Saturday, July 31, 2010

Reep takes a second crack at a Triathlon


Don't ask me why I decided to do a triathlon last summer, I have no rational explanation. I ended up being very dissatisfied with my performance and it left a bad taste in my mouth (and I'm not just talking the cotton taste from sucking wind). So I decided to try one more time this summer and then be done with it, kind of a "bucket list" thing. So I signed up for a triathlon in Denver that was today, and I am going to do one more in two weeks- the one in Springfield, Missouri I did so poorly on last year. Then I will be retired from triathlons.

Actually there is a semi-rational reason for why I decided to try these. I figured it would motivate me to be more disciplined with my eating as I really struggle with gluttony and am too often a poor example to my children in that area. It would also motivate me to exercise more. My wife runs 4-5 times a week and needs no goal to make her do it, she's just a very disciplined person. I seem to need goals for motivation. I usually do jog throughout the year so I can play soccer with our church team without dying, but not intensely and as far as training for a sprint triathlon requires- not to mention bike riding and swimming.

So with my sabbatical meaning 8-10 hours in a chair reading and writing each day, I thought I would ride my bike in the morning and run at night, then the last two weeks do some block training, riding my bike 10 miles, then immediately running 3 miles. It was brutal at first because Westcliffe is right at 8000 feet elevation. But once I acclimatized and shed some pounds it felt better. This morning's triathlon in Denver was at a paltry 5000 feet and I felt great. Well, all except for the 525 meter swim to start. I stink at swimming and there's no hope for me to get better, so I just know that going in. The key is to be in good enough shape to survive the ridiculous amount of energy I have to expend swimming with such awful form. Today it worked out well, I recovered on the 12 mile bike course with lots of hills, and actually enjoyed a leisurely 5k run to finish the thing. All in all, it was actually kind of sort of enjoyable. It helps that I've dropped 30 pounds since May. Funny how that works.

As for what place I came in or my time, I don't know either. I don't care. I turn 39 in less than a month. I'm just trying to stay alive. I'll let the younger skinnier folks fight it out for a trophy.

6 comments:

Rick Calohan said...

Swim, cycle, and run with endurance the race that is set before you!

"In the dust of defeat as well as the laurels of victory there is a glory to be found if one has done his best." — Eric Liddell

Hough said...

Did you give yourself a nickname Reep? Brian wonders if Reep is talking in the third person...

Perry said...

I see you've got your trusty, pink sports bottle handy in a pinch.

Woody Woodward said...

I was exhausted just reading. But my hats off to you big time!
By the way, hate for you to return to this very distressing news, but tomatoes this year are pathetic! Dad was really bumbed out Saturday night. I have yet to take one decent tomato off our vines, excepts tiny cherry tomatoes about the size of double OO Buck shot. At least all that Epson salt I over did in spring planting has kept my plants nice and green. If tall counts… I win, just very few blooms.

Woody Woodward said...

Cheri and I picked up Ginger last evening for our monthly Ronald McDonald house "serve and share" night and I got to see Tony's garden. The tomatoes don't look all the bad, but nothing is turning red and dad is getting very impatient. He has got some big ones coming on but, bless his heart, he is so frustrated by not having any zucchini or cucumbers. But have to warn you, he is getting so desperate, he is even making deals with the Lord! "Woody, I told the Lord, come on Lord, if you make this stuff rippen, I will share some of these red beauties with my son who let his garden rot away because he is serving You in far away Colorado." Well, it didn’t go just like that but, when it comes to stories about tomatoes, I always say, “ don’t let the facts get in the way of a big ole’ ripe story!”

Qayaq said...

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I would get one but it would look like 50# of meat shoved into a balloon.