able to photosynthesize despite the drought going on around them.
One of my favorite cacti is the Blue Barrel Cactus (Echinocactus horizonthalonius). They have a deep bluish-green flesh with large bright pink flowers.
This was a new cactus find for me. It is the Devil's Cholla Cactus (Grusonia kunzei). It formed low mats on the desert floor and looked like tufts of grass from a distance.
Day three was the "big day". Brianne and I would be hiking deep into the High Chisos Mountains to the Southeast Rim which falls away some 5,000 feet to the desert floor. We would be sleeping there, on the ridge, which was situated at an elevation of 7,400 feet. We took only enough water to last us through the night and little food which consisted of 4 Clif Bars and 2 cans of beans. Our gear consisted of sleeping bags, tent, warm jacket, warm pants, hat and gloves. That was it. I was sure we would freeze but ironically it wasn't the cold that was our biggest fear, it was the mountain lions.
Brianne sitting on the edge of the south east rim of the Chisos Mountains admiring the view. On a clear day you can see 250 miles.
I definitely didn't win any fashion points while hiking.
I was positive the mountain lions would leave us alone but Brianne was spooked beyond belief once the sun set. I tried to stay calm and assure her that mountain lions don't just come plowing through your tent in the middle of the night to rip you apart... That was until I heard the noise outside.
We both were dead silent, straining to hear it again. My heart was beating fast and hard and Brianne's eyes were as big as golf balls. Yes, there was definitely something out there and it was getting closer. When it was just yards from the tent I shouted "Hey!" In an attempt to scare it away with a "booming" human voice (that I don't have). It didn't scare. "Oh no!" I thought, "It had to be a mountain lion not afraid of humans." My heart was still pounding hard and I thought about reaching for my knife but slowly reached for the head lamp instead. I shined it outside the little tent window expecting to see a drooling lion looking right back at me. But what I saw was even worse. I saw nothing. A minute later Brianne whispered to me that we should put our bags (that were in the tent) into the bear box 20 feet away. I'm like "WHAT!?!" There is something hungry out there and you want me to just waltz out of the tent, completely vulnerable, and casually put this food in the box. She just smiled.
So now I am psyching myself up, getting ready to dash out of the tent with the back packs. The moment comes and I open the door and step outside fully expecting to get tackled from behind but instead, I am greeted to a family of small deer. What the...? They were not even remotely startled by my presence, and in fact, I felt better because if a family of deer were so calm then there must be no mountain lions. Yay! Now we can finally calm down and go to sleep.
Now it is day four and our last camp will be in the Ocotillo Grove in the low Chihuahuan Desert. Temperatures there were probably in the mid to upper 80's but as long as you stayed out of the direct sun it was rather pleasant. Still, the upper 80's in late November is pretty weird for me. Later we drove down to Santa Elena Canyon to poke around. Again I found some great photo opportunities and some more great plants. I ran into a strange member of the Tobacco family called the Tree Tobacco (Nicoiana glauca) and saw the only member of the Pineapple Family or Bromeliaceae growing in this part of the country. I'll be the first to admit that seeing a wild bromeliad for the first time was pretty exciting.
The Texas False-Agave (Hechtia texensis) is not an agave but a member of the pineapple or bromeliad family.
Santa Elena Canyon was amazing. Note the three small kayakers.
The final morning I rose early and was treated to one last great sunrise. As corny as it sounds it was as if Big Bend knew I was leaving and in its farewell, gave me one last present. For the next 20 minutes in complete silence and beauty I watched the sky turn all the shades of blue to pink to orange to red. But like all great things it came to an end. Brianne and I then loaded up the truck and proceeded back to El Paso and ultimately home to Las Cruces.
The final sunrise in Big Bend National Park as seen from our campsite in Ocotillo Grove.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Big Bend for Thanksgiving
It is only 3 more days until Brianne and I venture deep into the most remote corner of the lower 48 states. We are going to Big Bend National Park! Yeah! I am pretty excited to take a break from work/school and even more excited to go somewhere I have never been. Yesterday I bought a sleeping bag and a backpack (turns out it was the wrong one and I will have to go back and replace it). All we need now is some food and water, and maybe some warm clothes. Big Bend is in the heart of the Chihuahuan Desert but the nights still get pretty cold. Big Bend also has more cacti species than any other area in the United States, even Saguaro National Park. (Cacti nerd alert.)
Concerning our traveling Brianne and I are kind of weird because we both agreed that this trip will be more fun and feel more like an adventure if we barely get by meaning, we will bring only the bare essentials. Food, water, warm cloths, tent, etc...) That sounded pretty fun initially but unless Adam gets his cup of coffee there will likely be utter confusion and drowsiness associated with simple daily activities such as tying his shoe.
Never the less, I am still excited and I will be sure to carry my camera and take some photos at every opportunity. After Big Bend (if we are still alive) we will have a Thanksgiving dinner graciously provided by Brianne's Dad and family.
I guess that just about wraps up this quick little time line. So if you don't hear from me in a week or two I am probably still stick in Big Bend having an adventure.
Concerning our traveling Brianne and I are kind of weird because we both agreed that this trip will be more fun and feel more like an adventure if we barely get by meaning, we will bring only the bare essentials. Food, water, warm cloths, tent, etc...) That sounded pretty fun initially but unless Adam gets his cup of coffee there will likely be utter confusion and drowsiness associated with simple daily activities such as tying his shoe.
Never the less, I am still excited and I will be sure to carry my camera and take some photos at every opportunity. After Big Bend (if we are still alive) we will have a Thanksgiving dinner graciously provided by Brianne's Dad and family.
I guess that just about wraps up this quick little time line. So if you don't hear from me in a week or two I am probably still stick in Big Bend having an adventure.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Once a Runner
Once I used to run. I used to run a lot. I ran in elementary school, I ran in middle school, and I ran in high school. I even tried to run in college but it didn't work out (mostly due to the coach). Now once again I am a runner. For the past two weeks or so I have been running nearly every day. I take a day off here and there but for the most part, if I didn't run in the morning, I try to run in the evening.
Yesterday was probably the longest day of running (in terms of minutes on my feet) and I could definitely feel that effort today. After 30 minutes I was struggling to keep myself from walking. Sometimes when I run with Brianne she feels the need to walk and I just can't understand why. I tell her if you are tired just slow down, but don't walk. Well, if Brianne was running with me this morning she would probably be telling me the same thing. It was all I could do the keep a steady shuffle ticking over.
I think it's a good thing to not feel 100% all of the time. It lets me know that changes are happening in my body and after I come out of the slump I will be as good as new and perhaps a little better. So I believe as of now, after a few weeks of consistent running, some ups and downs, and a new source of inspiration, I am a runner once again.
Yesterday was probably the longest day of running (in terms of minutes on my feet) and I could definitely feel that effort today. After 30 minutes I was struggling to keep myself from walking. Sometimes when I run with Brianne she feels the need to walk and I just can't understand why. I tell her if you are tired just slow down, but don't walk. Well, if Brianne was running with me this morning she would probably be telling me the same thing. It was all I could do the keep a steady shuffle ticking over.
I think it's a good thing to not feel 100% all of the time. It lets me know that changes are happening in my body and after I come out of the slump I will be as good as new and perhaps a little better. So I believe as of now, after a few weeks of consistent running, some ups and downs, and a new source of inspiration, I am a runner once again.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Organ Mts.
It has been a long time between posts, I know, but I never truly felt I had anything amazing or important to share. Plus nobody reads my blog except you Christy, Brianne, and Mom. Well I still don't have anything important to share except a few neat pictures I took the other weekend in the Organ Mountains. I will only post one but if you would like to see more go to:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/adamblalock/
I will try to post more often even if it is really not that interesting. A short entry is still better than no blog entry.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/adamblalock/
I will try to post more often even if it is really not that interesting. A short entry is still better than no blog entry.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Elephant Man Triathlon
Like always I have lots to talk about but not a whole great deal of time to do it. So by the time you read this I may have already been working on it for a couple of days or even weeks, but I hope it doesn't get that bad. But anyway, I was just going to share a little bit about how the Elephant Man Triathlon went this past weekend.
The swim started off pretty easy. I did not put a big surge in right away to get away from everyone but rather, I just sat in the group for a little bit. I was not planning on having a fast fantastic swim (due to not swimming much since the broken rib) so I was for the most part, just biding my time. Someone started swimming on my legs and back after a little while and I'm like, "Dude! you have the whole lake here, please back off." I did a little zig-zag to get him off of me but he was still hitting me. Then I decided to give him the old motor boat routine by kicking really hard making a lot of bubbles and splashing to hopefully ditch the little limpet. It worked and I was finally able to swim in peace.
We turned the first buoy and began swimming directly into the worst chop I have ever swam in. A couple of times while breathing I inhaled a ton of water and had to resort to the breast stroke for a little while to avoid a total panic. If I was really struggling to swim without freaking out, what must the less experienced swimmers be feeling? Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we rounded the final buoy and swam for shore. At least now the waves were at our side.
Arriving in transition one I did my best at wresting off my wetsuit and putting on my biking gear. I have yet to master the flying mount with my shoes attached to the pedals but right now, at my level, I don't really think it matters. As I started pedaling my knees kept hitting my GU packets taped to my top tube so I ripped them off and stuffed them in my pocket. I biked behind a fellow biker for a while trying to catch my breath and then, once I did, it was time to go.
I tried to stick to my pre race plan which involved staying conservative the first few miles of the bike ride. Staying conservative for me, and probably everyone else, was hard and the miles went by very slowly. I struggled to get out of my little chain ring and I was not making up very much ground on anyone. Then I remembered the choppy swim and looked around and saw the culprit whistling through the bent over trees and grasses. The wind was right in our faces and it was a pretty substantial one. I thought, "Ah! no wonder this is so hard." So it was now, I realized, this would be the time to really open it up and see what time I could take out. But when I asked my legs for more power they didn't respond. They didn't feel bad but not good either. They just felt tired and a little unmotivated. Again and again I kept backing the effort off in an attempt to get them firing on all cylinders when I stepped back on the gas. But the results were always the same, nothing.
