Thursday, May 31, 2007

Pearl Izumi Responds

On behalf of Pearl Izumi and myself I wanted to email back to you and express our sincerest regrets that our We’re Not Joggers ad stuck a negative note with you. We value our customers greatly and it is our desire to celebrate the passion, emotion and dedication of runners and running culture. From our perspective, running is not about how fast you are (trust me I am pretty slow), but rather about a passion, appreciation and reverence for the sport. It is our desire to celebrate running as a unique and wonderful part of being human but in our opinion it has been marginalized and watered down in recent years.

We have indeed received a couple of emails from consumers sharing your perspective but we have also received a number of compliments and request for copies of the ad as well as for We Are Not Joggers stickers and t-shirts from consumers of all speeds and abilities. Even a couple of the run magazine editors and journalist have responded positively back to us.

Please be assured that in our culture running is not defined by how fast someone and I truly hope you can accept my apology.

Best Regards,

Cache Mundy
vp marketing - pearl izumi

I would also like to mention that while I totally disagree with the premise upon which this ad is built, Mr. Mundy handled this issue with great class, despite my initial attempts to draw blood. In my feeble attempts to be fair and unbiased, I give credit where credit is due. Apology accepted. Thank you for taking the time to explain your side of the issue. Moving on.

Wes

ORN: 3.5 miles, 35 minutes, normal pace, 10 mmp, R4/W1

What does this Mean?

My beautiful, independent, naive daughter sent me this in an email yesterday.



I think there is a message in there for me somewhere, but I don't get it. Do you?

Wes

OSN: 2600 meters, 1x400 warm up, 6x300 (1x100 sprint, 2x100 race pace), 1x400 cool down

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

An Open Letter to Pearl Izumi

Dear Sirs:

I have your stuff. Well, I should say that I use some of your stuff. Things that I bought. Things that were given to me at races. I find the quality and price of said stuff an excellent value, and I've been happy with it.

The other day, my wife got a free running magazine in the mail. It was one of those teaser subscriptions. You know the ones. They send you three free magazines in the hope you will sign up for a full one year or two year subscription. On this particular magazine, the advert on the back page caught my eye, and I am very angry about it. Here's why.

The world is already sliced and diced into sections, subsections, and cross-sections galore. White. Black. Red. Yellow. American. African. European. Asian. Catholic. Christian. Muslim. Buddhist. Jew. Male. Female. Straight. Gay. Transsexual. Unfortunately, many of the divisions serve no other purpose than to categorize and foster differences which can lead to feelings of superiority and hate.

Your arrogant attempt to foster division between "runners" and "joggers" is unwelcome. Everyone who straps on their shoes and steps out the door is a runner. We are keenly aware that there is and always will be runners and elite runners that are faster than we are. In many cases, they are two to three times as fast as we are. We envy them, admire them, are inspired by them, and we strive every day to reach a percentage of their athleticism.

Now, I don't presume to speak for these elite runners, but I hope that they are humble and comfortable with their almost super-human abilities. I hope that they know better than to trod rough shod on the millions and millions of runners at all levels that make up the base of the pyramid on which they stand. They KNOW from whence they come.

I'd also like to think that whatever feeling of kinship you were trying to foster with elite runners by dividing us has failed. We are one. We bond together for the joy of running, the joy of feeling the sun on our face and the wind in our hair. Maybe that feeling doesn't permeate a corporate entity. I dunno. It's just obvious to me that you don't get it.

In the future, when I am shopping for athletic gear, if I see something I like with the Pearl Izumi logo on it, I will look for something comparable from another manufacturer. I will shop from a company that "gets it". Not one that seeks to "make it the way they see it".

Thanks Pearl Izumi. The Brother/Sisterhood of Runners will endure, despite your feeble attempts to make it otherwise.

Sincerely,

Wes

Monday, May 28, 2007

A Memoriable Weekend

Preface

First off, I would like to thank all of the men and women who serve our country in whatever capacity the nation sees fit. For those who have died in our service, we will never forget. For those who have served and are in service now, it is an honor. Thank you!!

Keeping Faith

My Memorial Day weekend has been remarkably, comfortingly, eerily similar the last ten years or so. Memorial Day weekend means soccer, and with two kids on travel teams, it means busy soccer.

Saturday, I was up at 7 AM to run Matthew to his soccer games. Matthew was playing in a local tournament, which meant less driving for me. Jimmy was playing in a tournament on the other side of the city, which meant an hour's worth of driving for Dee Dee.

