Pondering Pupus

2008-05-14_IrisII 028This morning after swimming I had two eggs and a bowl of cereal, which is pretty much standard. That was 7am, but now it’s noon and I wanted to find something un-standard to satisfy my hunger (and to power a lunchbreak nap). I’m not a huge banana fan, but after eating 4 lbs of strawberries yesterday (not by myself), something not red sounded pretty good.

I’ve never noticed a bunch of bananas that ripen so unevenly. Why would half be ripe while the other two are hard and green? Can anyone answer this? (The ripe one I ate was good. mmm…organic.)

 

2008-05-14_IrisII 029Then I made a sandwich out of leftover crab cake that my dad bought for dinner last night, some spinach, tomato, and non-flour flax bread (it’s funny, they avoid using flour, but add cornstarch for a binder – that’s a bit silly). It was so good I took a picture.

I promise I’ll find something interesting to write about besdies spectroscopy. In the mean time, go read the blogs listed in my sidebar, like Greg’s, Loren’s, and Rory’s. Here’s a picture of the lowest tide of the year. (It smelled awful.)

2008-05-14_IrisII 024 For those paying attention, this post really didn’t have much pondering, and it’s tough to really call a sandwich and fruit pupus, but I like alliteration and couldn’t think of another short way to say I had an awesome lunch that was worth writing about.

I Want My Maps!

 image I did some really cool long workouts over the weekend. When I went to upload the data from my Forerunner 305 the maps didn’t show. Only the shorter workouts would show up, so I clicked ‘upload’ again in the Motionbased agent – still no luck. Turns out last week when I switched the data recording option to ‘every second’ from ‘smart recording’ I forgot to switch back. Thus, I had too many data points in the long workouts for the Motionbased account to handle. I wish MB would fix this problem, along with a slew of others I have with their site. It has improved slightly over the past year that I’ve been using it, but those improvements have not been so much with function as with general speed of the sight (i.e. page load times, upload times, etc.). I’m really excited for the new connect.garmin.com which will work with the new Garmin Forerunner 405 and Edge 705. The edge will also gather data from the Quarq CinQo power meter, which will hit stores next month.

As for my workouts, I found a back entrance to Saint Edwards Park, which is about four miles from my house and has some great mountain biking and trail running paths. I suppose if I can’t show a map then the back entrance to the park (which lets me get there without running up 600 feet on a smoggy road to the regular entrance) will just have to be my secret. The bike ride I did was fun, but the biggest bummer is that I have no idea where I went. Chris Tremonte and I got fairly lost in an area near Issaquah filled with new tract homes that remind me of the show Weeds. It was one of those rides where you think you’re still riding away from the start when all of a sudden you bomb down a hill and end up on a road you’ve traveled dozens of times.

The weather in Marin County is 40 degrees warmer than here. That’s a degree for every 25 miles from Seattle. It’s also not raining in California, which means my clean bikes might stay clean when I get there in a couple weeks.

El Vez – The Mexican Elvis

image Last night I went to a show that I knew nothing about beforehand. It was El Vez – The Mexican Elvis. It was 80 minutes of rock song covers with Weird Al style lyrics driving home an extremely unambiguous political message. While singing songs for immigrant rights, Bush bashing, and getting out of Afghanistan and Iraq he tore apart pictures of President Bush, made several costume changes (including an Uncle Same suit and a Tiger jumpsuit), and had a woman in a Statue of Liberty costume remove her clothes (way further than the audience wanted) to symbolize the stripping of our civil liberties.

It was entertaining, but I think a few games of pool or shuffleboard would have been more fun, closer to home, and cheaper.  That’s the second time I’ve been disappointed with a show at the Kirkland Performing Arts Center, and since Kirkland (a small suburb of Seattle) has nothing else going for it*, I think I’ll stop going before the third strike.

