Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Counting down

I've been feeling like an old man lately, and I finally know why. I turned thirty (30!) yesterday. Despite my best attempt to fly under the radar, Kristine wrangled up a bunch of my friends and surprise me with a small birthday celebration.

She and I had spent the weekend before celebrating our first wedding anniversary. Yay! We ate and drank well in Napa, that's for sure. Next time you're in town, do your best to enjoy some "temporary relief from hunger" at Thomas Keller's Ad Hoc. #raceweight

Alex, Bo and I have each been dealing with injuries, allergies or other unforeseen distractions, so no one's really feeling prepared for Ironman Lake Tahoe in just over three week's time. Fortunately, we're booked for a week-long "training camp" next week, where we'll hope to gain back some lost (or never found) fitness. Me, I'm just trying to figure out how to swim, bike and run without further aggravating this back injury of mine.

(On the back injury, by the way... I'm starting to think it's a rib thing. Dislocation? Thoracic sprain? Something like that. All I know is I'm sick of walking/running/riding on "eggshells". Go away already, back pain!)

Two and a half more weeks of hard, focused training before a short, one-week taper and then the season's over. I had pretty high expectations this year, you can't win 'em all. Time to finish this thing out (limp or no) and take a few months to get healthy again.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Murphy's Law & One Month to Go!

I have good news and bad news. The good news is that my hip pain has subsided and is nearly gone. I notice it only early in the morning, or after I've done a bit of running.

Unfortunately, the bad news outweighs the good news: as I was starting to get back into running, I managed to give myself some kind of insanely painful back muscle strain. I've never had to go home from work due to pain before, but when I tweaked this thing last week, the spasms were excruciating.

I should have been riding long and running long last weekend, but thanks to this new injury, I found myself laying on the sofa and popping ibuprofen on a regular schedule.

A week has passed and the acute pain has subsided. I still feel an ominous twinge back there, as if any errant movement could cause all kinds of muscles to fire in the wrong directions. It's a really scary feeling.

For that reason, I've been afraid to ride my bike on the road. I set up the fantastic indoor stationary trainer that Kristine's parents bought me for Christmas and I've been trying to pound out interval workouts and maintain what fitness I have. Swimming's slowed down drastically, and running has halted again.

One month to go!

I think I might be okay to ride - and maybe even run! - this weekend, and if not this weekend, definitely by next weekend. Gosh. One month 'til race day and I haven't logged nearly enough hours on the bike or on the run. This race is going to be a slog. And you know what that means?

It means I'm going to need all the help I can get.

I'm so glad this race is close to home. My parents will be there, and Kristine, and tons of friends and friends of friends. I feel like I'm going to recognize half of the field out there. To get through this race, I'm going to need every ounce of support from those friends, family and fans as I can get.

I've been forced to drastically adjust my expectations. All I want to do now is finish this thing. And I really think I will, but damn... I'm gonna need your help, folks!

Friday, August 9, 2013


This past weekend, +Kristine Marigomen and I packed up the car and set off for Siskiyou County to tackle the renown (yet largely undiscovered) Shasta Summit Century ride. It was a long drive, and I-5 is flat, straight and boring until we got closer to Lake Shasta. From then on, the drive was very pretty, and Siskiyou County (home of the towering Mount Shasta) was absolutely gorgeous.