Matthew had a good day Saturday. His team won both games, and he scored three goals. I volunteered to be the Field Marshal for a couple hours. They didn't need me to ref this year, and I was happy to take the weekend off. I almost managed to cripple myself when I dropped a tent on my left foot. Fortunately, it landed on the left middle part of my foot and barely broke the skin. I was wearing sandals. It hurt like the dickens, but no permanent damage was done.

I had anticipated riding my bike with Dee Dee after the games, but unfortunately, it was not meant to be. Our first key at work suddenly quit on us. It was really a shame too. This girl was a friend, a neighbor, someone we had helped, sheltered and nurtured during the three years she was with us. To do us the way she did was a real eye opener. Despite the hurt and betrayal Dee Dee and I are feeling, we are committed to treating people according to our principles and not how other people treat us. We would rather go through life believing in people first and suffering the random hurt, then mistrusting people and shouting out our righteousness when things turn out "as expected".

Building Confidence

Bottom line, I missed my ride because I had to go to work. To make up for it, I ran for thirty five minutes before Jimmy's Sunday morning game. I had to get up at 6 AM to get us to that one on time. After his game, I did my 70 minute bike ride. Dee Dee and I rode together for the first thirty minutes, then I left her to complete my ride. After the boys games were over for the day, we went to Jimmy's girlfriend's graduation party. She was having her party at Lake Allatoona. We had a great time. Didn't drink too much beer, and listened to a great band named Ocean Street play songs off their debut album.

Taking advantage of the lake, I swam out in deep water by myself for a bit, keeping an eye on my son and some of the other young kids having a good time. I felt very comfortable in the lake, very strong. I even swam around 200 meters up and down the shore, trying to soak it all in and gain confidence in my ability. Overall, I had a great time, and I felt like I left the party being a little more comfortable with lake. Later that night, I realized that I had basically done a reverse brick on Saturday. Funny, huh?

Murtha Madness

When I got home that night, I had an email from Murtha asking about the open water swim at 8 AM on Memorial Day. It was quite a coincidence cause Dee Dee had just asked me about it as well. I thought, "How cool is this?" It's all coming together of its own accord. An open water swim on Memorial Day was so on!! I sent Andy directions and my phone number and sure enough, he called me at 7:30 AM to let me know he was on his way. Who else but a bunch of crazy triathletes would get up at 7 AM to swim in the lake on Memorial Day?

It turns out, a lot of people were a bit crazy it seems :-) We were like the eighth car in line to get into the Landing at Lake Allatoona. There were kids already swimming in the water. LOL. I guess we weren't that crazy. It was a little cool and a strong breeze was blowing. We were beginning to wonder a little bit about what we had gotten ourselves into. Dee Dee and I put on our swim "skins" we had not hauled out of the closet since our trip to Hawaii five years ago, and Andy put on his tri suit. Getting into the water was a bit cold, but after a few minutes of getting used to it, it was quite comfortable. I asked Andy what he wanted to do, and he asked, "Straight out and back or along the shore?" I laughed. Uh oh! I told Andy I would feel a lot more comfortable along the shore. He said that was fine with him. We put our head in the water and took off.

As we lapped the swim area and headed out over an inlet, I found my breathing labored and my nose was running down my throat, making it hard to breath. We had been swimming for about ten minutes at this point. I had to ask Andy to head back to the landing so I could catch my breath and rest a minute. After I had settled down a bit. I asked Andy if we could head back the way we came, but go out into deep water around two depth poles that were out in the water. At that point, we were a couple of hundred yards off shore in 12-15 feet of water. We ended up doing this lap four times in total, for forty-one minutes of swimming. I used GMaps to estimate that the swim was between 350 and 400 meters in length. Truth is we weren't really sure. I just know that the second, third, and fourth interval felt really comfortable, and by the fourth, I was feeling really very happy in the water. I kind of felt bad for Andy, because I'm not sure what he expected, but he hung with me, and I was very grateful to have him along. Next time I know I'll be ready for some longer, deeper forays outside my comfort zone. Dee Dee had a good swim also. She was doing laps on the outside of the swim area in waist deep water, until she ran into a dead snake and called it a day :-)

I learned some very valuable things today. I learned that I am indeed a strong swimmer. I learned that I need to clean my nose out before I swim. I know. TMI. It is, however, important. I know that before I go for distance, I need to warm up with some shorter intervals. All money in the bank.

