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.