Saturday, November 30, 2013

San Diego Time Trial

On Black Friday,
after some holiday yummy,
without spending any money,
I competed in the San Diego Time Trial. 

20 kilometers of pain,
30 minutes in the flame,
with only a little rain,
let off the chains. 

The blood sugars were high,
which didn't take away from the ride. 

The race euphoric,
Jamie hysteric, 
my legs electric.

I've been riding a lot since coming back from Europe. I've had sciatica pain down my left leg since around May. It started with flip turns in the pool then running and finally numbness down the leg. I started going to a chiropractor in June but kept running. 

After taking two steps forward and one step back continually between June and September, I finally stopped running. I've been doing a lot of core work, yoga and riding since. It's all helped. The pain is near gone. 

I love every second on the bike. Just riding has been wonderful and after about six weeks I feel my power has come back to where it was in May. I won't run until the start of 2014, just ride and start swimming again soon (without the flip turns). 

I had planned to do the time trial for the last few months. It was my motivation to ride between 150-200 miles/week. Riding has always been my favorite of swim/bike/run. It's also the best on diabetes. A four hour ride and for 24 hours diabetes is a non-factual no matter what I eat or how much insulin I give myself. 

Jamie was fantastic in getting back from Thanksgiving early enough on Thursday night to get sleep prior to the oddly scheduled Black Friday time trial. The roads were a little wet with some sand on the course but overall it was a good day. 

I didn't warm up enough, time cut short, the first lap was in the pain cave. The last two felt good. High blood sugars during the race, left overs from Thanksgiving. Nothing mattered. The euphoria was racing back.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Wedding Day

"For the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth - that Love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire"
- Viktor E. Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning

I married my best friend on October 12, on what was one of the most beautiful days of our lives. Jamie was an absolute beautiful bride. It was amazing with all of our friends and family in one place. We have this short video (click here) as a highlight of the day. A picture of the beautiful bride above. I want to thank all the people that helped put this day on; my groomsman, the bridesmaids, our parents and especially Jamie for all her work in making it such a perfect wedding.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Spain & France

I recently had the pleasure of going to both Spain and France, first for a bit of work then four days by myself for some adventure. During the trip I was able to get in some runs through the streets of Barcelona and down near the French Rivera on the Mediterranean. I had an amazing time, saw things I'll never forget and even befriended a few English teachers in the small French town of Perpignan. It all wets my appetite to do a foreign running race. This trip had nothing to do with exercise but more about a much needed short vacation to see a part of the world. Below is the video for my memories.

Monday, September 9, 2013

Ventura Half-Marathon

When I signed up for the Ventura Half-Marathon it was just a half-marathon, then it became a big deal. With a very big busy summer right along side wedding planning I initially registered to have at least one goal in mind. As the race grew closer I looked forward to it more and more. 

Jamie and I left for Ventura early Saturday morning so we could stop in Santa Monica at a bar on the third street promenade to watch her beloved San Diego State football team get absolutely crushed by Ohio State (42-7 for the record, sorry Jamie). We left by half when the game got out of hand and made our way to Ventura. After packet pick-up we met our friend Mike and his girlfriend Marjorie for dinner on the Ventura Pier then headed back to the hotel.

After waking up early to let the insulin clear Jamie and I made our way down to the race. I told Mike and Marjorie they could go with us at 5:15 but knew that would be early for most. I told Mike the night before that if I left later I'd probably end up having a panic attack. (Thanks Coach Verdugo for my time anxiety.) 

We made our way to downtown Ventura, parked and waited. We ate our breakfast (had my rice cakes) and just sat in the car. This seems to be why I like the morning so much. It may always be darkest before he dawn but it's also the most peaceful. Calm. 

My blood sugar was perfect when I woke up. I've been on Levemir long acting insulin since Ironman last November and it has say the least. I never have freak out moments anymore about where my blood sugar will end up when I awake as I did with an insulin pump. My morning blood sugars remained well until right before the starting gun.

Just before the race started I saw an arrow up on the CGM, which was fine, it is simply time to wait and see where it in ends up leveling off. Until of course it doesn't. Double arrows up. I do not believe it was adrenaline that caused this spike. It was simply under-dosing insulin and then eating another half rice-cake. 