Aftermath

My father and step-mother came over around lunch time and spent the day with us. We made a nice dinner and spent the day enjoying their company. After they left, we gathered the family together and went out for ice cream. What a decadent weekend! Beer, ice cream, lots of food! What's a triathlete to do :-)

Hope everyone else had a wonderful weekend. Thanks again, Andy! You ROCK, bro!!!

Peace and remembrance,

Wes

Friday, May 25, 2007

Open Water Solution

As you can see from the image to the left. I have discovered the ultimate open water solution for aspiring triathletes. At first, I thought rubber duckies might be in order, but I had a really difficult time trying to figure out how to string them all together in order to provide an appropriate level of buoyancy. In any case, the solution demonstrated here is perfect! Guaranteed to give the aspiring athlete great confidence in the open water. In addition, it also provides protection from the random kicks, punches, and head butts suffered by all triathletes on the swim. Please, shower me with appropriate accolades in the comment section for my brilliance :-)

Based on everybody's feedback, I think I am going to keep my Monday swim as a "normal" swim, and do an open water swim on Sunday afternoon, in addition to my long run. This works well for me because my kids are out of soccer. Sunday afternoons are perfect for an hour or so get away. The landing I will be swimming at on Lake Allatoona will be fairly busy. All in all, a good all around solution. As I stated before, if any locals care to join me, let me know.

Everybody have a safe and happy Memorial Day weekend.

Wes

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Quality, Baby!!

Recovery weeks are great. I mean. I like rarely run less than thirty minutes. I just don't see the point. My plan for today called for a 21 minute run. Ummm. Yea. OK. No problem. Put the enchiladas in the oven for 25 minutes and go out for your run. Did I mention I like to be organized?

Thought for sure the legs would be sore. They FELT sore, but my heart and lungs felt great. I went with it. Here are my splits:

1. 8:48
2. 8:35
3. 3:44 (.4 miles, 9:42 pace)

Two sub-9 minute training miles. On my hills. Hmmmm. That's a first. Maybe I should have taken it easier :-)

My heart keeps coming back to a half Ironman in September. So far, I am resisting the temptation. I just don't have the time to train for it. I do, however, have a training question for all you swimmers. I plan to start open water swimming soon. Here is my conundrum. Dee Dee is not going to be able to keep up with me (at first), which means deep water solo swims are not an option for either of us. Any suggestions on how to safely solo deep water swims? Or just don't bother?

Wes

ORN: 2.4 miles, 21 minutes, tempo pace, 8:46 avg mmp, R4/W1

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Sweet Succulent Rest

Have you ever wondered what it feels like to be a piece of meat INSIDE a smoker? LOL. If you live in Atlanta or South Carolina, you got a good idea of that feeling yesterday. The smoke from the 100 square mile fire in South Georgia was wafting over the city yesterday. It looked like a big blanket of fog, but it didn't go away. Deferring to the health of the children, they canceled the annual Father vs. Sons Soccer Match of the Century/Pizza Party and rescheduled. Boo!

But I got to rest! So that's a good thing. For the first time since I started this twenty week plan, I took the optional Tuesday as a rest day. It felt great.

Wanna know something else? I've been saving this just for you guys :-)

Happiness is: tightening your belt to the second to the last hole, and still being able to stick your hand down your pants without sucking in your gut!

Really! I was just straightening out my shirt. Promise!!

What little aspect of your training/racing makes you happy right now? Don't be shy now! It's your turn. Go!!

Wes

OSN: 1600 meters, 1x300 w/u, 2x500, 1x300 c/d 38 minutes

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Realization

Transitioning from "I want" to "I am"
The act of making real.

First off, let's all give a shout out to my gal, Dee Dee. She is officially registered for the Callaway Gardens Sprint Triathlon on June 24, 2007. She has been inducted into the ranks of tri-wannabes and has started her official training this week. You go, girl!!

You would think that since these were the finals, the players would take their soccer match a little more seriously. I mean, come on! All through the season, refereeing the adults in my neck of the woods is a bitter sweet experience. You never know who is going to show up, or when, and the attitudes and professionalism of the players leaves a lot to be desired. Then they complain about the referees and wonder why all the good refs prefer to be somewhere else.

Back to the finals. Yea. In the first match, the game was abandoned four minutes after the start of the second half. It seems one of the teams played a make up game the night before. One of their players received a red card, which entails an automatic suspension. They decided to put him on the field in my game, and the players from the other team found out about it. To make a long story short, I was asked by the chair of the Discipline and Player's Committee to remove the player from the field. When I did so, the team quit. So much for being adults.