*note: there is the Kirkland Triathlon, which I’ve never done, but which 3-time Kirkland champ Chris Tremonte loves. Plus they have Terra Bite, a coffee shop where there are no prices, you just pay what you think is fair. Apparently they make way more on a cup of coffee than Starbucks, and, since the customer sets the price, people are happy to pay it! To me it sounds like a cheap place for a snack on my long rides.

Gotta Get Out

Friday morning around 4:40am my mom and I were fighting over containers of Clif Electrolyte Drink and Base Amino in a rush to get to our respective 5am workouts. Normally this quality time with my mother has very little in the way of conversation (I try not to fully wake up until about 300 yards into my swim workout). This particular morning, however, there was an odd odor filling the downstairs of the house. I thought maybe the pound of Kale I had consumed Thursday night was the culprit, but the scent didn’t seem to be correlated with where I was or had been. We looked around for "gifts" from the dog and cat, but, finding none, decided we could search for odors when we got home. Last night the smell was still there, but again our search returned no indication of the source. I thought for sure it was some kind of propane leak, my mom thought perhaps an animal’s carcass was rotting in the air intake, and my dad looked around aimlessly for some explanation of why we would not shut up.

image This morning we continued to search. My mom decided that whatever was dead or dying must be under the house. This, she explained, is why it’s only the first floor, and why it does not seem to have a traceable scent. I continued to change my mind about what type of gas was leaking – methane, propane, some kind of mixture. While my mother and I discussed the horrible smell my dad crawled under the house to find that an abandoned sewer pipe from the previous house had started leaking sewage, which is now about two inches deep under our house. All winter our neighbors have been struggling with sewage problems as a creak nearby kept flooding. We thought we had escaped the mess unaffected, but now it seems everyone else’s sewer problems are ours as well. I’m planning to spend as much time on my bike, running, at the pool, or sitting at a coffee shop as I can for the next few days. Talk about motivation to get out and train.

 

UPDATE

2008-05-10_sewer_leak 001The plumber came out and fixed the pipe leak.  Stalwart Plumbing is awesome!!!

Unrested Racing

Recently I was browsing through some other triathlon blogs and I saw two posts that peaked my interest. One person was preparing for a race, which he described as a "training race". To him it meant that he should put no focus on the race, and instead he would train beforehand in such a way as to ensure he would be tired the day of the race (something like a long run, or a tempo run image the day before, after a hard week of training.). The second person was posing a question, "Should I taper or train right through?" She didn’t literally mean taper in the way I think of the word. To me a full taper is a 14 to 21 day shift in training in which quality increases and quantity of training decreases – dramatically – so that by the end the athlete can perform at absolute peak. You can’t do this very often, so it’s best only to taper fully at the end of the season, and maybe come close at a focus race before a mid-season break. What the second blogger meant is "should I rest for my race?" The answer of course, is yes, which I believe completely. A rest – for the purpose of this article – is a short break in training stress to allow the body to adapt to the training. Even if the race is a "training race" it cannot serve as any benchmark for performance if you show up dragging heels from peak training. There are several reasons I don’t believe in "training races", but first let me give a little history of the subject from my own experience.

In competitive swimming the season goal is always a time. For instance, my goal my freshman year in college was to qualify for US Nationals in at least one event. It didn’t matter which race I made the time at, or how many people I beat (or lost to) during the season. All that mattered was if I was able to swim a 400IM faster than the qualifying time of 3:56.87. My team also had a goal, and that was to place as high as possible in the conference championships. In order to achieve both goals, the team policy at Columbia was to only taper once, at the end of the season. We trained through every dual meet we swam during the season, and the harder our training was, the more we would do before a race. Coming off our winter training trip to Puerto Rico, we showed up at Dartmouth to do a 6k workout early in the morning before our dual meet, then stayed after the meet for an additional 2k "loosen down". My best time in season that year was a 4:01.20, but at the end of the season when I finally tapered, I swam a 3:54.25.

So I know what it’s like to train through races, and I still believe that a true taper (along with shaving your legs) is something special, that should be reserved for the really big focus race.