A few miles into the bike course, long time triathlon veteran (and one hell of a cyclist) Hector Tovar comes up behind me and moves into the lead. Before the race I knew it was possible for me to have the best bike split of the day so Hector's pass did not put me into the best mood. However, I had a lot of confidence in my run and as long as I didn't let Hector get too far ahead (better yet, as long as Hector didn't bike too much farther ahead) I should be able to pull him back on the run.
Hector hit transition two about two minutes ahead of me I figured, maybe a little more. Immediately I started doing some calculations in my head and was trying to figure out just when I would catch him. If the best run split last year was 37 minutes and most everyone was 38 minutes, I would probably need a 36 something to pull back Hector.
I asked myself, "Was it doable?
Yes of course!" I answered (I really do have conversations like this in my head during races.) and I actually had a goal of running faster than what I needed to probably pull back Hector.
Once on the run I was having the same feelings I did on the bike. I did not feel bad bit I didn't feel good either. I made the mistake of forgetting socks so by mile 2 I was already feeling blisters to form. I never run without socks and now I remember why. Each time there was a long strait away I could see Hector ahead of me. I was luckily making up ground but it was slow. Despite making up ground my feelings were starting to head south while heading out to the turn around around mile 3. I was thinking how this would be my last serious race for a long time and mentally I think I was already done. I had surrendered to Hector before the race was even over.
I saw Hector at the turn around and probably still had a minute to make up on him. I was tired but still kept on trucking. I poured water all over my head and just tried to keep my legs ticking over. Still as tired and as mentally unmotivated as I was I still seemed to be making up ground with every stride. With a mile to go Hector was less than a minute ahead of me and I fought hard to find that extra little bit I knew I had. I however, never found that extra little bit and Hector crossed the line just 28 seconds in front of me. Clay Moseley (a former gold medalist in the individual time trial) beat us both so I was third. It was an improvement over last year but for whatever reason to me, it felt anti-climactic.
Looking back on this race I think it is clear that I need another break. Not so much physical but mental. It is time to get back in touch with my roots. I need to find out why I love this sport so much. I honestly just long for those long social Saturday morning bike rides, those crisp steamy morning swims, and those solitary trail runs. I need to recharge and answer some personal questions.
The swim started off pretty easy. I did not put a big surge in right away to get away from everyone but rather, I just sat in the group for a little bit. I was not planning on having a fast fantastic swim (due to not swimming much since the broken rib) so I was for the most part, just biding my time. Someone started swimming on my legs and back after a little while and I'm like, "Dude! you have the whole lake here, please back off." I did a little zig-zag to get him off of me but he was still hitting me. Then I decided to give him the old motor boat routine by kicking really hard making a lot of bubbles and splashing to hopefully ditch the little limpet. It worked and I was finally able to swim in peace.
We turned the first buoy and began swimming directly into the worst chop I have ever swam in. A couple of times while breathing I inhaled a ton of water and had to resort to the breast stroke for a little while to avoid a total panic. If I was really struggling to swim without freaking out, what must the less experienced swimmers be feeling? Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we rounded the final buoy and swam for shore. At least now the waves were at our side.
Arriving in transition one I did my best at wresting off my wetsuit and putting on my biking gear. I have yet to master the flying mount with my shoes attached to the pedals but right now, at my level, I don't really think it matters. As I started pedaling my knees kept hitting my GU packets taped to my top tube so I ripped them off and stuffed them in my pocket. I biked behind a fellow biker for a while trying to catch my breath and then, once I did, it was time to go.
I tried to stick to my pre race plan which involved staying conservative the first few miles of the bike ride. Staying conservative for me, and probably everyone else, was hard and the miles went by very slowly. I struggled to get out of my little chain ring and I was not making up very much ground on anyone. Then I remembered the choppy swim and looked around and saw the culprit whistling through the bent over trees and grasses. The wind was right in our faces and it was a pretty substantial one. I thought, "Ah! no wonder this is so hard." So it was now, I realized, this would be the time to really open it up and see what time I could take out. But when I asked my legs for more power they didn't respond. They didn't feel bad but not good either. They just felt tired and a little unmotivated. Again and again I kept backing the effort off in an attempt to get them firing on all cylinders when I stepped back on the gas. But the results were always the same, nothing.
A few miles into the bike course, long time triathlon veteran (and one hell of a cyclist) Hector Tovar comes up behind me and moves into the lead. Before the race I knew it was possible for me to have the best bike split of the day so Hector's pass did not put me into the best mood. However, I had a lot of confidence in my run and as long as I didn't let Hector get too far ahead (better yet, as long as Hector didn't bike too much farther ahead) I should be able to pull him back on the run.
Hector hit transition two about two minutes ahead of me I figured, maybe a little more. Immediately I started doing some calculations in my head and was trying to figure out just when I would catch him. If the best run split last year was 37 minutes and most everyone was 38 minutes, I would probably need a 36 something to pull back Hector.
I asked myself, "Was it doable?
Yes of course!" I answered (I really do have conversations like this in my head during races.) and I actually had a goal of running faster than what I needed to probably pull back Hector.
Once on the run I was having the same feelings I did on the bike. I did not feel bad bit I didn't feel good either. I made the mistake of forgetting socks so by mile 2 I was already feeling blisters to form. I never run without socks and now I remember why. Each time there was a long strait away I could see Hector ahead of me. I was luckily making up ground but it was slow. Despite making up ground my feelings were starting to head south while heading out to the turn around around mile 3. I was thinking how this would be my last serious race for a long time and mentally I think I was already done. I had surrendered to Hector before the race was even over.
I saw Hector at the turn around and probably still had a minute to make up on him. I was tired but still kept on trucking. I poured water all over my head and just tried to keep my legs ticking over. Still as tired and as mentally unmotivated as I was I still seemed to be making up ground with every stride. With a mile to go Hector was less than a minute ahead of me and I fought hard to find that extra little bit I knew I had. I however, never found that extra little bit and Hector crossed the line just 28 seconds in front of me. Clay Moseley (a former gold medalist in the individual time trial) beat us both so I was third. It was an improvement over last year but for whatever reason to me, it felt anti-climactic.
Looking back on this race I think it is clear that I need another break. Not so much physical but mental. It is time to get back in touch with my roots. I need to find out why I love this sport so much. I honestly just long for those long social Saturday morning bike rides, those crisp steamy morning swims, and those solitary trail runs. I need to recharge and answer some personal questions.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
I'm Loosing my Marbles
Okay. So it has been nearly a month since I have last posted but it is all due to my work load as a graduate student this semester. It is unreal! That is why I have not been posting. Busy is too light of a word really. Hysterically-busy gets closer at describing my days, but I think the best way to describe my life right now is I've simply lost my marbles and I need to figure out how to prevent the rest from rolling away. And on top of that I tried to stay active in the triathlon lifestyle. Well, I tried, and tried so hard to make it work but it is just not going to happen. The stress is building to levels that will likely cause permanent brain damage (I'm not joking) and I will not be satisfied with either my school work or my training. So that is it! I am done for a while. I am not entering in any more races unless they can be done on a Saturday or Sunday morning. I am not going to have any more structured training or commitments. If I want to ride my bike I will just ride. I may swim if I feel like it or go for a jog but that is it. It is now purely for self enjoyment. Not life fulfillment.
I took some great pictures the other evening while Brianne was running up Soledad Canyon. They can be seen at:
So that is all. It was a short post but I need to stop wasting time and head out to the farm to collect plant samples for my Agriculture 365 class tomorrow morning.
Brianne and I went exploring in Box Canyon and found this little cutie. A horny toad lizard! They are the coolest.
This evening hike up into Soledad Canyon was incredible! The colors were so vivid.
I found a stick bug! I thought they were only i found in the tropics.
Soledad Canyon just as the sun was setting.
I took some great pictures the other evening while Brianne was running up Soledad Canyon. They can be seen at:
So that is all. It was a short post but I need to stop wasting time and head out to the farm to collect plant samples for my Agriculture 365 class tomorrow morning.
Brianne and I went exploring in Box Canyon and found this little cutie. A horny toad lizard! They are the coolest.
This evening hike up into Soledad Canyon was incredible! The colors were so vivid.
I found a stick bug! I thought they were only i found in the tropics.
Soledad Canyon just as the sun was setting.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Time Trialing
I will start with the bicycling time trial which was held Thursday evening on the out and back strait but slightly hilly Frontage Road. Taylor helped me set up and measure the course with his Garmin-thingy so we know for a fact that the course is extremely accurate. Then, once everyone was together, we lined up in a random order to start the time trial. It is rather amusing to me but as my time to go drew near I became a little nervous. I had a goal in my mind but not feeling completely well (from something I must have ate the day or two before), I wasn't sure if I could do it. Eventually I was off and my nerves were replaced with labored breathing and burning legs.
I have learned a lot (at least I think I have) about how to pedal and how not to pedal. Pushing hard doesn't make you go fast, it just makes you tired. I tried to remember what I learned this last year of cycling as I forged onward. I hit the 10K turn around and was pretty much spent but I knew I would get a slight tail wind so that lifted my spirits slightly. I saw I had made up some significant time on Taylor who started in front of me. With around 3 miles left I could feel myself slowing as I approached that mental barrier of pain and exhaustion. I knew I went out too fast but I also expected to stay strong on the return trip banking on my endurance and my new more aero position. For a mile or two I really suffered and no doubt lost some valuable time. I luckily managed to hold on to what time I had amassed and crossed the finish line obliterating my old time trialing pace. I am so happy my hard work on the bike is finally beginning to show.
Time Trialing on the Frontage Road.
Friday was the swim. I was quite intimidated since the last time I swam was mid July before I broke my rib. I was hoping 7 weeks off from swimming would be adequate time to allow almost full range of my motion to return. Thankfully, 7 weeks is enough time but just barely. I am still a little sore. The timed 1000yd went well, I am happy to report, but I have lost a lot of my strength in the water. I finished behind the new tri-club member Zac (who will be a dominant force to recon with later) so I thought I had cut it short but I guess I didn't. Strange. I really didn't feel strong or powerful in the water but I guess I still have the ability to swim. Out of all the disciplines I think I am most satisfied with my swim.