The race started well. I felt good but needed my legs to loosen more. The course was nearly flat along the boardwalk area in Ventura and then through farmland, out and back. Jamie and I ran about the first two miles together then separated. 

Around mile 5 my blood sugar was still high and I knew I wanted to have the gel I carried. My blood sugar by this point was reading 280 on the CGM. I continued to run and tested with the small meter I carried in a SpiBelt. 270 is what that read. Time for a unit. Somehow without breaking pace I pulled out the syringe, pushed out 4 of the 5 units I didn't need, jabbed the syringe in my sweaty stomach and continued, hoping the insulin went in. 

I took water and some gel at the next aid station as it was nearing the turn around. I still felt good at this point and was holding the exact pace I set out on. 

A few months ago I wrote about clarity during workouts; those hard intervals workouts when you're going so hard that your mind loses track of everything else and all that matters is that very moment. I found myself in that position on Sunday and I can't tell you how good it felt. It was the first time in the last few months that I felt completely in control of my own universe. When it hurt around mile 10, I was the one that could stop or keep going, the sole decision maker with no real decision to be made. 

My side started to hurt around my mile 12 but in a way it felt really good. I didn't want the race to end. The last mile didn't really feel great but in a mental way felt amazing. I crossed the line exactly where I wanted to be, sub-1:40, a new PR. Jamie crossed soon after with her new PR. I hugged and kissed her, no pictures, no phones, just us at the finish line.  

Training Peaks Link. Link has all my race data. 

Race Results
Brennan 1:39:51
Jamie 1:42:50

Monday, September 2, 2013

Busy Summer

It's been a busy summer to say the least. Over 10,000 air miles ranging from Chicago, Denver (twice), Seattle, Houston and even Las Vegas for my bachelor party. A great conference on diabetes and exercise, new friends and now finally a race again. 

Jamie and I are heading north to Ventura, CA where we will meet our friend Mike to run the Ventura Half Marathon next Sunday. I wanted to peak out at 40 miles/week but ended up just over 35 in the last three weeks along with easy some biking. 

The training has been between work travel mixed with wedding planning events (Jesus Bootcamp where a priest gave us the okay to get married next month). Jamie has done an awesome job training the last twelve weeks, running six days a week nearing 40 miles/week. 

This is the first stand alone half-marathon I've ran in well over 18 months. Looking forward to seeing how it goes. 


Sunday, June 16, 2013

Carlsbad Beach Fest 1-mile swim

Prior to a wedding for one of Jamie's college roommates, we headed north to Carlsbad so I could compete in a one mile ocean swim. I found the race last weekend and decided it was a good idea to test the water and make the swimming I've done the last six months count for something. 

No idea on the official results but I was somewhere under 29 minutes. Started swimming, got about 100 yards out realized we could all still stand up. Stood up, ran some more. It was smooth sailing through the break from there until the first buoy where the waves got a little rough. Made the turn south, a little rough then through the kelp bed. Felt like I could have walked on the water it was so thick. Swam with my head up for about 50-75 yards pulling kelp until the second/final turn. It smoothed out from there until the lifeguard on the jet ski told two-three us we were heading too far north. Sighting the shore was pretty poor on my end. Turned a little southeast on the way back in. Landed far too north on shore so ran to the finish about 1/10 mile down. 

Looking at prior mile swim results I'm very happy with how the race turned out for me as compared to when I started this whole open water swimming process in 2011. 

Big thanks to Jamie for getting out of bed to come with and support me. 

No caption needed. Wow.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Very Proud: Jamie and her Mom

Couldn't be prouder of Jamie and her Mom at the Rock'n'Roll San Diego Half-Marathon a weekend ago. Jamie told me at the onset of her training that she wanted to go under 1:45 and she accomplished that last Saturday. I don't think Jamie missed a workout. I could see her attitude toward running change over the course of her training as well, from "running hurts" (h20 athlete) to "I enjoy this". Her Mom, Ann, completed her first half-marathon with the help of training from her Pear device.

Alas, I have no picture of Jamie and I at the race because...we never seem to think of that until later. Whoops. Now to convince Jamie to do the Ventura Half-Marathon in September with me.