Resting, on the other hand, is as important (or more) than training. Even when we swam six thousand yards the morning of a dual meet, we didn’t do any test sets, and nothing on the menu had enough spice to really hinder us. We were coming off of averaging 15k a day, so 6 grand was still a rest.

Rest becomes more important for longer races. You never see marathon runners go for a 60 minute tempo run the day before the race. A sprint distance triathlon is no marathon, but it is still more physically taxing than a typical swim meet (unless you do the 1650, 500 and 400IM, in which case your whole weekend was pretty much trashed after a Friday dual meet). A couple days of easy training will not make you slower, but it will allow you to race at your ability on race day.

Aside from the physiological need for rest leading up to an endurance race, there’s also a monetary, social, and logistical need to rest. When we go to a race we pay (more and more each year) for the unique ability to have a controlled course, and other competitors to compare yourself to. After weeks of training by ourselves the majority of the time, the race allows us to socialize with hundreds of other athletes, and to find out if riding the trainer to episodes of ’24’ is really paying off. We get up hours before daylight and travel long distances for this opportunity, and we do it because we want to test ourselves. If you have no intention of performing well then you shouldn’t show up to the race. There is no mathematical formula for converting a tired triathlon to a rested triathlon, and there is definitely no handicap for over training.

Periodization of training is no new concept. We stress, we recover. Where people get stuck is they think the athlete that stresses their body the most is the one that wins, but in reality, it’s the athlete that recovers the best, and is therefore able to add more stress sooner without overtraining (when your body breaks down rather than adapting). You need rest, so why not plan your periodized training so that a couple of days before your race you are in the "back off and allow the body to recover" portion? If you race during the over-stress phase, there’s a good chance you’ll cross that line into overtraining – at which point you will be forced to cut back – and it’s almost certain that you will under-perform to your potential.

I talked to Macca in Florida last month about the team racing he did in Europe. He told me the team sponsors pretty much owned the athletes. He raced over 60 times a season, so often he would race Friday then fly out to a Sunday race. Even with this race schedule, he still rested for races. This was the weekly training Chris told me he did:

M: rest

Tu: pick it up a bit

We: hard workout

Th: recover

F: Race

Sa: recover

Su: Race

Sixty races a year, and Chris McCormack was still resting a full day for each, plus a rest day. I guarantee Macca is better able to recover than 99.9% of the triathletes out there, so why on earth would a triathlete racing 10-15 times a year think he/she can get away with less than two days rest before a race?

"Training Race" is an absurd term. You train to race. You don’t race to train. Unrested racing is just a losers way of preparing an excuse.

Juerge Feldman of FaCT Canada

Saturday, after my 10 mile, no warm-up, supposed to be a recovery pace ride, all-out time trial to see my mom race, I rode over to HSP to see a physiology workshop by Juerge Feldman. I knew going in that Juerge is a big promoter of Spiro Tigers, which are apparatae for training your respiratory muscles. Since my coach, Dr. Michael McMahon, was part of the group in Switzerland that did the original studies on Respiratory Muscle Training (RMT), I thought it would be pretty interesting to see what new studies have found, and hear a lecture from another person very familiar with a relatively new training technique.

imageNow, basically, the Spiro Tiger is a bag that you hyperventilate into and it measures the volume of air you breath and at what rate over the duration of the exercise. Sounds pretty simple, right? Well with a price tag of about $1000, there is probably more to it than that. It does have a cool 1980’s looking computer that beeps a lot, and a few equally retro buttons that do things that I’ve not taken the time to learn, but I think the price comes down to the fact that Spiro has the patent on RMT devices, and enough money (from selling $1000 bags) to hire a good patent attorney.

I’m oversimplifying because I’m a little sick of everything in this sport having a huge price tag, and in fact, RMT does seem to have beneficial effects on endurance athletes, and Spiro Tiger is definitely the best way to train your respiratory system in isolation (meaning you can train your lungs without adding miles to your leg muscles).Still, before shelling out a grand for a rubber bag on a computer, I wanted to be convinced. I’m surrounded by people that believe in the effects of RMT. The Institute of New Medicine, HSP, Dr. McMahon… So why I wanted to hear it from a Swiss physiologist living in Canada, I’m not sure.