The second game, the Division 1 game, went much better. The players were well behaved. They played hard and had a good time. By itself, it made the night worth while. Fifty-fifty. In truth, that's not bad, and I'll take it.

They are resurfacing the pool at the gym where I normally swim, so Dee Dee and I met for lunch at the gym by my work and went for a nice workout. She swam for about thirty minutes, and I swam for twenty-one minutes. It's recovery week for me. Yea! I helped Dee Dee a little bit with her stroke, and she is otherwise doing a fantastic job.

Without going off on too much of a tangent, and keeping with the theme of this post... In much of life, the first step is the mental realization of your goal. Where and who do you want to be? Then comes the physical realization, getting out there and actually getting it done. First becoming the "wanna-be", then becoming "it". I realized a while back, that I am just not going to realize my dreams until I run a marathon. Ironman is a goal, and a good goal, but it is subservient to my dream of finishing a marathon. I can't ever hope of becoming Iron until I become a marathoner.

Alrighty then, fellow Endies! Instead of running, I'm doing the Fathers vs Sons Pizza Party/Soccer Match today. Wish my shins luck :-)

Wes

OSN: 800 meters, 21 minutes, 16x50 freestyle
OCN: 9 miles, 45 minutes, ~12 MPH

Sunday, May 20, 2007

The Honor is Mine

Spring is starting to give way to summer now. For me, that means the end of the school year and the end of the soccer season. Every year we always have tournaments to wrap it all up, and this year is no exception. I'm not sure why, but I've been asked to center the Division 1 and the Division 3 finals for my adult league. I take my job seriously, in all things, and this is not an honor to be taken lightly. We'll see how things go tonight. I'll be ready. I just know I want to do my best.

Not much exciting to report on the training front. I ran before work on Friday at the Chattahoochee Park. Allow me to repeat myself. Flat ground rocks!!! I did almost four miles at a 9:20 mmp pace in my alloted time. I was loving it. Friday was my normal rest day, and Saturday I devoted my morning to reffing some friendly games for the older kids that are getting ready for State Cup. Being uber flexible, that means I had to move my ride to this morning.

Not really sure what is wrong with me, but I was up at 6 AM on a Sunday :-) Not only that, but Dee Dee got up with me! She was so looking forward to riding her bike this morning, and I did not disappoint. We took off on our standard loop, and she did a great job of beating the hills on the way out. Oh, I keeled over for the first time today! LOL. Instead of coming down the main road which includes Mount Doom, I cut through the neighborhood. Where the side road runs back into the main road, I had to slam on my breaks quickly because there was a car coming. Yup! You guessed it. I forgot to unclip! Good thing there was a flower bed there. I ended up on my right side, flat as a pancake. Nothing hurt but my ego.

At the decision point, Dee Dee could have opted for the 8 mile loop or the 6 mile out and back. She decided to do the six, which I thought was a wise decision. We made our back to the house, up Mount Doom and Ass-Kicker, in about 30 minutes, giving Dee Dee an 12 MPH average for her first long ride. With a hug and kiss, I left Dee Dee behind and continued my two hour ride. For my portion, I did 24 miles at an average pace of 15.7 mph. It's been beautiful here in Georgia and the ride was spectacular. I'm feeling the need to find some flat routes to really test Aerowyn, and myself too.

In retrospect, it isn't the swim over deep water that bothers me. Its the getting tired and I can't breath over deep water that bothers me. I've always been a strong swimmer, and I've been comfortable jumping off the back of a boat in the Gulf of Mexico. I just don't want to get tired and decide I can't swim anymore in twenty feet of water. Tri Vortex has, I believe, provided me the key to my dilemma. I need to stop worrying about swimming so far, and work on increasing the number of strokes I can take before I breath. This will strengthen my lungs and my swimming ability.

Hope everyone is having a marvelous weekend!

Wes

ORN: 3.9 miles, 36:29, normal pace, 9:20 mmp, R5/W1
OCN: 29 miles, 01:57:00, ~15 mph

Thursday, May 17, 2007

True to Myself

I try real hard not to hold myself up on a pedestal. Being humble, in my opinion, is the epitome of what it means to be human. My perspective, fer sure, but I own it, and therefore it is mine. I got to thinking the other night in the pool. I realized that I was taking advantage of my laps. Well, not my laps per se, but the part where you reach the wall and have to turn around. You see, I take a breath there, before I push off. I realize now that this is why I kept popping my head out of the water at Lanier, besides the fact it was stone cold and I couldn't breath.