Friday, May 31, 2013

Team USA

Although I'm not taking the slot, I'm posting it so I have this forever....because it's cool as heck. It definitely gives a sense of national pride. 

I looked it up for 2014. It's in Spain.
Location: Pontevedra, Spain

They already have 2015 listed.

Location: Adelaide, Australia

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Qualifying for a world championship with a 300 blood sugar

Racing the OC Duathlon this year brought a lot full circle for me. This was actually my first ever multisport race in 2010. That year it was a 5k run-37k bike-5k run and this year it was a 2k run-37k bike-10k run. In 2010 both runs were pancake flat while this year the second run was a very hard hill climb run with a challenging bike. This was basically my A-race for the year without fully declaring that in my training, even though I've still been swimming consistently considering this race had no water involved. 

This race was also a qualifer for the World Duathlon Championship in Ottawa in August. I think this is the real reason I signed up, I wanted something different and some goal around it. 
Waking up race morning I had a slightly high blood sugar just over 200. Not ideal race morning. I drew up the insulin, gave myself the injection and went on my way setting up transition nice and early.

Double arrows up on my continuous glucose monitor (CGM), my blood sugar rocketed well past the 300 line and kept going up. I checked to make sure it was right and gave myself a slight correction. Problem was.... it kept going up. Even after setting up transition it was still on the rise and by this point I could feel it. My stomach turned to knots and the lethargic feeling set in. I took my blood sugar again, still over the top high and gave myself another correction.

Jamie wasn't with me at this race so I was alone. I text my Dad first knowing he would be awake two time zones away then Jamie. In reality I was looking for the "it'll be fine", "go win one for the gipper", encouragement I knew I would get. I told Jamie I would start and see how I felt by the end of the bike. At this point I was definitely spilling ketones in my urine and decided if that kept up I would pull the plug.

I ran twenty minutes for a warm up with high hopes (literally high hopes) that my skyrocketing blood sugar would come down. It seemed to level out somewhere in the 300's before the gun went off for the 2k start.

Race Start: 2k Run
The race was off. My stomach was in knots but I seemed to hold my desired pace. It was an out and back to transition. Down on the way out, up on the way back.

Running shoes off for the bike. During the first run I couldn't imagine how I would keep up with that blood sugar. Some where in the first two miles of the bike a miracle happened and I felt fine.

I think that's the beauty of racing. The adrenaline takes over and you can do things as long as your mind can imagine it. I kept telling myself to stay in the moment and all would be fine, turned out it was.

About twenty minutes into the bike I felt my CGM beep that my blood sugar was crashing. Perfect I thought, now I can have a gel and level it off. I ate two gels and rode. I felt great riding, I was holding the power numbers I wanted and told myself I was having a good race.

Then I tested while riding another twenty minutes later, now forty minutes into the bike. Still in the 300's. The number on the screen shocked me. It didn't matter. I felt good. I would cruise into transition and test again on the run.

Run (2): 10k
At this point who knows how I felt. I tested the first mile on the run while holding my pace, 320. I pulled a syringe out of my tri kit and threw three units into my leg. I can't imagine it took more than two total seconds. 

I had forty minutes left of this race and I wanted at least one more gel for energy to finish. I hit the lap button on my watch and took the last gel fifteen minutes after the injection (roughly the time insulin takes to get in the system).

The run on this course is brutally hard. A slight down hill for the first two miles then a monstrous climb for the next few miles to the finish line which is at a different point from the transition area.

I finished the race incredibly strong for everything that had happened. The last mile for me was brutally tough, my body finally having enough. I ended the race with my blood sugars in the high 200's, nearly double the blood sugar of all the other competitors.

I can honestly say this may be one of my proudest races. In the moments I should have felt like death I felt good. I kept in the moment and didn't worry about why my blood sugar could be so high or how it was negativity affecting my current world. Blood sugars can be a state of mind as much as a real number.

Even with that blood sugar I qualified for the age-group duathlon world championships. I won't be taking the spot as it is the same weekend as my planned bachelor party (don't worry friends, we are still going to Vegas). I finished in 2:05 with a 1:08 bike and 0:48 run.