Saturday morning was the 5K run in El Paso. It's funny but after all my years of racing 5K's you'd think I would figure out how to race them fast. I suppose I just have to settle on knowing that I will never be a fast 5K runner. It is frustrating beyond belief and I'll give you an example. My first 6 miles on the run at the Memorial Hermann 70.3 were sub 6:00 min. And that was after swimming and biking my brains out. Then on a simple fresh 5K I am only able to hold a 5:56 mile pace. Pretty much the same, if not slower. However, I need to be happy about my performance because I won a free pair of shoes out of it. Yay!
I have learned a lot (at least I think I have) about how to pedal and how not to pedal. Pushing hard doesn't make you go fast, it just makes you tired. I tried to remember what I learned this last year of cycling as I forged onward. I hit the 10K turn around and was pretty much spent but I knew I would get a slight tail wind so that lifted my spirits slightly. I saw I had made up some significant time on Taylor who started in front of me. With around 3 miles left I could feel myself slowing as I approached that mental barrier of pain and exhaustion. I knew I went out too fast but I also expected to stay strong on the return trip banking on my endurance and my new more aero position. For a mile or two I really suffered and no doubt lost some valuable time. I luckily managed to hold on to what time I had amassed and crossed the finish line obliterating my old time trialing pace. I am so happy my hard work on the bike is finally beginning to show.
Time Trialing on the Frontage Road.
Friday was the swim. I was quite intimidated since the last time I swam was mid July before I broke my rib. I was hoping 7 weeks off from swimming would be adequate time to allow almost full range of my motion to return. Thankfully, 7 weeks is enough time but just barely. I am still a little sore. The timed 1000yd went well, I am happy to report, but I have lost a lot of my strength in the water. I finished behind the new tri-club member Zac (who will be a dominant force to recon with later) so I thought I had cut it short but I guess I didn't. Strange. I really didn't feel strong or powerful in the water but I guess I still have the ability to swim. Out of all the disciplines I think I am most satisfied with my swim.
Saturday morning was the 5K run in El Paso. It's funny but after all my years of racing 5K's you'd think I would figure out how to race them fast. I suppose I just have to settle on knowing that I will never be a fast 5K runner. It is frustrating beyond belief and I'll give you an example. My first 6 miles on the run at the Memorial Hermann 70.3 were sub 6:00 min. And that was after swimming and biking my brains out. Then on a simple fresh 5K I am only able to hold a 5:56 mile pace. Pretty much the same, if not slower. However, I need to be happy about my performance because I won a free pair of shoes out of it. Yay!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
A New School Year
Last Thursday marked the beginning of the 2010 fall semester here at NMSU. I was actually pretty excited to start classes again. I always picture riding my bike around campus with my backpack during a cloudy, crisp, cool day as the leaves change from green to yellow to red. The new students are walking casually to class holding books and binders and wearing sweatshirts looking for their building. I feel important and I suppose smart to be apart of such times. However, the weather is still hot, there are WAY to many students to take notice about what they are wearing (God forbid they are wearing sweatshirts), and the leaves are not turning red but rather brown and crispy. But I am not complaining, in fact I love New Mexico, it is just different from anything I have ever experienced.
I am also only registered for two classroom classes but my schedule is fuller than my tummy after Thanksgiving. I am a teaching assistant for two classes and still have my graduate project to worry about and work on. And oh yeah! I almost forgot. I am still attempting to train for triathlons. The beginning of the new semester is always a crazy time but hopefully things will work themselves out.
I have been riding my bike quite a lot lately. I mentioned earlier in a post that I was feeling pretty good on the bike but I seem to be getting stronger and stronger. I have not raced for a while so I am not exactly sure where I stand but I know I am feeling quite good at the very least. I hooked up Bella, my Cervelo, to the trainer the other day to finally record my position. It is something I have been meaning to do for... well forever basically. I have never actually done a positioning shoot. I'm still not sure what to look for other than aerodynamic-ness but it is a good place to start. I'm still not sure if I want to do the Yucca Triathlon in 2 weeks but I will definitely be doing the Elephantman triathlon on September 26th.
I am also only registered for two classroom classes but my schedule is fuller than my tummy after Thanksgiving. I am a teaching assistant for two classes and still have my graduate project to worry about and work on. And oh yeah! I almost forgot. I am still attempting to train for triathlons. The beginning of the new semester is always a crazy time but hopefully things will work themselves out.
I have been riding my bike quite a lot lately. I mentioned earlier in a post that I was feeling pretty good on the bike but I seem to be getting stronger and stronger. I have not raced for a while so I am not exactly sure where I stand but I know I am feeling quite good at the very least. I hooked up Bella, my Cervelo, to the trainer the other day to finally record my position. It is something I have been meaning to do for... well forever basically. I have never actually done a positioning shoot. I'm still not sure what to look for other than aerodynamic-ness but it is a good place to start. I'm still not sure if I want to do the Yucca Triathlon in 2 weeks but I will definitely be doing the Elephantman triathlon on September 26th.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Room Mates
Well I can't sleep for whatever reason and I am starting to get annoyed with every little thing. I don't know why I am not sleeping since I had one great big day jam packed full of events. I began my day bright and early at 6:00 am and headed out into the field to dig up chile plants and take soil samples. Not for my project but for another one. Next I had two meetings because I learned I am going to TA for two classes this fall semester at NMSU. Oh boy! I guess my slacking days are over.
After a late lunch and a brief siesta, I figured I should go for a bike ride or a run. I chose to bike and actually felt pretty good the longer I rode thus I ended up riding all the way out to Ft. Seldon (or is it Selden?). Anyway, I rode through a thunderstorm and some heavy rain on the way back. Thunderstorms are always welcome this time of year because highs in the upper 90's to lower 100's can get tiresome.
Upon returning to home I was still felling pretty good and remembered I hadn't done a brick workout since basically forever so I threw on my running shoes and did a nice 40 min. run. Lately I am actually feeling very strong on the bike, perhaps the strongest I've ever felt. I wonder if that new 175 mm crank I just installed has anything to do with it or that I am coming of a rest period.
So as one can see I really did do a lot today. But why can't I sleep? I have my alarm set for 6:00am again tomorrow because I promised I would do an easy run with Brianne. Ugg... the longer I am awake, the harder it is going to be to get up tomorrow. And tomorrow is also the first day of class. But probably by now you are asking yourself what does the title "Room Mates" have anything to do about not sleeping. Well because I was on edge about not sleeping, I was getting frustrated about every little thing. For example:
I know it is not late for some of my room mates but it is for me. Why must they play their music when my door is closed and I am trying to sleep? It is okay during the day, sure, but after 10:00 is kind of rude. And the same goes for the guitar. I am just going to vent here okay. Also, everyone keeps talking about it but no one does a damn thing about it. It was made a big point to do your dishes by the end of the day if they are dirty and laying in the sink. So right now I bet you can guess what our sink looks like. And how many of those dishes do you think are mine? I don't think I need to explain myself further. I am crabby, wanting to sleep, exhausted, and wide awake at the same time. I hope tomorrow is better.
After a late lunch and a brief siesta, I figured I should go for a bike ride or a run. I chose to bike and actually felt pretty good the longer I rode thus I ended up riding all the way out to Ft. Seldon (or is it Selden?). Anyway, I rode through a thunderstorm and some heavy rain on the way back. Thunderstorms are always welcome this time of year because highs in the upper 90's to lower 100's can get tiresome.
Upon returning to home I was still felling pretty good and remembered I hadn't done a brick workout since basically forever so I threw on my running shoes and did a nice 40 min. run. Lately I am actually feeling very strong on the bike, perhaps the strongest I've ever felt. I wonder if that new 175 mm crank I just installed has anything to do with it or that I am coming of a rest period.
So as one can see I really did do a lot today. But why can't I sleep? I have my alarm set for 6:00am again tomorrow because I promised I would do an easy run with Brianne. Ugg... the longer I am awake, the harder it is going to be to get up tomorrow. And tomorrow is also the first day of class. But probably by now you are asking yourself what does the title "Room Mates" have anything to do about not sleeping. Well because I was on edge about not sleeping, I was getting frustrated about every little thing. For example:
I know it is not late for some of my room mates but it is for me. Why must they play their music when my door is closed and I am trying to sleep? It is okay during the day, sure, but after 10:00 is kind of rude. And the same goes for the guitar. I am just going to vent here okay. Also, everyone keeps talking about it but no one does a damn thing about it. It was made a big point to do your dishes by the end of the day if they are dirty and laying in the sink. So right now I bet you can guess what our sink looks like. And how many of those dishes do you think are mine? I don't think I need to explain myself further. I am crabby, wanting to sleep, exhausted, and wide awake at the same time. I hope tomorrow is better.
Monday, August 16, 2010
The Gila
This weekend Brianne and I decided to go to the Gila National Forest in southeast New Mexico. I'd never been and Brianne supposedly has been but didn't remember much. We brought our bikes and running shoes and the plan was to do a neat new ride, a run, and then return home to Las Cruces on Sunday.
My big biking idea was to park in the small town of Kingston (elevation: 6,200 feet) and ride to the top of Emory Pass (elevation: 8,226 feet). It was only 7.9 miles but it took me nearly 45 minutes to slog up the 5.3% grade to the top.I can't believe the average was really that low! Actually there was a mile mid way up that was basically flat so maybe it would be closer to 6%. Anyway, my legs didn't seem to have that spark they normally do, but hey! I need to remember I was biking well above the effects of altitude. Descending back down was fun but I definitely need to work on those descending skills. I feel like I'm on ice going around corners. I'm never too sure how far to lean into the curves and trust that my tires will stay grounded.
After the ride we made our way deeper into the Gila to see the Gila cliff dwellings. They were pretty neat but I don't think I need to see them again. We set up a camp at the edge of the Gila River and went for a swim/rinse. We ate a a hearty dinner of cold oatmeal and jam upon returning to the campsite and slept out under the stars.
