Its interesting how one's perspective can change over
time. I used to go inside when it was below 40 degrees
outside. On Monday I went running when it was eight
below zero and it wasn't all that bad. I would not
want to spend a whole season doing it, but its fine
for the time being. It probably helps to have pretty
mountains to look at while freezing my butt off.

My point on perspective is that I am currently waiting
for it to "warm up." Once it gets to -10 I'll start my
morning run. Maybe this will gain me some respect from
my friends up north, but I doubt it. I remember
reading about a group of folks training through the
winter in Fairbanks, Alaska. They routinely shoveled
lane one at the track each week. I hope summer makes
it worth it.

Things are starting to get rolling again. I spent four
weeks "off the clock" following Ironman Florida. I
managed a trip to Sweden in there. The entire side of
my mother's family is overseas so its always fun to
get over there and see everyone. It was cold and dark
there, but I had a great time hanging out with
everyone and drinking a little wine. I likely had too
much wine one night as I found myself in a club one
night trying to imitate Madonna's routine from "Hung
Up." I failed, but I think I scored some points for
the ol' U.S. of A.

Since returning I've been at my parents' place in
Crested Butte, Colorado. We have been getting hammered
with snow, especially over the previous weekend. I had
planned on snowboarding once or twice over three
weeks, but I ended up venturing over to the hill three
times in the first week I was here. Its fun since the
entire mountain is made up of locals for the time
being (and the lift tickets are half price). Crested
Butte is a destination resort and does not receive
much of the front range traffic so the
in-between-dates can be sweet. If any of you are
planning a trip to the Rockies over the holidays I
wouldn't worry about snow conditions. It has been
taken care of.

I will be in Crested Butte for another eight or nine
days before heading down to Houston, Texas for the
holidays. I plan on getting there by the 17th, but I
haven't quite figured out the logistics yet. I'll be
there through the 28th (at least) and then its off to
Clermont until Memorial Day. I'm getting pretty pasty
white up here in the high country, but I think FL will
help reverse that.

Hopefully I'll get an adventure or two in while I'm
still here.

-j

Ironman Florida

IRONMAN FLORIDA 2005

I was really excited about this race which made race week seem exceptionally long. My parents, brother, aunt, uncle, and a couple cousins made the trip to PCB and I was motivated to give them a good show.
The ocean was not too rough, but it did have a steady chop and it had been much calmer all week long before the race. I was hoping to find a group on the first loop and enjoy the ride. I never really found a good group until two thirds of the first loop was complete. I managed to bridge the gap to a very large group of 10+ folks and it felt like I had hopped into the flow of the river at that point. I really wanted to stick with this group so I moved aggressively as I ran over the timing mat on the beach before starting the second loop. This was not the smartest of moves. I was totally redlining with a heart rate close to 190 at this point. Whoops. I ended up losing the group because I needed a couple minutes to settle down once I started swimming again. I found another group to swim with, but my swim tactics were rather poor on the day. I went over the timing mat in 56:57 which was on the low end of my 55-57 minute goal, but it was still much better than my 61 minute swim in 2003 and my 64 minute swim in Kona last year.
You would hope the first transition would be uneventful, but as I pulled my helmet out of the gear bag I found that one of the straps had broken in all the shuffling. I spent about a minute trying to put everything back together and somehow everything turned out ok.
I got on the bike and started riding steadily from the get go. This was the first time I was using power in a race and it made it easy to get rolling without riding too hard in the first 30 minutes. My heart rate was in the mid 170s at the start and it slowly came down and fell in line within the normal RPE/power/HR ranges. Obviously the swim had been a bit aggressive for me.
I spent the first 20 miles riding solo, but eventually a group of five to six riders began to form. This group stayed together for quite some time and grew bigger and bigger as we caught more and more riders. I tried to get away at each aid station, but it was hard to put a surge on early in the ride and everything would come back together after a few minutes. It was not until mile 60 that I was able to break away and make it stick. I knew the course was about to turn west at this point and we would then be riding with a tailwind for the next ten miles or so. I lifted the effort as I neared the turn and the tailwind made the speeds over 45kph once I turned west. The group was eventually reduced to four and then just to two. My friend Lon stayed with me through mile 75 or so, but I eventually rode away from him and rode solo to the end. There was a strong headwind for the final 20 miles of the bike which was not exactly what anyone wants at that point, but it happens.
I got off the bike in 4:49 and met my goal of riding 4:50 or faster. I made it through T2 in a reasonable amount of time and started the run. Just as I was starting my brother told me I was nine minutes out of the top ten. The first few miles were rather uncomfortable for me. My feet sometimes swell on long rides in warm weather and the weather on race day had apparently been warm enough to do so. This made each step quite painful and if the same thing had not have happened in Kona the year before then I might have been a little more concerned. After the first 5K I started to feel a little better and I focused on just running steadily.
I finished the first loop of the run and at this point my brother told me I was one minute out of the top eight. The news my brother told me and my caffeinated Catapult drink (from my special needs bag) had me motivated to keep things rolling. I was still running decently on the second lap, but I had to slow down considerably when I hit the aid stations. It gets crowded out there on the second loop and I had to make sure I got my cola at each aid station. I felt solid on the last 10K (relatively speaking of course) and I was able to deal with the unavoidable discomfort it provides. I was actually able to pick it up over the last couple miles and finish strongly. I crossed the finish line in 8:57 (3:05 marathon) and made it to 8th place overall.
The race had its peaks and valleys, but none of the valleys crushed me. I’m looking forward to putting my feet up through Thanksgiving and I’m equally anticipating next season.
Cheers,jd