I'm not completely positive why my blood sugar went through the roof like that. The only real logic I can come up with is that I didn't give myself the full dose of insulin at 4:30am. For a race I normally lay out the syringe with the insulin in it the night prior. This time I didn't. Race lesson, lay out the insulin the night before.

The best part
I had to walk two miles back from the finish line to transition. Halfway two friendly women in a Lexus SUV with a roof rack holding a bike stopped and yelled, "do you want a ride to transition". I responded "my mother would kill me if I got in that car". 

Mary-Beth and Beverly (as I learned their names were) responded; "honey we aren't going to do anything to you". I said I didn't know if I should take that as a compliment or be offended. Then I promptly took the ride. My mother would be very disappointed with me getting in that car but I couldn't resist.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Central Valley Riding

This last weekend I was lucky enough to ride some of the best roads I've ever ridden. Jamie was in a friends wedding in Pismo Beach, CA, along the coast in the Central Valley of California, just south of San Luis Obisbo so I brought my bike to do some riding while Jamie went with the girls for wedding day fun. 

It turned out to be one of the best rides I've ever been on. I loved every second of it and felt so fortunate to be able to ride in such a lovely place. The roads were smooth with no stops and hardly any traffic. Going north I ended up at a lake called Lopez Lake with many campers and boaters. It was the second road however that was the gem. 

I planned to ride Hausna Road, which was a 10 mile stretch of road that I knew would dead end. What I didn't know was the end of the road was a beautiful valley called Hausna Valley. As I stood here at the end of the road looking into the valley with no cellular singular I thought about how few people have probably stood in this spot. Everyone knows the beauty of Diamond Head in Hawaii but so very few have seen this hidden area, away from the world with no connection to the outside besides one lone road

Panorama view of the valley.
The road to the north is Lopez Lake and the south is Huasna Road.
 I told Jamie that if we hit the lottery I would buy that ranch in the valley. Turns out not even a $250 million powerball could afford it. From a newspaper article I found, "Excelaron claimed the 720-acre field sits atop 208 million barrels of oil, of which 30 percent is recoverable and at $100 a barrel is worth $6.24 billion".

Later at the wedding.

Monday, May 6, 2013

Spring Sprint Duathlon

It's a big race when you get to start with argyle socks! 

Fun morning racing in the Spring Sprint Duathlon. This was the first time I've raced a duathlon since my first multisport event in 2010, the Orange County Duathlon. I'm racing that event again this year in two weeks so the sprint was a good prep. 

Early morning with a 6:45 race start time. Up at 4:30, 178 blood sugar. Fast acting insulin shot, get ready, Clif Bar and off. 

After a warm up and another unit of insulin mixed in with another Clif Bar the race was off. 1 mile run, 10.5 mile bike, 5k run.

A mile run out and back. I felt great for the start. It's been one nagging leg thing after another since the ankle injury so I was happy nothing was acting up once the race had started. 
 Hop on the bike for two laps around Fiesta Island for about an 10.5 mile bike. 

The winds on the back side were the strongest I've ever felt on the island but my legs felt strong. I played back and forth with another racer for about a lap then finally completely over took him around the start of the second lap. I knew he would be a far stronger runner than me so I wanted to add whatever time I could. Around and around the merry-go-round we go for the two laps then back to transition. 

Off the bike and putting the running shoes back on we went out for the two lap run course. Here is where it started to get cloudy. I couldn't tell if I was having a low blood sugar or if it was just the blood rush, I tested while still running (yes, you can do that). Blood sugar was 140, perfect for the race. 

I couldn't believe when I passed the first mile that I had only gone that far. Everything seemed to be in slow motion but things seemed to speed up from there. The first lap of the run was my own personal hell but the second lap I felt good. I finished strong and was happy with how the day went. 

The gentleman I went back and forth with during the bike ended up passing me near the middle of the second lap on the run. Looking at the results he ended up beating me by twenty seconds. If I could go back I would have pushed the bike a lot more. 

My running this year is sloppy to put it nicely but I've made improvements on the bike for the long term and I'm gaining confidence with longer distance running.

