So I downloaded the file from my Garmin after Saturday’s ride around the Veyo Loop.
I though it looked funky on the display and now I know … it’s screwy.
According to my Garmin 705, I pedaled for only 43 miles at a sluggish pace of 11.5 miles per hour. My max speed was just 30.9 according to Garmin despite tripping one of those “Your Speed Is” signs at 42 miles per hour descending Snow Canyon. Another indicator it’s screwy? I didn’t ride with a heart rate monitor or a cadence monitor but got readings for both.
So I plugged the route into MapMyRide.com and got a more accurate, I hope, picture of my ride. 55 miles for an average of 15.7 miles per hour.
Methinks it might be time to replace the Garmin … or at least get it’s GPS software updated.
This past weekend I hit the road and visited St. George for the Intermountain Race Managers Roundtable.
I’m not technically a race director, though that might come in the near future. I will, however, promote a handful of events that — if I’m lucky — will attract several hundred particpants. So I thought I’d sit around in sponge mode and just learn as much as possible from the 20-30 race directors that were there to discuss ways to make their events more successful in pretty much all areas.
Lots of good information and I met a lot of good people with some great ideas. Hopefully I can take some of those ideas and use them.
Not entirely coincidentally, I took my bike. And my running shoes.
I mean, it was 60+ degrees and sunny skies. How could I not take my bike and my running shoes.
As part of the IRMR I was given an entry into the St. George half marathon or 5K. I didn’t quite feel up to 13.1 miles, so I opted for the shorter run and had a pretty good experience. I didn’t push the pace at all and just ran tempo but clocked in at 26:09 — good enough for 11th in the Men’s 40-44 age group. Not too bad, not too good, but OK. I was just working out, not truly racing, so my time and place weren’t really a consideration.
I’m not even ashamed to admit I got chicked — by a mom pushing a triple stroller with three kids in it. (more…)
That’s me. One of the hefty racers.
I close out 2010 at 202.6 pounds.
It’s a sure sign of my training and nutrition deficiencies over the past six months.
If I were register for a triathlon or running race today I would be eligible for the clydesdale division — not exactly the division I want to be in.
At 6-foot-4, 200 pounds is far from being chubby or fat. But as a wannabe competitive triathlete, runner and cyclist it puts me at a pretty significant disadvantage. It’s pretty hard to go uphill at 200 pounds and try to keep the 150 pound dudes within sight.
New Year’s Eve is supposedly the time for resolutions and goal setting. I’m not going to go there this time.
I’ve made a nasty habit of making goals or announcing plans and not following up on them.
Instead, I just want to say I’m not going to look at a 200-plus number for much longer — even though I might actually step on a podium this way.
It’s a wonderful bicycle building material … until you fall down and go boom.
Tuesday, trying to sneak in some December 14 miles while also doing some recon on a course for a century ride, I found myself riding up Redwood Road in northern Salt Lake City when the Jordan River Parkway trail comes very close to the road — 10 feet close, in fact.
So I did a little hike-a-bike from the road and while lifting the bike over some big rocks placed to prevent motorized vehicles from doing the exact thing I was doing, I slipped in some mud. I fell and landed with the bike between me and one of the big rocks.
Apparently, my bike didn’t like the rock and the carbon frame is now a lot less stable and safe than it used to be.
Saddened, I continued on my ride — I had to get home, after all — and finished up 30 miles along the Legacy Parkway Trail all the way to Farmington and back. While riding, I followed the trail as far south as it goes.
That would be the Davis/Salt Lake County lines where, unfortunately, the trail comes to an abrupt end.
Which is a pity. The trail is such a wonderful resource for cyclists. Recreational cyclists, commuters and even training competitive cyclists should be able to ride the Jordan Parkway all the way from Provo to Farmington, but there are odd stretches of a mile or so here and there that are not complete. I’ve been told the stretch from the Davis County line to the Rose Park Golf Course (only about two miles) will be completed in the spring.
Which is good news. I’m looking forward to a few long rides from Murray to Farmington this summer.
I found this little video and my wife immediately laughed at me.
At least I’m not a total newb. Or this guy.
Or so the coaches, editors and others would have you believe.
As I think about what will be required to push my body to complete a 140.6 mile triathlon I have a couple sets of emotions.
First, I feel excited and confident as I think it’s very doable — even for me.
Second, I feel anxious and worried as I contemplate what it will take to train for something like this. I have a friend, now divorced, who told me training for an Ironman is like having a second full-time job and he was training 20-30 hours per week.
Maybe that’s why he’s divorced. And, perhaps, maybe that’s why he burned out and had a terrible result (in his eyes) at his race.
While earning a spot at Kona would be a dream come true, it’s not my goal. I like racing, I like comparing my times to the times others post or the times I posted the time before, but my competitive gene isn’t quite as active as it is with other people. I do want to perform well, but I also truly want to enjoy the journey. And this will be a significant journey.
As I was thinking about how to plan this long, strange trip I wandered out to grab the mail. Staring at me on the top was Triathlete Magazine — with Macca celebrating his Kona victory. But that wasn’t what really grabbed my attention.
I was grabbed by the headline on the left: You Can Be an Ironman. More intersting was the subhead: A Super Simple Training Plan That Will Actually Fit Into Your Schedule. (more…)
Throughout my life I’ve never been short on ambition.
Short on brains? Sure. Short on motivation? Yes. Short on talent, skill, effort and ability? Uh, huh, yup, indeed and true enough.
But ambition and good intentions? I’ve got that stuff down.
After a few months of not training nearly as much or as hard as I should, I went and put another item from the proverbial bucket list on the agenda — this time, it’s a full 140.6 triathlon.
On paper, it seems like the perfect 140.6 for me. It’s a relatively mild course with not a lot of climbing. It’s late enough in the season that I can get all the training I need to get without killing myself on 5-hour rides or 20-mile runs during late winter.
And, very nicely, the race is on a Saturday — eliminating one of the minor scheduling conflicts nearly all big triathlons present.
Swimming 2.4 miles will be challenging, but not impossible. I’ve done it a couple of times in the pool just to see how I’d fare attempting 80-plus laps (booooring) without a real rest. Biking 112 miles will not be overly difficult — although not an easy task at all, especially considering the preceeding 2.4 mile swim.
Running 26.2 miles, on the other hand, just might kill me – for real. (more…)