The lecture started at 2pm, but I showed up at 12:30 so I could ask some pre-lecture questions about lactate testing, nutrition, and how to pick a good set of cross-country skis while they’re on sale (Juerge coached the Swiss National XCountry Ski Team). I’m glad I came, because even after 90 minutes with Juerge to myself and his nearly four hour lecture, I still had questions that I wanted to stay to ask. Honestly, Juerge is a smart guy, but he tried to fit a full semester of material into a one day seminar. I now have more questions than I started with, and I’m seriously thinking of signing up for his week-long training camp in the fall.

So what did I learn about the Spiro? Basically, when you train, it’s the weakest part of the system that gets the most training, so how much you are able to train everything else is limited by that weak link. Also, training any part at full capacity all the time does not allow it to recover and adapt. Thus if your respiratory system is the weak link, and every time you run, bike, or swim you work the respiratory system to it’s maximum, then your training is limited by how much your respiratory system can improve while working out. Furthermore, when you’re thinking about your legs or arms or the car braking in front of you, you can’t really focus on quality breathing, and your respiratory system doesn’t improve as much as it could if it were the focus of attention. By using the Spiro Tiger regularly Juerge’s athletes have shown over 50%improvement in the amount of air they can breath during a VO2 test, and they also breathed more slowly. Meaning that their lung capacity grew. The other cool thing was that before training, the athletes were unable to breath a greater amount of air without exercising (meaning using the Spiro Tiger). For instance, one athlete could breath 122 L/min during a max effort test, but could not breath any more air without exercising. So were the muscles the limiting factor, or the ability to breath? After the doing RMT for five years, however, the same athlete breathed 180 L/min during the VO2 max test, but could breath 220 L/min without exercise. After RMT the athlete still has a weakest link, but it’s not his lungs.

The seminar was pretty convincing. I’m not sure when I’ll have $1000 to shell out for a Spiro Tiger, but I’m putting it on my wishlist, right after a Garmin Edge 705, a Garmin Forerunner 405, and a Quarq CinQo. Actually, now that I look at my wishlist, I’m noticing a trend. The Spiro Tiger is the only thing that actually changes my training (we may even say it “improves” training), while the others “improve” training by giving objective feedback on the work I’m already doing (plus telling me where I’m doing it, what the street names are ahead, what the weather is, how strong the wind, how to get back to where I started, how to get to where I’m going… ). Once an engineer, always a nerd.

Opening Day

imageToday is one of the 90 or so days a year that you go outside just bask in the glory that is the Pacific Northwest. It makes my 275 days of whining about the weather seem worthwhile. Go I love Seattle. Is there any more perfect place? Today, I think not.

Yesterday was one of the 275. It drizzled, stayed gray the entire day… And it was opening day of Yacht Season, a day we celebrate maximally in the northwest. According to Boating Life Magazine, Seattle is one of the top ten places in the country for living and boating. The article says, "Geographically, Seattle is flat-out ideal for boating and the outdoor lifestyle. You hear about the gray weather, but those who live here do not let that (whether fact or somewhat exaggerated fact) dampen their zeal."

The opening day celebrations include hundreds (maybe thousands) of boats tying up to a log boom near the entrance to Lake Washington in front of University of Washington’s Husky Stadium. The Husky Crew Team hosts a regatta, where both local and international teams come to compete on the four lane 2000m course through the Mountlake Cut. One of those boats, a mixed eight racing in the 50+ division, was sporting the greatest masters rowing ever: my mom.

I had a typical morning, and was just leaving my house (about 10 miles away from the race) at 10am to see a 10:25 race start. I didn’t realize how late it was until I was 8.5 miles away with 20  minutes before the race, which meant I needed to average 25.5 mph on my fender bearing, squeaky chained rain bike, including obstacles like stop lights, hills, dogs on the bike path, and police barricades (some roads were closed near the race). When I arrived I was panting so hard I could hardly get the words out to ask which heat was coming through, but the man understood and pointed to the "mixed 8 50+" – my mom’s heat! I had about 20 seconds, so I ditched my bike on the deck of the bridge and ran to the side. "Excuse me," I tapped two girls on the shoulder. "Could I lean over the edge for a moment to cheer for my mom?" They smiled, and moved.