Overall: 1:00:30.8
 Run 1: 6:31 (Told you Dad)
T1: 34 seconds
Bike: 00:30:10
T2: 40 seconds
Run 2: 22:32 (7:15 pace)
2nd in my age group to the overall winner, 10th overall out of 112. Results here.

Jamie was a trooper today, with a 4:30am day start she beat the rush to take all the pictures and support me through the morning. 

Monday, April 22, 2013

Week 1 Food Challenge

One of the things I like about posting training, eating and racing is that it keeps you honest. It's a time to reflect on past and present even if it's just my parents and a few friends reading.

In being honest, week 1 of the food was... well... falling off the wagon. Being navigator in an ultra van for a Ragnar Relay with zero sleep (I think I closed my eyes for 20 minutes on Friday night but never was actually asleep) lead to the wheels coming off the wagon on whole food. 

The low point was a cake pop at 5:30am from a Starbucks. 

It was so good though. Wow. I see why the rest of America is obese. Once the brain had no sleep and the shakes started with a ton of decision fatigue, I lost utter control. My blood sugar the next four hours fell victim.

Nine hours of sleep was all I managed on Saturday night, eleven last evening. Even Monday wasn't the best day for the whole food thing. Trying to finish off checking up on sleep and returning to normal. 

Ragnar was fun as always though so maybe, just maybe the cake pop was worth it. I got to run twice and the second time was through Mission Bay. It was at noon on Saturday after no sleep but I was grateful to have a job that allows me to be with fun people and run in the sun of San Diego.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Six Week Food Challenge

Those that know me know I eat a healthy diet, especially when considered against the diet of most Americans. 

I want a challenge though. One that helps my body beyond athletics. My swim, bike, run training has been going well enough, there are no huge race plans this year so I want to challenge myself in other ways beyond work and athletics.

For six weeks I'm going to eat nothing but whole foods, nothing processed. Really, I don't eat a ton of processed food anyway. I already eat gluten free 99% of the time. I feel better and its an easy way to guide me to make the right choices.

For the next six weeks though, I want to step it up a notch and make a huge effort to eat all whole foods. No gluten free pizza, no splenda in coffee, no corn tortillas, no sneaking some of Jamie's ice cream at night. 

Real. Food.

From now until May 25 let's see how I do.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Carlsbad 5000

Ran in the Carlsbad 5000 this morning. It's a very well put on event with a huge professional prize purse, especially for a local 5k. 

It was the first time I have done a race this short since July 4th, 2011. I ran about at least a minute slower than I would have liked but not everyday is fast. 

I was reminded of one thing though; redlining for twenty minutes crushes blood sugars. 

This race had a late start, 11:38 for my age group. A normal breakfast, at a normal wake up time. Woke up about 190, kept it right there until I warmed up for the race at 10:45 when I had 35gram bar. Spiked it to 245, which I thought warming up would drop but it didn't. Nerves were hitting, race was delayed because of the Amtrak (it's an odd race that is timed to the train), started. 

Happy with an even pace throughout the race. Very heavy legs during the last miles but kept pace. Here is the race file. Finished with about a 20:45 (competitor hasn't updated website). 

After finding Jamie, took my blood sugar, 355. 6 units insulin. 455 with zero food about an hour later. Ouch. Time for an injection prior to the next 5k.

From the professional race
In the next few months
Official race result, full minute slower than my PR. 


Thursday, March 21, 2013

The shoes one likes

I finally retired the shoes I wore at Ironman and many other races. I only wore them during speed work and races so they lasted awhile but it's time. We've been through a lot together but they need to go. Good bye old friend. 

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Seeing Double

The ankle has gotten a lot better in the last two weeks. It still isn't a 100% but I'm back up over 30 miles per week which is where I'd like to be while adding more. In order to add mileage over the last three weeks I've done double runs on Saturday instead of the usual long run. I feel so much fresher than blasting out a 10+ mile run. Plus I have no long distance running event in the near future, only 10k distances or shorter. 
The theme has been a run over an hour then an easier recovery run in the evening. All three weekends I've built each longer than the previous weekend with a huge focus on recovery and making sure the ankle is better than the day before. I've also done a lot of treadmill running as a focus for recovery

Just about every run has been on a trail or treadmill. Each run has had a purpose, not just junk miles. Either off the bike for a short 20 minutes, hill repeats, tempo or aerobic, each has been there for a reason. The injury has helped that focus.
I've written about my own gels before but trying something new. This time with pitted dates. It's really good with the sweetness of dates. Two dates have as much potassium as a tab of Nuun so throw that in the blender with brown rice syrup, some sea salt and some cacao powder for a chocolate treat on a long run or bike. Much better than buying the gels. 
Blair took our engagement pictures over the weekend.  More to come.
Glider Port

Ride with Blair a few weeks ago.