In the morning we tried to go for a trail run up Little Creek just up the road from out camp site. However, the trail run quickly became more of a jungle trek since it had obviously been quite some time since anyone had used it or put some effort into maintaining it. There were tree roots to trip over, wild rose bushes to scrape across, raging rivers to navigate (ok, so it was called "Little Creek for a reason), stinging nettles to get into, and misquotes to swat at. Yes, I hadn't run like that since high school cross-country and I almost forgot how much fun it was to have muddy shoes again.
The Gila was great. I plan to go back sometime and for sure one of the times I return I hope to be doing the Tour of the Gila. That is right everyone, I am going to plan on doing the Tour of the Gila this spring.
My big biking idea was to park in the small town of Kingston (elevation: 6,200 feet) and ride to the top of Emory Pass (elevation: 8,226 feet). It was only 7.9 miles but it took me nearly 45 minutes to slog up the 5.3% grade to the top.I can't believe the average was really that low! Actually there was a mile mid way up that was basically flat so maybe it would be closer to 6%. Anyway, my legs didn't seem to have that spark they normally do, but hey! I need to remember I was biking well above the effects of altitude. Descending back down was fun but I definitely need to work on those descending skills. I feel like I'm on ice going around corners. I'm never too sure how far to lean into the curves and trust that my tires will stay grounded.
After the ride we made our way deeper into the Gila to see the Gila cliff dwellings. They were pretty neat but I don't think I need to see them again. We set up a camp at the edge of the Gila River and went for a swim/rinse. We ate a a hearty dinner of cold oatmeal and jam upon returning to the campsite and slept out under the stars.
In the morning we tried to go for a trail run up Little Creek just up the road from out camp site. However, the trail run quickly became more of a jungle trek since it had obviously been quite some time since anyone had used it or put some effort into maintaining it. There were tree roots to trip over, wild rose bushes to scrape across, raging rivers to navigate (ok, so it was called "Little Creek for a reason), stinging nettles to get into, and misquotes to swat at. Yes, I hadn't run like that since high school cross-country and I almost forgot how much fun it was to have muddy shoes again.
The Gila was great. I plan to go back sometime and for sure one of the times I return I hope to be doing the Tour of the Gila. That is right everyone, I am going to plan on doing the Tour of the Gila this spring.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Sponsorships
It has been four weeks now, exactly, since I broke my rib during the El Paso Road Race. On Friday I managed to mess my seat-post-clamp-bolt-thing up again on my Cervelo so I took it in to the Outdoor Adventure Bike Shop to see if they could figure it out. Apparently I must have really screwed it up this time because it has been three days and still nothing from the boys at Outdoor Adventure. I ordered a whole new seat-post-clamp-bolt-thing to hopefully avoid this reoccurring problem in the future.
Now that I am starting to get all revved up again about cycling I am without a bike. There is also the option of going to the pool but after last time I think I will give my ribbie another week or two before I kill it in the pool. It's a shame because the Elephantman Olympic triathlon is coming up and I want to give a solid performance. So at the moment running is all I can do, which I really don't mind.
For the second half of my season I have been looking at which races I would like to do. For sure I will do the Elephantman, Longhorn 70.3, and Polar Bear. I would like to do another one or two, but with school starting it will be tough.
The other day I bough a new 175 mm crank for Bella (the Cervelo speed machine). Yeah, it is sweet. It set me back a couple Benjamins but with 175 mm hollow carbon fiber cranks and a 52/38 chain ring, I think it was worth it. Well I haven't technically rode it yet but I think it is safe to assume. That heavy 172.5 mm 50/38 chin ring and crank I was using before was just a little to mild mannered for what I'm after. I'll try and post some pictures when it comes in.
So with all this money being tossed around by me lately I have realized... I don't have enough to even enter the races I want to anymore. Not to mention I got my medical bills from the accident (AAAAGGHHHH!!!). This brings me to my main topic (sorry for that ridiculously long introduction). I think it is about time to start looking for some sponsors for a little help. I am not really sure how to go about doing the "Sponsorship Hunt" but I have started by writing some well though out professional letters to several of my favorite companies. It is a shame I don't know anyone in my area that has some direct connections but I think the letter idea is a good place to start. Inching ever closer to that big P-Card, it makes sense to start acting (even if I really don't) like a professional.
Now that I am starting to get all revved up again about cycling I am without a bike. There is also the option of going to the pool but after last time I think I will give my ribbie another week or two before I kill it in the pool. It's a shame because the Elephantman Olympic triathlon is coming up and I want to give a solid performance. So at the moment running is all I can do, which I really don't mind.
For the second half of my season I have been looking at which races I would like to do. For sure I will do the Elephantman, Longhorn 70.3, and Polar Bear. I would like to do another one or two, but with school starting it will be tough.
The other day I bough a new 175 mm crank for Bella (the Cervelo speed machine). Yeah, it is sweet. It set me back a couple Benjamins but with 175 mm hollow carbon fiber cranks and a 52/38 chain ring, I think it was worth it. Well I haven't technically rode it yet but I think it is safe to assume. That heavy 172.5 mm 50/38 chin ring and crank I was using before was just a little to mild mannered for what I'm after. I'll try and post some pictures when it comes in.
So with all this money being tossed around by me lately I have realized... I don't have enough to even enter the races I want to anymore. Not to mention I got my medical bills from the accident (AAAAGGHHHH!!!). This brings me to my main topic (sorry for that ridiculously long introduction). I think it is about time to start looking for some sponsors for a little help. I am not really sure how to go about doing the "Sponsorship Hunt" but I have started by writing some well though out professional letters to several of my favorite companies. It is a shame I don't know anyone in my area that has some direct connections but I think the letter idea is a good place to start. Inching ever closer to that big P-Card, it makes sense to start acting (even if I really don't) like a professional.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Rough Swimming
It has been nearly 4 weeks since I broke my rib. I have gone on a couple of bike rides and runs this last week and have been feeling better and better. Today however, I was feeling so good and so motivated I went to the pool to swim a few laps.
I walked into the lobby of the swimming pool and that warm chemical smell of chlorine washed all over me. Man I missed that smell. In the locker room I put on my suit, cap and goggles. Then I marched out to the pool deck and claimed a lane. I hopped in the pool and the water felt so incredibly good after being in that hot New Mexican air all day. Man I missed that feeling. Then I pushed off the wall in streamline and... SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL! Man I didn't miss that sharp stabbing pain. I guess 4 weeks is still too soon to start swimming.
Since I was already in the pool I practiced my kicking, bubble rings and a little light breast stroke. After a half an hour I hopped out feeling as though I just wasted my time. Oh well, swimming is over rated anyway, especially in triathlons.
I walked into the lobby of the swimming pool and that warm chemical smell of chlorine washed all over me. Man I missed that smell. In the locker room I put on my suit, cap and goggles. Then I marched out to the pool deck and claimed a lane. I hopped in the pool and the water felt so incredibly good after being in that hot New Mexican air all day. Man I missed that feeling. Then I pushed off the wall in streamline and... SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL! Man I didn't miss that sharp stabbing pain. I guess 4 weeks is still too soon to start swimming.
Since I was already in the pool I practiced my kicking, bubble rings and a little light breast stroke. After a half an hour I hopped out feeling as though I just wasted my time. Oh well, swimming is over rated anyway, especially in triathlons.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
California: Part 2
After the amazing Redwoods photo-journey (which can be seen here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/adamblalock/sets/72157624666898550/), I drove back to Santa Rosa to pick up my mom and Brianne from the airport. It was great seeing my mom finally and yeah, I guess I was even glad to see Brianne, though I saw her three days before. Brianne flew into the San Francisco airport at the last minute which was a little ways away but it gave my mom and I the excuse to see San Fransisco and drive across the Golden Gate Bridge.
Brianne was doing the the Vineman half ironman aqua-bike and I was doing the full Vineman ironman, Except... I don't know if you remember this but, three weeks ago I fell off my bike and was seriously beat up beyond anything ever holy. Now because I was not racing I got to watch the race and cheer Brianne on. Brianne had never raced a 1.2 mile swim and a 56 mile bike ride so she was a little intimidated but she did terrific. She even won her age group and was probably the top 3 out of the water and top 10 over all female. Good job Brianne!
After Brianne's race my mom flew back to Spokane and Brianne and I had a day to do whatever. Since I didn't really get a chance to see the ocean while visiting the Redwoods and Brianne is a big fan of water in general, we decided to go to the coast for the day.
We drove over to and then up Highway 1, right along the coast, stopping at a couple of neat beaches and hiking trails. All along the coast there was a thin high fog which made the geography feel as though you were walking through another country (mostly Scotland comes to mind). It was pretty fantastic and I couldn't remember the last time I had so much fun with Brianne.
Pointing at the waves braking on the rocks.
One of my favorite things to do is pretend I am Mickey Mouse in Fantasia building giant waves and altering the course of the universe.
Brianne was doing the the Vineman half ironman aqua-bike and I was doing the full Vineman ironman, Except... I don't know if you remember this but, three weeks ago I fell off my bike and was seriously beat up beyond anything ever holy. Now because I was not racing I got to watch the race and cheer Brianne on. Brianne had never raced a 1.2 mile swim and a 56 mile bike ride so she was a little intimidated but she did terrific. She even won her age group and was probably the top 3 out of the water and top 10 over all female. Good job Brianne!
After Brianne's race my mom flew back to Spokane and Brianne and I had a day to do whatever. Since I didn't really get a chance to see the ocean while visiting the Redwoods and Brianne is a big fan of water in general, we decided to go to the coast for the day.
We drove over to and then up Highway 1, right along the coast, stopping at a couple of neat beaches and hiking trails. All along the coast there was a thin high fog which made the geography feel as though you were walking through another country (mostly Scotland comes to mind). It was pretty fantastic and I couldn't remember the last time I had so much fun with Brianne.
Pointing at the waves braking on the rocks.
