Thursday, May 29, 2014

When We Last Left Off...

I was annoyed about the Mermaid 5k and training for a triathlon and an open water swim.  Those two things haven't changed.  Since then, this is what has happened...

  • I tried to go for an open water swim with Meredith, but we neglected to check to see when low tide was going to occur.  Doh!
Somewhere out there, there is water in the bay.

  • My dad was in the hospital - twice within a week.  Luckily he is home now and doesn't seem much worse for wear.

  • I've played a shit ton of golf and have found my summer golf groove.  I want to play every weekend, both Saturday and Sunday.  If only finances and my aging body would permit!
Lots of baby geese on the golf course.

  • I met with a surgeon about getting my hip fixed and he couldn't help me because I'm not as bad off as I was led to believe.  This is fantastic news!  So I'll be meeting with his associate later in the summer to potentially schedule a fall surgery which will hopefully fix me enough to run again.  I figure I'll wait until fall for surgery since my pain has improved and I don't want to spend my summer recovering from surgery when I could be playing golf and doing triathlon-like things.

  • Received the Bia Sport watch that I'd backed on Kickstarter almost two years ago - and promptly decided that it wasn't worth the wait :(  So I put that baby up for sale and bought myself a Garmin 910xt.  The timing was perfect, as Garmin was having a rare sale so I got a great price and I'll get a $50 rebate.  Anybody want to buy a Bia?
Testing out the new toy.

  • And had a very relaxing Memorial Day weekend.  
So now it's 10 days until the Mermaid Tri and 16 days until Catfish.  There isn't much more I can do at this point to improve the results of either event, so I'm just going to go out there and do the best I can while still having fun.  Until next time...

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Mermaid East Bay 5k Race Report

Official time: 50:33.
Pace: 16:18 per mile.
Rank: 433/570.
How I felt about it: Miserable.

This was not my best performance mentally.  I should have just picked up my bib and shirt and turned around and gone home.  But I was there, I paid for it, I decided to just do it.

Driving to the race I had thoughts of "why am I doing this?"  It seemed like a good idea at the time to sign up, but on my way there I realized that I didn't want to just walk a 5k.  If I can't push myself and try to get a PR - or at least beat the time of my last race, or the last time I did this event - then what's the point.  My mood went even further south when I was faced with a huge line of traffic just to get into the park, and another big line for packet pickup.

So I started the race in need of a serious attitude adjustment.  I had just enough time to get into the corral with about five minutes to spare.  The music was upbeat and the race director was on the mic giving out positive messages and encouragement, so my mood lifted a little.  After all, it was a Saturday morning, sunny and warm, and I'm healthy enough to be able to walk 5k.  So I decided to make the best of it.

Since I knew I was going to walk, I tried to be considerate and I lined up towards the back of the pack - but in front of any strollers that I spotted! - so runners wouldn't have to go around me.  It turns out I should have started a little further forward.

You see, even though I considered myself a walker, I wasn't going for a stroll.  I'm still trying to push myself and finish as quickly as possible.  Turns out many others seemed to have a different idea.

I should have taken a few things into consideration before signing up for this race.  First of all, it was Mother's Day weekend - which meant lots of moms and daughters doing the race together, which also meant that they were going to walk side by side so they could chat.  (It's OK.  I don't mind going through the tall grass and weeds on the side to pass you since you have no idea what "on your left" means.)  Also lots of new moms pushing strollers - including the one who stopped right in the middle of the two-person wide path to adjust something.  (For F's sake, move to the side!)  And then there were the mini-Mermaids who started five minutes later than the actual 5k - and who caught up to me and passed me because while I was walking quickly, they were actually running.  Demoralizing!

I did run a few short intervals - for nothing else than to get past groups of slow walkers.  Or because there was a downhill and I just wanted this to be over.

And finally it was over!  And I was so thankful and no less annoyed.  So I did a little bit of stretching, then hopped in my car and got the hell out of dodge.

Monday, May 5, 2014

I Can't Run but I Can Swim

At the beginning of the year, one of my planned events was the Catfish 1.2 mile open water swim at a local reservoir.  But as the months went on with little to no rain, the event was in jeopardy.  The event company said they were working on an alternate location, but since they had moved two of their triathlons to locations with ocean swims I was afraid they were going to do the same with Catfish.

So imagine my happiness when I found out last week that an alternate location had been chosen, and it was the lake where I just did my swim clinic last weekend!

Quarry Lakes

However since months have dragged on without a firm location, I haven't actually been training for a 1.2 mile open water swim.  Oops!  And after that swim clinic, I think 1.2 miles would have been a little too much for me to do at this point.  Lucky for me, they also offer a 500 yard option so I signed up for that today.  And even more lucky for me, my race buddy extraordinaire Meredith has agreed to do this event with me.

The 500 yard swim course.
I'm really excited because I liked the location when I was there last week.  It's close to home, the water seemed clean, and it will be pretty easy for me to get there for a couple of practice swims ahead of time.  I'm glad this event has finally come together, and thanks to a bout of insomnia I was at the pool to work on my swimming early this morning.