"GO MOM!" her boat was about 200m from the bridge, but in 3rd place.

"Maybe you should use her name, they’re all mom’s." The girls were my peanut gallery.

"Huh? Half of them are men!" Nevertheless I followed their advice. "GO RUTH ANN!! PUSH"

image"Actually, technically she’s pulling." Thanks Ladies, my heart rate is about 250 bpm, I just bruised my bike seat area over about 1200 roots that have completely destroyed the pavement on the Burke Gilman Bike path, I’m soaking wet, and can hardly see through my glasses to distinguish which of the four gray-haired ladies is my mother, and I picked two hecklers to stand between. Besides, aren’t they pushing with their legs?

My mom’s boat didn’t do all that well, but just being able to race in opening day is an honor. They also weren’t last, which is always a good thing.

The painting to the left is the Mountlake Cut where the boats were racing, and the Mountlake Bridge, where I was being heckled.

5am workouts

I turns out that 5am comes after 4am. This has been a question I’ve had for a very long time. I knew from college that 4am existed, but I was pretty sure that after closing time the night stopped (true, some people push this into after parties, which lead to after after-parties, which lead to eventually missing all of Monday’s classes, but I like sleep to much for that.). I’ve also known about 5am for a long time. That’s the hour when you hit snooze a dozen times before actually getting up for a 6am workout, which is still an hour before you really want to be awake.

Then the 5am swim workout was introduced to my schedule. This involves waking up at 4:30am (a time which did not previously exist in my chronological perception) to a cell phone with no decent ring tones, staring at the mirror wondering if my toothbrush will move itself, chugging down some Base Water and a Clif Bar, and heading to the closest pool to my house, at 25 yard, 83 degree hot tub with blue paint on the bottom to hide the yellow tint of the water. Sure enough, standing there in a drag suit and University of Hawaii swim cap the clock rolls over from 4:59 to 5am and about a dozen of us dive into tepid water.

Why 5am? We swim for 90 minutes, and the kids (I swim with high school kids who beat my like a rag doll) don’t have to be at school until 8am, so it blows my mind that high school kids – notorious for staying up late and falling asleep in class – would agree to swim practice any earlier than necessary.

I know a lot of age group athletes with families and normal lives who manage to do 5am workouts everyday, and I welcome your accusations, but I question why the sun would still be hiding if we were supposed to be out training?

Loren probably has an answer to this, as every time I’ve stayed with him he’s insisted on 5am swim lessons. This means I get up at 4:45 to go watch him swim. I don’t even get a workout from it.

Schedule Change

image There’s a reason my race calander says "tentative" when I send it to people. Yesterday I added another race to it, the Seoul Asia Cup in South Korea (I added the country for those who failed 6th grade geography). Actually, South Korea is technically ‘The Republic of Korea’.

A good friend of mine from high school (who I’ve rarely seen since) is now living in Mokpo, just south of Seoul, and he kee

ps a blog of his adventures. I’m reading it to help prepare for my short trip. I’m not sure what Korean food will do to me before a race, but my guess is that eating Korean BBQ beforehand in Seattle will not help me. At least the hip hop scene has lyrics easier to understand than Sean Paul ("Can’t tan pon it long…..naw eat no yam…no steam fish….nor no green banana" – I have no clue what that means).

I added the race because the Calgary Continental Cup in June was canceled (don’t know why), and I wanted to do another draft legal race before the summer season gets rolling and I’m knee deep in biweekly racing. I chose Seoul because of a sweet travel assistance package offered by the race director. Coming from Seattle, the tickets were within the travel compensation offered, so I lucked out on a (nearly) free trip to race in Asia.