That, my friends, is what got me to thinking. My goal race this year is the West Point Olympic Triathlon. This ain't no baby race. I won't be swimming "along the shore" or in "five feet of water". This is an open water swim over a deep part of the lake. Deep breath. I admit it. I am afraid. Little sister tells me... "We are Mc***s! (my last name) We were born in the water." This is true, but I have a fear, none the less, that needs to be conquered.

What do I do? The OCD gears are beginning to grind. I have decided that starting May 28th, every Monday will be an open water swim. I plan on using Lake Allatoona a lot, and three or four times, Dee Dee and I will go to Lake Acworth and swim at the Dallas Landing, site of the Women's Acworth Triathlon. Dee Dee is thinking real hard about that one. I'm hoping she will get comfortable with the 400 yard swim there. Hopefully, it won't take long for me to push this aside and focus on training and improvement. In the mean time, I've shoved the skeleton into the closet and shut the door. Anybody know a good place to hide a key?

Wes

BTW: Anybody that would like to join us for this swimming adventure is welcome. We plan to hit the water at the exact time the park is open, 8 AM. If you can break away on a Monday, my house is open to you if you need to get cleaned up and off to work. Otherwise, I'm open to extra curricular swimming on the weekends.

ORN: Forced rest day

The Cure for Fidgeting

Yesterday I'm like fidgeting in my chair, pondering exactly why I have to wait six weeks before doing my second triathlon. I even spent a good part of my lunch break going through active.com, trying to find another race I could do before June 24th. I'm not really sure where all this energy is coming from. The third week of my training schedule is always the hardest.

Matthew was supposed to have his band concert last night. When he and I got to school, we were the only ones there. It seems the little guy got his nights mixed up and tonight is the actual day of the concert. I didn't mind missing the day, except I had to give up my swim to take him to his commitment. I had told Dee Dee I would run with her when we got home, but she was tired. She had done her swim workout in the morning and didn't feel like running.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, I grabbed my bag and headed to the gym. I arrived at about 8:30 PM and spent an hour in the pool. I tried to do 2x1000, but ended up doing 1x1000, and 2x500. My nose was giving me fits. The good news is the fidgeting is over, and I slept like a rock.

Wes

OSN: 2600 meters, 1x300 w/u, 1x1000, 2x500, 1x300 c/d, 60 minutes

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

I Had Forgotten

Back when I was in high school, I packed my lunch every day, and every day, I ate the same thing, two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a bag of chips. Every once in a while I would mix things up and have a tuna sandwich. My problem was that I simply could not stand warm mayo and mustard, nor soggy bread. Warm tuna was OK! LOL, but not warm mayo and mustard. Yuk! Yesterday, I packed my lunch for work, and I took one and a half peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I had forgotten how delicious strawberry preserves were :-) Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches rock!!

Jimmy's high school soccer team made it to the final four before being defeated last Friday. That means he is back with his club team now, getting ready for State Cup. For me, that means dashing across north Atlanta for an hour and a half picking up the little guys from soccer. This puts my training at serious risk. Last night, I was home at quarter till eight. I cooked dinner (hot dogs, yummo!), changed into my clothes, and was out the door at eight-thirty. Matthew led the way on his bicycle. I had forgotten how much I luv to run at night, under the clear night skies.

After I got home, I spent some time outside trying to cool down. It was about seventy-seven degrees when I ran. If you remember, I started this journey in July of last year, and I ran all through the month of August, and it was hot. I didn't care. I ran. I sweated, and I enjoyed it. Now, after almost running year round, I think this is hot! I had forgotten what hot really was compared to when I started out.

Kudos to both Jarrett and Joe for recognizing that my new bike's name is a derivative of the name Eowyn, Swordmaiden of Rohan, from Lord of the Rings. Jarrett was kind enough to send along the following definitions:
Aero = air or wind (Latin)
Wyn = joy (Norse); blessed or pure (Welsh)

I really like that a lot. The name Aerowyn is much more appropriate and more significant to me than Eowyn. Let's hope I prove to be worthy of her!

Courtesy of Michelle :-) Signing off from Woodstock, Georgia, where the bikes are new, the runs are hotter, and the blogger friends are much, much smarter than I!

Wes

ORN: 3 miles, 33:51, recovery pace, 11:17 mmp, all run

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Scared Senseless

Last night, Dee Dee and I took Aerowyn out for her inaugural voyage. She is a sweet, sweet ride. I had such a hard time getting out the door. By the time Daddy duties were over, it was around 8 PM before I could get ready to leave. I knew that it would be dark by the time I got done, so I attempted to transfer my Cat's Eye front and rear light from Bags to Aerowyn. No luck. The aerobars make it difficult to mount the light. I'm going to have to come up with plan B. I decided, against my better judgment, to don my reflective vest and head out anyways.