One of my favorite things to do is pretend I am Mickey Mouse in Fantasia building giant waves and altering the course of the universe.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
California: Part 1
After arriving in Santa Rosa airport I grabbed my rental car and shot north. My goal was Eureka and ultimately Redwood National Park. In the morning I headed up to the Lady Bird Johnson Grove. Absolutely amazing is all I can really say! In fact words do almost nothing to describe the Redwood's shear size and beauty. The Lady Bird Johnson Grove sits atop a ridge so the redwoods were not nearly as big and lofty as their lowland friends but that didn't matter because the real treat at this grove was the fog. I've seen pictures of redwood trees in fog but to see it in person was pretty ethereal.
The next grove I visited was the tall trees grove. Instead of situated high on a mountain, the tall tree grove was at the very bottom of the valley along Redwood Creek. These trees were, yes, tall. Protected from the wind and given a consistent water source most of the mature trees were well over 300 feet. Some were listed as being 320 to 350 feet but which ones remains a mystery, although I have my speculations.
The last (but not in the bit least) grove I visited was the Prairie Creek Drainage Grove(s). These trees were much closer to the coast than any of the others. Being so close to the ocean meant that the trees were bathed in constant fog and moisture and the results were BIG trees.
I asked a park ranger where I might be able to find the Illuvatar tree, the Lost Monarch tree, or the Del Norte Titan tree. These mysterious "lost" redwoods rival the size of the Giant Sequoias (in fact there are only a dozen or so Giant Sequoias that top these great Redwoods.) The park ranger laughed and said, "I don't know, but if you ever find the Illuvatar, let me know where it is." So if a park ranger doesn't know where these legendary lost trees are, then there must be only a handful of people who know where they are. Anybody who is a big tree fan knows these trees by name and knows that they are something special. However, practically no one has ever seen them. They are lost spirits in the fog.
The next grove I visited was the tall trees grove. Instead of situated high on a mountain, the tall tree grove was at the very bottom of the valley along Redwood Creek. These trees were, yes, tall. Protected from the wind and given a consistent water source most of the mature trees were well over 300 feet. Some were listed as being 320 to 350 feet but which ones remains a mystery, although I have my speculations.
The last (but not in the bit least) grove I visited was the Prairie Creek Drainage Grove(s). These trees were much closer to the coast than any of the others. Being so close to the ocean meant that the trees were bathed in constant fog and moisture and the results were BIG trees.
I asked a park ranger where I might be able to find the Illuvatar tree, the Lost Monarch tree, or the Del Norte Titan tree. These mysterious "lost" redwoods rival the size of the Giant Sequoias (in fact there are only a dozen or so Giant Sequoias that top these great Redwoods.) The park ranger laughed and said, "I don't know, but if you ever find the Illuvatar, let me know where it is." So if a park ranger doesn't know where these legendary lost trees are, then there must be only a handful of people who know where they are. Anybody who is a big tree fan knows these trees by name and knows that they are something special. However, practically no one has ever seen them. They are lost spirits in the fog.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
California
Two nights ago some more thunderstorms popped up around Las Cruces. The last two times I went out to intercept the storms they fell apart like a big old Jenga tower. I got nothing. The storms were looking promising this time but I didn't want to chance it again. Taylor mentioned that if I was going to go try my luck shooting lightning, he would be willing to go. So, I decided to go. The storms did their best to taunt me by keeping their distance and sending lighting strikes everywhere but in my field of view but if there's one thing lightning has taught me, it is to be patient. Eventually I was rewarded with a couple decent shots but nothing spectacular. The wind was also very strong and I was having trouble keeping the tripod stable so the city light look a little blurry but the lightning came out clear.
Las Cruces lightning. My other photos can be seen at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/adamblalock/
Other things I am up to besides enjoying the wonderful weather is I am leaving for Santa Rosa, California tomorrow. The original plan was for me to try my hand at the Vineman Ironman Triathlon (my first full ironman) but since I broke my rib two weeks ago, the race is just not going to happen. I tried to change my flight to a later date but the penalty fees were crazy high. Then I tried to get a refund on the race but rules are rules and I was too late to get the refund. Now I really have no choice but to show up five days before the race that I am not going to do. At least I don't have to worry about shipping my bike now.
Brianne decided to do the Vineman half-iron aqua bike but she will not be showing up until Thursday (I hope). My mom is coming in on Wednesday so that will be very nice since it was Christmas when we were last together. So from Monday to Wednesday I have all to myself. "What will I do", I kept thinking. "Should I go to Yosemite National Park. Yeah, but it is the peak vacation period and there will be 2 billion people there no doubt. What about Big Sur, California. I like the ocean but I don't know." Then I remembered Santa Rosa is only three and a half hours south of the Redwoods. The option of seeing ginormous trees AND the ocean was enough. It's settled I will drive up to see the mighty Redwoods for a few days.
Also a little update on the rib: So I went for a 50 min. ride this morning and things felt okay. I was thinking yeah. I probably could ride the 112 mile ironman bike course and even run afterwards. However, all that twisting, jerking, and thrashing involved in that 2.4 mile swim didn't sound fun at all, or even possible. I am confident I have made the right choice not to race on Saturday. Oh, so back to the bike ride this morning. Yeah it was okay but still a little rough. Coming out of the saddle is sketchy and at one point my chain slipped forcing me to put all of my weight on my arms for balance and man, my rib sure didn't like that! But it is getting better and pretty soon I will be back to 100%.
Las Cruces lightning. My other photos can be seen at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/adamblalock/
Other things I am up to besides enjoying the wonderful weather is I am leaving for Santa Rosa, California tomorrow. The original plan was for me to try my hand at the Vineman Ironman Triathlon (my first full ironman) but since I broke my rib two weeks ago, the race is just not going to happen. I tried to change my flight to a later date but the penalty fees were crazy high. Then I tried to get a refund on the race but rules are rules and I was too late to get the refund. Now I really have no choice but to show up five days before the race that I am not going to do. At least I don't have to worry about shipping my bike now.
Brianne decided to do the Vineman half-iron aqua bike but she will not be showing up until Thursday (I hope). My mom is coming in on Wednesday so that will be very nice since it was Christmas when we were last together. So from Monday to Wednesday I have all to myself. "What will I do", I kept thinking. "Should I go to Yosemite National Park. Yeah, but it is the peak vacation period and there will be 2 billion people there no doubt. What about Big Sur, California. I like the ocean but I don't know." Then I remembered Santa Rosa is only three and a half hours south of the Redwoods. The option of seeing ginormous trees AND the ocean was enough. It's settled I will drive up to see the mighty Redwoods for a few days.
Also a little update on the rib: So I went for a 50 min. ride this morning and things felt okay. I was thinking yeah. I probably could ride the 112 mile ironman bike course and even run afterwards. However, all that twisting, jerking, and thrashing involved in that 2.4 mile swim didn't sound fun at all, or even possible. I am confident I have made the right choice not to race on Saturday. Oh, so back to the bike ride this morning. Yeah it was okay but still a little rough. Coming out of the saddle is sketchy and at one point my chain slipped forcing me to put all of my weight on my arms for balance and man, my rib sure didn't like that! But it is getting better and pretty soon I will be back to 100%.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
I Found Some Clouds
First off, I would just like everyone to know how well I am doing keeping my blog up to date. Yes you all should be very proud of me. Second, the main reason for this post is to mention that yesterday some great thunderstorms erupted around the area. That afternoon I needed to head down to my Leyendecker Farm plot to check on things and take pictures of my cayenne chile anyway so I was in luck when the storms fired up. The storms looked very intense from far away but as I got closer they seemed to loose their vigor. By the time I got there all that was left of the storm was some interesting mammatus. Later on that eventing after dark, I drove back out to one of my favorite high points in the desert to try and get some photos of lightning but the storms were just too far away.
Mammatus.
This crappy shot is all I managed to get from the storm. Isn't it creepy looking?
Mammatus.
This crappy shot is all I managed to get from the storm. Isn't it creepy looking?
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
You Know What? I Really Like Not Training!
Today is day 9 after my big bike accident and honestly, I don't really miss training that much. Everyone has been super supportive and concerned for me. I really appreciate them for that. There words of encouragement involved stuff like, "You will be back on your bike before you know it", "You can do some weights now to increase your strength for when you return to training", and "Now you can properly have a rest week to let things recover so that when you come back, you will be even stronger." All of these words of encouragement are heart-felt but truthfully, I am enjoying myself so much doing the other hobbies I used to do before training I don't miss it all that much.
I am still actively involved in triathlon however, but in a more indirect way. Currently I have decided to volunteer to be the running coach for the NMSU Race Club. Last year was fun but there seemed to be no structure in the workouts or meaning behind them. I am looking forward to creating the ultimate 5 and 10K running calendar. I am confident that I can get everyone in the club to take big chunks off of there current 5 and 10K PR's. Yak yak yak. We will see.
The other day Taylor and I went to the Home Depot for some minor supplies and I passionately stumbled on some amazing Cattelya and Vanda orchids for sale. Yes you heard me correctly, Vanda orchids, the most exotic and beautiful of all the orchids as far as I am concerned. Remembering my obsession for these rare and gorgeous plants I bought one of each. I didn't care if I spent my last dollar on them, I just had to have them to play with. I also bought some tropicals and a nice palm for the tropical garden that is coming together nicely. Next I might get a fountain of some sorts.
Vanda coeurlea 'Blue Magic'
At Barns and Nobles I bought a sketch journal and am excited to start drawing and sketching again. I am pretty rusty with my hand eye coordination after 6 years off but it will come around. And if it doesn't oh well, I am fired up to start intimately observing the world around me once again.
Also, our yard is starting to finally come together and the plants and grass are growing madly because of the little bit of water they are receiving. In the desert, if a plant so much as "senses" moisture it puts on the most dramatic display of growth ever. All this growth persuaded me to buy a push mower (which not only works better than a motorized mower, but is way more fun to operate). And then last night I caught a baby gecko! Yes our yard it becoming so much of an oasis that the lizards and geckos are having babies!
Oh, and I guess I can give a brief update on the chin and rib. So I had my stitches taken out yesterday. That was nice. My scab came off. That was even nicer and way to satisfying. My rib still aches pretty bad but it is, for the most part, getting better (slooooooooowly though). I think I may have broken more than just one rib while I'm talking about it. I for sure brok the number 9 rib but a rib more on the side and up a few ribs feels very achey and bruised too. I should get the x-ray so I can have a look for myself.
