Father’s Day eve was a dishwater gray day, all day. In truth, I don’t mind a drizzly day once in awhile. There’s less pressure to wring every ounce from the day. I take it as a personal invitation to slow down. Mow the lawn tomorrow. Maybe read a book. Definitely take a nap.
These hard-earned nuggets of fatherly wisdom are, of course, lost on my children. They just want me to stop talking in front of the TV and maybe, could you hurry up toasting those Pop-tarts?
What other indignities did I endure yesterday? Let’s find out….
My first Olympic-distance event in two years is done. It was a small race and an usually hot day, so given the conditions, I’m happy with my performance. You can’t control the weather and ultimately can only race the race you chose and do as much as your body allows.
The Ashland Lions Olympic triathlon is a long-running (this was the 26th year), local race held in and around Ashland and Hopkinton, MA. Part of the bike covers the marathon start. It’s run by FIRM racing, a smaller outfit that does a variety of endurance events in Massachusetts and Rhode Island. They run the popular Appleman tri in July.
I hadn’t actually heard of this race until I literally ran into during a training ride in the area a few years ago. There aren’t many Olympic distance events in general (compared to sprints and 70.3s) and to find one almost literally in my back yard seemed like an invitation.
It took a few years longer than I thought, but I finally toed the starting line this past weekend.
So how did it go? Let’s find out.
The anticipation had been building for a couple weeks. We showed them YouTube videos, read them the synopsis (we’ve found this really helps cut down on “whispered” questions during performances), had long dinner conversations about Oz, showed them more YouTube videos (we were a little worried about some parts for Ally so we used exposure therapy – it worked) and of course had the official cast recording playing 24/7. At least with these songs, I can easily sidestep the urge to explain how bad a president Hoover was to them.
Seeing a four year old break down Popular with dance moves is actually kind of impressive. Even if she is missing the point of the lyrics.
Saturday, the day had finally arrived and it all culminated in Ally appearing in our room at 5 a.m., all ready to go.
We (Michelle) have created musical fanatics. Yes, we are recording the Tony’s tonight for them. Yes, I will be watching the US/Mexico game in the basement.
Here’s how the rest of an “awesome” (Cece quote) Saturday went…..
After a long training block, the Ashland Olympic triathlon is on Sunday. Taper week is almost done. I’m feeling okay. No big injuries. Wet suit still makes me look ridiculous. Weather is looking clear, but pretty hot. Could have done without 90+ degrees, but I’d still prefer that to wind and rain.
The only thing left to do is stay hydrated, get some sleep and make sure my race bag is packed. That is no small issue, either. Three sports means three times the fun, but also three times the opportunity to forget something critical and have to walk around on race morning looking to beg, borrow or steal goggles.
It’s race week and if you’re an athlete, you know what that means. Call it what you want: tapering, peaking. Most everyone agrees it works, is necessary and can improve your race day performance, but how exactly do you do it? Every coach and every athlete seems to have their own opinion.
And maybe it is personal. What works for one, might not work for another.
Unlike a lot of training, it is more art than science. This can freak people out that are used to following a plan and a routine.
Here are the how’s and why’s for the strategies I follow during race week.
It’s Tuesday. That’s the day I re-fill my pill box for the week. Sometimes, given all the bottles I need to juggle to the counter, this makes me laugh. Sometimes, it’s the opposite.
The silver lining to spending a week in the hospital and donating countless vials of blood for testing is that you get a very accurate picture of what your body does and does not need.