Thursday, March 7, 2013


There's this feeling that happens when you're being pushed to the limit. It's hard to think straight, your mind isn't working properly. I'm sure someone out there could explain it scientifically. I'm guessing it has a lot to do with the bodies oxygen consumption.  

It hurts. Your mind is telling your body to stop.

But it feels so good. In those moments your mind is the clearest it will ever be. You earned the feeling. Nothing else matters. You can't think about anything else, the mind won't let you.

Clarity is beautiful. 

Sunday, February 17, 2013

The Grey Area of Diabetes Prior to Exercise

Diabetes is full of these choices. Constant choices. How much insulin, how many carbs, etc. I like to think of it as driving a stick-shift, after awhile it just happens. However, one of the choices I've yet to figure out is the grey area prior to a workout.

The grey area is the time period between a regular meal and a preworkout snack. I use the rapid acting insulin, Humalog. There are a few of them, which may or may not be different from one another depending on who you ask (Humalog, Novalog, Apidra). Rapid acting is the insulin a person uses in an insulin pump or taken as an injection for a meal/correction. 

Rapid acting takes about 15 minutes to start working, peaks at about 90 minutes and is out of your system in 3 hours (or 4, again depending on who you ask).

Here's the problem. 

Preworkout food can be eaten and an injection given if I'm about to start a workout. A full meal can be eaten if I'm over two hours from a workout. But what happens if a workout is 90 minutes away? Or 60 minutes away? I'm in the grey area. Decision time. Do I have a full meal? Do I give a full injection? 

A full injection might peak at the start of the workout sending me into a low spiral downward. Not giving the full amount might send me off to a workout with a high blood sugar. Decisions. 

Really, there are only two times when this is a problem for me. One, during a workout after work. I just opt to not eat after lunch when I know I'm going to workout after work. The second is on the weekends, typically when I wake up 60-120 minutes before a long group ride. Do I eat breakfast? Do I wait to have something small before the ride? 

It's a rough decision. I want a large meal before a long ride but for me I just can't give a full injection during the grey area and not be sent low during the ride. The best decision for myself is to wait, not eat breakfast and have something before the ride. 

The reason I'm even bringing this up? Yesterday before my group ride I opted to eat breakfast with a small injection, not the full amount for the food I consumed. Waiting for the group to leave at the meet up spot ninety minutes later my blood sugar was through the roof. I gave myself a correction and then stressed the next 90 minutes about going low. I ended the ride with perfect blood sugars but the stress of a low wasn't worth it. 

Until insulin is even better, timing is everything. I even write this blog to remind myself of that. Yesterday was an odd choice for me, maybe I needed the reminder. Next time the food/injection can wait until right before the ride. I'll stay out of the grey area.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Carlsbad with Jamie and Brooke

I'm one proud future husband. Jamie and her sister Brooke ran the Carlsbad Half-Marathon this last weekend with Insulindependence. It was Jamie's third year running and Brooke's first running race ever. This year I worked the mile two aid station with volunteers of the organization. 

First of all, volunteering always gives me an appreciation of races. It reminds me that when I race people don't need to be there supporting you, they could all be in bed, not dressed up like a pirate (James Stout picture below). 

This was the first year in three that I wasn't running. Luckily I opted not to run with the current sad state of my ankle. Jamie has been working hard for the last four months building up her miles and I think she is making that switch from running hurts to I look forward to running. I know it took me a long time to get to that place but once you do; it's amazing. 