I am still actively involved in triathlon however, but in a more indirect way. Currently I have decided to volunteer to be the running coach for the NMSU Race Club. Last year was fun but there seemed to be no structure in the workouts or meaning behind them. I am looking forward to creating the ultimate 5 and 10K running calendar. I am confident that I can get everyone in the club to take big chunks off of there current 5 and 10K PR's. Yak yak yak. We will see.
The other day Taylor and I went to the Home Depot for some minor supplies and I passionately stumbled on some amazing Cattelya and Vanda orchids for sale. Yes you heard me correctly, Vanda orchids, the most exotic and beautiful of all the orchids as far as I am concerned. Remembering my obsession for these rare and gorgeous plants I bought one of each. I didn't care if I spent my last dollar on them, I just had to have them to play with. I also bought some tropicals and a nice palm for the tropical garden that is coming together nicely. Next I might get a fountain of some sorts.
Vanda coeurlea 'Blue Magic'
At Barns and Nobles I bought a sketch journal and am excited to start drawing and sketching again. I am pretty rusty with my hand eye coordination after 6 years off but it will come around. And if it doesn't oh well, I am fired up to start intimately observing the world around me once again.
Also, our yard is starting to finally come together and the plants and grass are growing madly because of the little bit of water they are receiving. In the desert, if a plant so much as "senses" moisture it puts on the most dramatic display of growth ever. All this growth persuaded me to buy a push mower (which not only works better than a motorized mower, but is way more fun to operate). And then last night I caught a baby gecko! Yes our yard it becoming so much of an oasis that the lizards and geckos are having babies!
Oh, and I guess I can give a brief update on the chin and rib. So I had my stitches taken out yesterday. That was nice. My scab came off. That was even nicer and way to satisfying. My rib still aches pretty bad but it is, for the most part, getting better (slooooooooowly though). I think I may have broken more than just one rib while I'm talking about it. I for sure brok the number 9 rib but a rib more on the side and up a few ribs feels very achey and bruised too. I should get the x-ray so I can have a look for myself.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Emotion
What are emotions? Why do we feel? What evolutionary advantage has being able to feel given mankind? Why are some able to control their emotions while others let theirs run amok? I have wondered about these questions for just about my whole life but the last several days they have particularly been fresh on my mind.
I have never been truly emotionally strong. It is just the brain I was dealt I guess and I do the best I can. For years my parents wondered why I cried and was sad so often. It wasn't surprising that later on I was diagnosed with depression. It all made sense. My mother had it, my grandmother had it, and my great grandmother had it. It is unquestionably scattered throughout my whole family. I was just one of the lucky receivers of the "faulty" gene. Doctors though that perhaps by taking a simple pill once a day could solve most of my symptoms. Well it worked and mostly, I am a happy person who takes great pleasure in life. I remembered how awful feeling sad and depressed was and I never wanted to go back.
Obviously I am not happy and energetic all of the time. Like everyone I get sad, mad, angry, and irritated. I know I can not help the way I feel but I CAN help how I treat others. No matter how badly I want to punch or yell at people sometimes, I don't. I have self control. If I can do it, I assume others can too. Maybe I am being self-absorbed because, again, as I see it, if I can do it, anyone can. I'm not talking about climbing Mt. Everest, or solving String Theory, just plain old self control. Am I wrong?
I have only been emotionally involved with two people in my life and both of them had some trouble (my point of view) keeping their mood stable. Are all people (particularly girls) really that emotionally unstable? I don't have much experience to base my theory off of but I am not like that at all, even though I have been clinically diagnosed with depression. Why am I able to keep my emotions on a relatively controlled leash while others let theirs run wild and rampant? I just don't get it. Up down up down up down, Let's ride the roller coaster again. I am getting sick.
I have never been truly emotionally strong. It is just the brain I was dealt I guess and I do the best I can. For years my parents wondered why I cried and was sad so often. It wasn't surprising that later on I was diagnosed with depression. It all made sense. My mother had it, my grandmother had it, and my great grandmother had it. It is unquestionably scattered throughout my whole family. I was just one of the lucky receivers of the "faulty" gene. Doctors though that perhaps by taking a simple pill once a day could solve most of my symptoms. Well it worked and mostly, I am a happy person who takes great pleasure in life. I remembered how awful feeling sad and depressed was and I never wanted to go back.
Obviously I am not happy and energetic all of the time. Like everyone I get sad, mad, angry, and irritated. I know I can not help the way I feel but I CAN help how I treat others. No matter how badly I want to punch or yell at people sometimes, I don't. I have self control. If I can do it, I assume others can too. Maybe I am being self-absorbed because, again, as I see it, if I can do it, anyone can. I'm not talking about climbing Mt. Everest, or solving String Theory, just plain old self control. Am I wrong?
I have only been emotionally involved with two people in my life and both of them had some trouble (my point of view) keeping their mood stable. Are all people (particularly girls) really that emotionally unstable? I don't have much experience to base my theory off of but I am not like that at all, even though I have been clinically diagnosed with depression. Why am I able to keep my emotions on a relatively controlled leash while others let theirs run wild and rampant? I just don't get it. Up down up down up down, Let's ride the roller coaster again. I am getting sick.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Maybe it's for the Better
Today is day three after my bike wreck and I have been thinking a lot about stuff. Instead of the train-a-holic most people view me as I have had several days now to sit and just think about things. Before I get to my thoughts I will share a little update on how my injuries are progressing.
This morning getting out of bed was still quite painful but not as painful as the first morning. However, I wouldn't say that this morning was any less painful than yesterday. Maybe that's because yesterday I took a fair amount of Vicoden. Anyway, I can't hardly feel my chin and it's stitches anymore, which is nice, but my rib just seems to be sore all the time. Again I don't know what it is but getting up in the morning is excruciating. Perhaps not moving for 8 hours has something to do with it. I have also noticed that it is starting to make a ugly, grinding, popping, gurgling sound whenever I take a larger breath. It doesn't really cause pain but the sound and feeling it makes is rather nauseating. Mom informed me that taking and staying on top of your pain is important so that the pain does not get unbearable. Lots of pain equals shallow breathing which could lead to pneumonia. Improvement does look to be hovering just over the horizon but it will still take a little time to get there.
Other things I have been up to is reading my new book "Grapes and Wine" by Oz Clarke. I am not really a wine drinker but the growing of grapes has intrigued me for a little while now. It probably started after I took that Viticulture class at the University of Idaho and then now with my planned trip to Napa Valley, California for the Vineman Ironman Triathlon. Which reminds me, I need to contact the race director (Russ Pugh who is a giant pumpkin grower [another old hobby of mine I might talk a little bit about later]) and see if I can possibly get a refund on my race. So back to grapes. Most viticulturists, I feel, are too concerned and fixated on the making of wine and drinking of the wine. The bottom line is that you need exceptional grapes to get an exceptional product. Most people don't realize just how important good grapes are. With my horticultural background I believe I could produce a superior grape given the time and space. I can do it with vegetables and flowers, why not grapes?
All this extra time has allowed me to get caught up and in control of my masters research project. I honestly forgot how much fun I have, pretending to be (oh wait, now I actually am) a "mad" scientist. I have been doodling in my notebook about potential experiments I can do in the greenhouse this winter with plant growth regulators (plant hormones). Currently I am working with ethylene and the ripening of cayenne chile peppers but my professor and I believe there is another plant growth regulator (or several) involved. Mainly abscisic acid. But most of you don't care so that is all about that insightful little essay.
Brianne and I have been on neutral terms for a little while now. I really miss her but she thinks that this is because I have all of a sudden had lots of time on my hands and I am probably just feeling vulnerable. I don't know. I have always enjoyed spending time with Brianne. She is very funny, outgoing, active, smart, pretty, and intellectual. She makes me feel good. Sometimes Brianne's moods can change so suddenly that they throw me for a loop and I don't know what to do other than just get away because nothing works. She can be downright mean and she knows just what to do and say to hurts my feelings. But she knows about these moods and she is working on it. We occasionally talk about these feeling and how to better control them. She is actually doing better. I am really happy for her and glad to help when I can.
Lastly, I have also been thinking a great deal about triathlon. I really truly do enjoy swimming, biking, and running, but the time it takes to excel at all three is almost foolish. Even if you are exceptional at all three and probably have what it takes to turn pro and possibly make some money, is it really worth it? For example, I really like gardening and spending time around plants. I also like photography, and reading, hiking, camping, traveling, and learning. Being so focused and single minded is also hard on relationships. Is one able to fulfill their life meanings and pleasures doing just one or two of their favorite things. For some it might be. For others... Is that what I want? At times I think it is. But now...? With this down time after the crash, I have had time to sit back (something I haven't done in a while) and think about where I want my life to go. What do I want? What is REALLY important to me?
This morning getting out of bed was still quite painful but not as painful as the first morning. However, I wouldn't say that this morning was any less painful than yesterday. Maybe that's because yesterday I took a fair amount of Vicoden. Anyway, I can't hardly feel my chin and it's stitches anymore, which is nice, but my rib just seems to be sore all the time. Again I don't know what it is but getting up in the morning is excruciating. Perhaps not moving for 8 hours has something to do with it. I have also noticed that it is starting to make a ugly, grinding, popping, gurgling sound whenever I take a larger breath. It doesn't really cause pain but the sound and feeling it makes is rather nauseating. Mom informed me that taking and staying on top of your pain is important so that the pain does not get unbearable. Lots of pain equals shallow breathing which could lead to pneumonia. Improvement does look to be hovering just over the horizon but it will still take a little time to get there.
Other things I have been up to is reading my new book "Grapes and Wine" by Oz Clarke. I am not really a wine drinker but the growing of grapes has intrigued me for a little while now. It probably started after I took that Viticulture class at the University of Idaho and then now with my planned trip to Napa Valley, California for the Vineman Ironman Triathlon. Which reminds me, I need to contact the race director (Russ Pugh who is a giant pumpkin grower [another old hobby of mine I might talk a little bit about later]) and see if I can possibly get a refund on my race. So back to grapes. Most viticulturists, I feel, are too concerned and fixated on the making of wine and drinking of the wine. The bottom line is that you need exceptional grapes to get an exceptional product. Most people don't realize just how important good grapes are. With my horticultural background I believe I could produce a superior grape given the time and space. I can do it with vegetables and flowers, why not grapes?
All this extra time has allowed me to get caught up and in control of my masters research project. I honestly forgot how much fun I have, pretending to be (oh wait, now I actually am) a "mad" scientist. I have been doodling in my notebook about potential experiments I can do in the greenhouse this winter with plant growth regulators (plant hormones). Currently I am working with ethylene and the ripening of cayenne chile peppers but my professor and I believe there is another plant growth regulator (or several) involved. Mainly abscisic acid. But most of you don't care so that is all about that insightful little essay.
Brianne and I have been on neutral terms for a little while now. I really miss her but she thinks that this is because I have all of a sudden had lots of time on my hands and I am probably just feeling vulnerable. I don't know. I have always enjoyed spending time with Brianne. She is very funny, outgoing, active, smart, pretty, and intellectual. She makes me feel good. Sometimes Brianne's moods can change so suddenly that they throw me for a loop and I don't know what to do other than just get away because nothing works. She can be downright mean and she knows just what to do and say to hurts my feelings. But she knows about these moods and she is working on it. We occasionally talk about these feeling and how to better control them. She is actually doing better. I am really happy for her and glad to help when I can.
Lastly, I have also been thinking a great deal about triathlon. I really truly do enjoy swimming, biking, and running, but the time it takes to excel at all three is almost foolish. Even if you are exceptional at all three and probably have what it takes to turn pro and possibly make some money, is it really worth it? For example, I really like gardening and spending time around plants. I also like photography, and reading, hiking, camping, traveling, and learning. Being so focused and single minded is also hard on relationships. Is one able to fulfill their life meanings and pleasures doing just one or two of their favorite things. For some it might be. For others... Is that what I want? At times I think it is. But now...? With this down time after the crash, I have had time to sit back (something I haven't done in a while) and think about where I want my life to go. What do I want? What is REALLY important to me?
Monday, July 12, 2010
So Now What Am I Supposed To Do
After the crash yesterday I have been steadily getting worse and worse. The pain yesterday was not to bad and I thought I was just going to be one of those super heroes that bounce right back after big injuries. Well this morning I couldn't bring myself to sit up and get out of bed. The pain had somehow intensified drastically since last evening and any small move I did resulted in a deep sharp stabbing pain to my left side. It was bad let me tell you. Not wanting to face up to the pain just yet, I laid there for the next 2 hours drifting in and out of sleep. I began to wish Brianne was sleeping next to me like she used to. I just wanted Brianne there. Someone to talk to and share my pain with. I started getting sad and then angry at myself for not treating her better, for not appreciating her. I didn't realize how much I missed her until she was gone. Finally I mustered up enough courage to stagger to the bathroom in excruciating pain to pee and go take a pain killer that I thought I was too tough for. Not now anyway.
Eating is also a major chore because I can not open my mouth very wide. My chin is swollen and sore. I am also scared that if I open my mouth too wide I will tear some stitches and start bleeding again. Yes life as of now is pretty awful. However, I did go to the book store the other day so now I can start some books I have been very interested in reading. I can also type all of this nonsense in my blog and feel good about it because I just took some Vicaden.
Changing gears I have been meaning to post some pictures about my new house. It is a great little find here in Las Cruces where housing is already dirt cheap. $650 a month with 4 room mates doesn't get much better. I have been slowly cleaning up the yard and planting plants all over the place. It is great to finally have a private place to play in the soil once again just like I used to do all the time living back home in Spokane, Washington.
I think I better end this entry there because I am finding it harder and harder to keep focused and think clearly. The Vicaden is really kicking in now. Bye for now. Is that even how you spell Vicaden?
The front of our new house.
The back of our new house. There is actually quite a lot of yard.
This is the side yard. I'm attempting to create a lush tropical grotto. Eventually it will get there.
Eating is also a major chore because I can not open my mouth very wide. My chin is swollen and sore. I am also scared that if I open my mouth too wide I will tear some stitches and start bleeding again. Yes life as of now is pretty awful. However, I did go to the book store the other day so now I can start some books I have been very interested in reading. I can also type all of this nonsense in my blog and feel good about it because I just took some Vicaden.
Changing gears I have been meaning to post some pictures about my new house. It is a great little find here in Las Cruces where housing is already dirt cheap. $650 a month with 4 room mates doesn't get much better. I have been slowly cleaning up the yard and planting plants all over the place. It is great to finally have a private place to play in the soil once again just like I used to do all the time living back home in Spokane, Washington.
I think I better end this entry there because I am finding it harder and harder to keep focused and think clearly. The Vicaden is really kicking in now. Bye for now. Is that even how you spell Vicaden?
The front of our new house.
The back of our new house. There is actually quite a lot of yard.
This is the side yard. I'm attempting to create a lush tropical grotto. Eventually it will get there.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
15 Stitches is the Least of my Worries
This weekend I decided to do my first fresh time trial and second road race ever. It all started when I went to go ride with the local Zia-Velo cyclists here in Las Cruces. Most of the crew was going to be absent and those that were left were going to drive down to El Paso for a 30K bike time trial. Dave and Jason got to talking and convinced Taylor and I to go with them since they had two extra seats.
I had never done a fresh time trial but I thought it would be a terrific idea seeing as I could accurately gauge my fitness since it was about three weeks until the Vineman (my first ironman). Well the time trial went well. I ended up placing fourth in the 'A' category and fifth over all. Not bad. After the race (or maybe it was before?) Jason mentioned that there will be a 50 mile road race the next day. Were Taylor and I interested? Taylor and I though about if for a minute, then agreed. Nothing beats free race entry. You rock Jason!
So the next day we rolled off at 7:30 for the road race. It was a hilly little course that finished atop the Trans Mountain Road (the biggest climb in the area). I was excited the finish would be up hill since, one, I can't go down hills, and two, I can't sprint. Riding in a big group is still very scary for me. I would still rather be on the front setting the pace or strung out on a climb. Each time we started creeping up a hill I found myself near the front. I chased down every break and was working my ass off when Bret hollered at me to stop chasing every rider down and to basically chill out. Realizing that this is indeed an endurance event and not a sprint I backed off and just rode sensibly for a while.
Now coming up to the final hill our group was easily half the size it started out to be. Then, when nothing exciting in the world was happening and I was minding my own business...BAM! I was on the ground with intense pain and confusion. The rider behind me hit my head and down he went too breaking his collar bone. I laid in the position I landed in for a good minute before moving up off the busy road. My ribs hurt very badly and blood was gushing from my chin creating a small red pool below my head. The bike race was unquestionably over and before I knew it, I was in an ambulance heading to the hospital.
Cutting out some gory details I ended up breaking my left number nine rib and received 15 stitches in my chin including three or four very big deep ones. When I met back up with Taylor and Tim (who was kind enough to drive me home) we didn't even need to say anything. We both knew that the Vineman in three weeks would probably be out. How did this happen? Why did this happen? Why me? An Ironman is plenty to bite off if you are healthy, but with a broken rib? I just don't know.
15 stitches to the chin.
I had never done a fresh time trial but I thought it would be a terrific idea seeing as I could accurately gauge my fitness since it was about three weeks until the Vineman (my first ironman). Well the time trial went well. I ended up placing fourth in the 'A' category and fifth over all. Not bad. After the race (or maybe it was before?) Jason mentioned that there will be a 50 mile road race the next day. Were Taylor and I interested? Taylor and I though about if for a minute, then agreed. Nothing beats free race entry. You rock Jason!
So the next day we rolled off at 7:30 for the road race. It was a hilly little course that finished atop the Trans Mountain Road (the biggest climb in the area). I was excited the finish would be up hill since, one, I can't go down hills, and two, I can't sprint. Riding in a big group is still very scary for me. I would still rather be on the front setting the pace or strung out on a climb. Each time we started creeping up a hill I found myself near the front. I chased down every break and was working my ass off when Bret hollered at me to stop chasing every rider down and to basically chill out. Realizing that this is indeed an endurance event and not a sprint I backed off and just rode sensibly for a while.
Now coming up to the final hill our group was easily half the size it started out to be. Then, when nothing exciting in the world was happening and I was minding my own business...BAM! I was on the ground with intense pain and confusion. The rider behind me hit my head and down he went too breaking his collar bone. I laid in the position I landed in for a good minute before moving up off the busy road. My ribs hurt very badly and blood was gushing from my chin creating a small red pool below my head. The bike race was unquestionably over and before I knew it, I was in an ambulance heading to the hospital.
Cutting out some gory details I ended up breaking my left number nine rib and received 15 stitches in my chin including three or four very big deep ones. When I met back up with Taylor and Tim (who was kind enough to drive me home) we didn't even need to say anything. We both knew that the Vineman in three weeks would probably be out. How did this happen? Why did this happen? Why me? An Ironman is plenty to bite off if you are healthy, but with a broken rib? I just don't know.
15 stitches to the chin.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Los Alamos Bike Race
I have never done an actual bike race before but a few weeks before this one my good friend Pietre calls me up and asks if I want to do a bike race at altitude? We could even stay at his parents place. Heck yeah I replied. I have never been to Los Alamos, New Mexico. It was set.
I raced in the Cat. 4 and 5 group because I had no previous experience. The race was a 27 mile loop that we did twice totaling 56 miles or there about. Once at the starting line I became incredibly nervous and scared. I was nervous, not because of the distance or the pace I imagined, but the experience of the other riders (me included). Fortunately the first lap went fairly smoothly. Each time we climbed a hill it was easy to tell which riders would be strong later in the race. Being an observant rider you begin to pick up subtle clues about the individuals in the race. Are they breathing hard? Are their hips rocking? How do they look when they get out of the saddle? I actually found it rather interesting, much of the time sitting in, watching how our group was slowly loosing riders each time the grade and pace intensified. Half way through the last lap our group was probably down to 30% of the riders that started.