Brooke has never run in a race before but she was both a swimmer and played water polo at San Diego State like Jamie. In the months leading up to the race she kept telling Jamie and I how much she would have to walk. Let's put it this way though, she swam her senior year with a 90% shoulder tear, she can suffer, we knew there wouldn't be much walking. 

In private conversations Jamie and I talked about how Brooke would really "get it" after racing. Until a person has done a race, one can't really explain how it is so much different than a training run. It's too hard to share the feelings at a start line until you have been there yourself. It can't be compared to competing in college because it's open to anyone and it's much more of a shared competition rather than a fight to the death. You share the experience with other people that have jobs, a life, stress, problems; all the things bring the racers together are beautiful. It's hard to explain but all I know is that I love athletics. 

Jamie ended up with a PR'ed in the race. She only has better times to come. She pushed through the last two miles not feeling well and a heart rate through the roof (literally, in the high 190's... you read that correctly, 190's!). 

Brooke, as we guessed, hardly walked despite as she puts it "having no idea what [she's] doing and hardly trained". By Sunday night she was already texting me other races to do. 

More importantly Brooke and Jamie raised close to $500 for Insulindependence, which will help support the Junior Captains program. They both went above and beyond themselves to support others while racing. If only everyone of the 8,000 people racing did that.

As I said; I love athletics. I can't even put it into words what that totally means. Few things give me as much satisfaction as riding my bike or the feeling after a long run. A race even brings greater joy. Not only the race but being in that atmosphere and talking about it after, the idea itself is almost as great as a workout or race. 

Brooke taking up he challenge to run her first race means I have another person to share that experience with. She has a lot of guts to pound it out like that. 

I couldn't be prouder of Jamie and Brooke. 

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Humpty dumpty took a big fall

Fell running last night like a third grader on a playground.

I was doing "hill repeats" (going up and down a hill, which when put like that sounds really stupid) by this road near work, it's very dark and I've been meaning to get a brighter headlamp for some time. (Dumb) I looked up because a motorcycle was at the stop sign ahead (going down the hill), my bad ankle went into a rut and that was all she wrote. I fell to my right side, got a tiny bit of road rash and limped home, which in hindsight was really stupid as well.

It swelled up the second I took my shoe off. I was so scared I tore a ligament in that ankle again. Upon waking this morning though the swelling had gone down. Hard to put weight on it but I went to CVS this morning and purchased an air cast. Remembering the good old RICE method from college; Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation. Only a person that has spent considerable time in the training room would recall such an acronym.

It was dark, I've been meaning to buy a better headlamp for a year. I put my foot in a hole. 

The sick part of sudden injuries is you have all this time to recall the stupid thing that brought you to the hurt point. 

The good news is swimming will be possible until the ankle is strong. This is the plus side of triathlon, there's always something else that can be done. 

I'm pretty grateful this happened after Ironman Arizona. A lot worse things in life than a sprained ankle. I'll make sure to focus on good blood sugars to make sure it heals quickly.

Running last weekend

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Year Totals

I hit my 2012 goal of completing an Ironman. This year brings more change with marriage and trying to get faster. After getting an email from Skip I considered doing a 50k in Utah with him but am trying to convince myself to stay on track. Now that it's a new year it's time to get back to training hard, the lethargic feeling of holiday food combined with short easy workouts is getting old. Back on the pump, back on the training.

2012 by the numbers
Bike: 5,699 miles (probably close to half on the trainer so "real" miles is worthless)
Run: 1,047 miles
Swim: 440,846 yards (just over 250 miles, glad I hit that mark)

Disneyland over the holiday break with a handheld shot

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Less is more

I yelled aloud as my Levemir bottle only had 6 units left in it tonight. Levemir is the long acting insulin I use as a basal when not on an insulin pump. I've been off the pump now since Ironman, I thought by this point I'd be dying to be back on it....but I concede, I'm not.

Levemir is great. It keeps blood sugars solid yet doesn't ever send them plummeting.

Maybe less is more. Injections aren't bad. It keeps me more self aware. Then again the workouts haven't been there since ironman so I don't have as much similarities to compare.

I'll remember tomorrow what it's like to be permanently attached. I may also remember the good things about having insulin always on board.

Either way; I hope in 2013 I won't forget the lesson that less can be better.

Here's to a new year.