Knowing that the last half of the last lap was almost entirely up hill I was stoked! I knew I could climb hills like a mountain goat and watching the other riders for quite some time I was ready for a fight! Hmmm... Okay I am a big liar. At the bottom of the final hill I was quite spent from the efforts and the altitude and prayed the other riders were as tired as me. Then, suddenly, as I turned the final hair-pin corner at the absolute bottom of the hill I felt my rear tire slide out from under me. Narrowly avoiding the major disaster I looked at my rear wheel and saw... Yup... You guessed it. A FRIGGING FLAT TIRE! I didn't have a spare because I used them all up the previous week. (Another long sad story.)
I got picked up by the broom wagon shortly after my flat and got a ride back to the finish line where I met back up with Brianne, Taylor, Deanna, and Pietre. Yet another fun filled weekend was enjoyed by all. Now back into the car (that had not air conditioning I may add) for the 6 hour drive back to 100 degree plus Las Cruces. Oh, and don't worry Deanna, I promise I will get you that gas money.
I raced in the Cat. 4 and 5 group because I had no previous experience. The race was a 27 mile loop that we did twice totaling 56 miles or there about. Once at the starting line I became incredibly nervous and scared. I was nervous, not because of the distance or the pace I imagined, but the experience of the other riders (me included). Fortunately the first lap went fairly smoothly. Each time we climbed a hill it was easy to tell which riders would be strong later in the race. Being an observant rider you begin to pick up subtle clues about the individuals in the race. Are they breathing hard? Are their hips rocking? How do they look when they get out of the saddle? I actually found it rather interesting, much of the time sitting in, watching how our group was slowly loosing riders each time the grade and pace intensified. Half way through the last lap our group was probably down to 30% of the riders that started.
Knowing that the last half of the last lap was almost entirely up hill I was stoked! I knew I could climb hills like a mountain goat and watching the other riders for quite some time I was ready for a fight! Hmmm... Okay I am a big liar. At the bottom of the final hill I was quite spent from the efforts and the altitude and prayed the other riders were as tired as me. Then, suddenly, as I turned the final hair-pin corner at the absolute bottom of the hill I felt my rear tire slide out from under me. Narrowly avoiding the major disaster I looked at my rear wheel and saw... Yup... You guessed it. A FRIGGING FLAT TIRE! I didn't have a spare because I used them all up the previous week. (Another long sad story.)
I got picked up by the broom wagon shortly after my flat and got a ride back to the finish line where I met back up with Brianne, Taylor, Deanna, and Pietre. Yet another fun filled weekend was enjoyed by all. Now back into the car (that had not air conditioning I may add) for the 6 hour drive back to 100 degree plus Las Cruces. Oh, and don't worry Deanna, I promise I will get you that gas money.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Kansas 70.3
When I registered for this race earlier this year I knew that this was going to be the 'A' race of my season. As the race got closer and closer I became increasingly excited and a little nervous. Since the Memorial Herman Ironman 70.3 I knew I was in better swimming shape and running shape but I was still a little nervous about the bike. Flashing back, before the Memorial Herman 70.3 all I had done on the bike was ride my road bike (just like I did before the Elephantman and the Lake Havasu triathlon which were followed by great bike splits). Since everyone all along has been telling me to train on the bike you race on I, being the naive good little boy I am, listened. I knew I was going to have a great day at Kansas. I had done my homework well and felt confident going into this race.
My Aunt and Uncle graciously provided Brianne and I with a beautiful place to stay in Dallas on the way to Lawrence Kansas.
Race morning dawned calm and sweet but buzzing with a tremendous amount of energy and nerves from the spectators and athletes. As Brianne Loya and I walked the mile to transition one she whispered in my ear, "Hey! look who's behind you." I turned around and it was her. Yes the legend in the making, it was Chrissie Wellington! I wanted to go shake her hand and meet her but being completely star struck, I had nothing better to blurt than, "Hey Chrissie, you are really fast!" Oh well.
Like always the swim was divided into waves based on your age. I don't understand how they determine which wave goes first because they are all out of order. At first I thought the faster waves go first but then they sent the 25-29 year old men nearly last. One time it would be nice to not swim over the other waves but what else can you do. Regardless of the wave starts there is a wide range of swimming variability. Ugg. I am not sure why I keep talking about non-interesting stuff but I am stopping right now.
The water temperature was 78 degrees race morning and the race officials were seriously considering not allowing wet suits. They did in the end allow wet suits which was nice because I seem to get cold even if the water temp is 98.5 degrees. Now, jumping ahead a little, we are swimming the 1.2 miles and I feel pretty good. I managed to keep the lead swimmer in sight until we started plowing through the other swimming waves. At the turn around buoy I did actually start to get pretty warm. It is a good thing the swim was not any longer than it was because by the end I was definitely warmed up for the bike.
As the bike segment began I had mixed feelings. Should I hold back and save some Umph for the return trip or start working immediately? I didn't have to wait long for my decision because I felt like poo. In order to keep momentum moving foreword I had to start working hard immediately. Things just didn't feel right at the very get go. Unlike at the Memorial Herman 70.3 where going fast was easy and a piece of cake, here it was not so. My hammies and calfs felt tired, flat and a little sore. I tried to explain to them that today was not the day to go to the spa and lay on the couch but the day to kick a little Kansas ass. They unfortunately refused to listen. "Very well," I said in return, "Come on quads and glutes, we don't need any help anyway, we can do this on our own."
Despite the hilly course and feeling so-so, I guess I managed to have a pretty good bike leg. Although I should be happy about my improvement on the bike I think I am one of those people that always set high standards and thus is never satisfied. Still I was passed by only one person on the bike (in my age group I might add) but felt very confident going into the run.
Immediately once on the run something wasn't right. My stomach and guts had never felt heavier. I guess I was slightly dehydrated from the bike and I had one to many power gels. I drank some water at the aid stations but the water was not moving through. I felt like the Hoover Dam holding back a flash flood. I was ready to burst. Eventually the pain and discomfort became too much and I was forced to the first thing I had ever done in a triathlon run. I walked. At first I walked through the aid stations, but then I just walked. My race was over. RRRGH...!
Feeling like poo on the run.
Around mile 10 on the run a major wave of nausea hit me so hard and I began frantically looking for a private place to go relieve some pressure. There were people and spectators everywhere but I couldn't hold it any more. I walked over to a green electrical box and proceeded to give it a nice speckling texture of orange Gatorade. Now, feeling so incredibly light and relieved, I began to run once again. The last three miles felt great but I was too late. The Kansas 70.3 was over and it was time to pack it up and head home. There is always something to learn about these races.
Stopping somewhere in Kansas for a little fun. Note which way the cows are running.
My Aunt and Uncle graciously provided Brianne and I with a beautiful place to stay in Dallas on the way to Lawrence Kansas.
Race morning dawned calm and sweet but buzzing with a tremendous amount of energy and nerves from the spectators and athletes. As Brianne Loya and I walked the mile to transition one she whispered in my ear, "Hey! look who's behind you." I turned around and it was her. Yes the legend in the making, it was Chrissie Wellington! I wanted to go shake her hand and meet her but being completely star struck, I had nothing better to blurt than, "Hey Chrissie, you are really fast!" Oh well.
Like always the swim was divided into waves based on your age. I don't understand how they determine which wave goes first because they are all out of order. At first I thought the faster waves go first but then they sent the 25-29 year old men nearly last. One time it would be nice to not swim over the other waves but what else can you do. Regardless of the wave starts there is a wide range of swimming variability. Ugg. I am not sure why I keep talking about non-interesting stuff but I am stopping right now.
The water temperature was 78 degrees race morning and the race officials were seriously considering not allowing wet suits. They did in the end allow wet suits which was nice because I seem to get cold even if the water temp is 98.5 degrees. Now, jumping ahead a little, we are swimming the 1.2 miles and I feel pretty good. I managed to keep the lead swimmer in sight until we started plowing through the other swimming waves. At the turn around buoy I did actually start to get pretty warm. It is a good thing the swim was not any longer than it was because by the end I was definitely warmed up for the bike.
As the bike segment began I had mixed feelings. Should I hold back and save some Umph for the return trip or start working immediately? I didn't have to wait long for my decision because I felt like poo. In order to keep momentum moving foreword I had to start working hard immediately. Things just didn't feel right at the very get go. Unlike at the Memorial Herman 70.3 where going fast was easy and a piece of cake, here it was not so. My hammies and calfs felt tired, flat and a little sore. I tried to explain to them that today was not the day to go to the spa and lay on the couch but the day to kick a little Kansas ass. They unfortunately refused to listen. "Very well," I said in return, "Come on quads and glutes, we don't need any help anyway, we can do this on our own."
Despite the hilly course and feeling so-so, I guess I managed to have a pretty good bike leg. Although I should be happy about my improvement on the bike I think I am one of those people that always set high standards and thus is never satisfied. Still I was passed by only one person on the bike (in my age group I might add) but felt very confident going into the run.
Immediately once on the run something wasn't right. My stomach and guts had never felt heavier. I guess I was slightly dehydrated from the bike and I had one to many power gels. I drank some water at the aid stations but the water was not moving through. I felt like the Hoover Dam holding back a flash flood. I was ready to burst. Eventually the pain and discomfort became too much and I was forced to the first thing I had ever done in a triathlon run. I walked. At first I walked through the aid stations, but then I just walked. My race was over. RRRGH...!
Feeling like poo on the run.
Around mile 10 on the run a major wave of nausea hit me so hard and I began frantically looking for a private place to go relieve some pressure. There were people and spectators everywhere but I couldn't hold it any more. I walked over to a green electrical box and proceeded to give it a nice speckling texture of orange Gatorade. Now, feeling so incredibly light and relieved, I began to run once again. The last three miles felt great but I was too late. The Kansas 70.3 was over and it was time to pack it up and head home. There is always something to learn about these races.
Stopping somewhere in Kansas for a little fun. Note which way the cows are running.
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