Dee Dee suited up to join me and we headed out. About the time we left our street, I realized I forgot to check the tire pressure. Bike Shop Guy told me to check the pressure on every ride. I mentally kicked myself in the arse. Dee Dee followed me out for about 2.5 miles before turning around and heading home. I was supposed to ride for 70 minutes. I certainly didn't want her to ride that long on her first go. As I started my normal loop, Dee Dee turned for home and darkness began to settle in.

I was making pretty good time. Did I mention she was a sweet ride? There is no granny gear on Aerowyn. It's either power up the hills in the lower ring, or get off and walk. I refused to walk. As I reached the half way point to head home, I came to an intersection where I needed to make a left. Some cars were waiting behind me. As I made the turn, the road becomes a two lane road ( in both directions ), as it is joined by a fork in the road from the other direction. As I make my turn, the cars behind me are pushing me ( I am now in the left fast lane ). The cars making a right on the fork are coming fast, and there is no where to go. It is dark, and I got scared real fast.


Forcing myself to relax, I whipped over to the far left of the fast lane and ditched in a left hand turn lane at the first opportunity, mentally cursing myself the whole time. I should of parked in the V of the fork until traffic let up and it was safe to continue. I went ahead and headed home and swapped out Aerowyn for Bags, with lights, and completed my 70 minute ride. I learned a valuable lesson, one I won't soon forget.

In the mean time, Dee Dee is getting the hang of her bike as well. Shifting gears is a new concept to her, but she has like no problem powering up the hills. She is doing great. As far as the pedals go, I have clipless pedals, and seem to be handling them just fine. No keeling over yet! We opted for clip pedals for Dee Dee. We will upgrade her later when she is ready.

I just noticed today that my recovery week for month three falls exactly during the week before my race. Isn't that sweet. I luv these kind of coincidences. Makes me happy!

Wes

OCN: 15.6 miles, 70 minutes, ~14 mph

Monday, May 14, 2007

Singing the Busy Weekend Blues

As usual, I had a very, very busy weekend. I got up at 6 AM on Saturday (excuse me while I throw up), grabbed Bags and headed for the mountain. There are two mountains of note close by my home. The first mountain is rather well known. It is named Kennesaw Mountain. It was here that Hood offered Sherman battle during the Civil War. A few weeks ago, I traveled in this general direction on a 1.5+ hour ride to see if I could make it. There are some bike paths around the mountain that I want to explore some day. On that particular ride, I didn't make it to the mountain, but I got close, and I have a pretty good idea of how much time I need to actually get there.

The other mountain is named Red Top Mountain. It is located between Canton and Cartersville on the shores of Lake Allatoona. In the past, I had always assumed that Red Top Mountain was far far away. I always passed it on the interstate as I traveled north to places like Chattanooga and Nashville. Out of curiosity one day, I measured the mileage from my home to Red Top via back roads, and in the process discovered that it was only ten miles away. I vowed that day to make it a priority to go there, and that is what I did.

The ride over was nice, not too hilly, and the back roads were relatively quiet at that time of the morning. I got to cross one bridge over the lake close to the place I went swimming at two weeks ago. As I cycled through the state park, I feared the uphills were going to get worse. I was very pleased as I coasted down a long incline and came out onto a second bridge over the lake. It was absolutely brilliant in the early morning light. It made the entire trip worth while. Next time I go out that way, I will bring my camera so I can share pictures.

Fortunately for me, I never had to traverse the mountain. It was starting to get late, and I needed to get home around 8:30 AM. I tried to do a loop and ended up going too far, about three miles I recon, but getting my first thirty miler in was a lot of fun.

Yesterday, Dee Dee and I took advantage of Jimmy's soccer practice to run along the Chattahoochee River. She did about three miles, and I did five. My runs are finally getting back up there where I feel like I am actually doing something! I know that sounds funny, but going from sixteen miles on Sunday to three and four miles on Sunday has been an adjustment.

After running, Dee Dee and I spent all day completing the search for her bike. I had promised her one for Mother's Day, and by crikey, I was going to deliver! It's nice to know that there are good bargains here in Atlanta. We almost got two bikes for the price of one.

Finally, Dee Dee and I hit the pool this morning. She was doing 25 meter repeats, and I was doing 50 meter repeats, practicing bilateral breathing on every fifth stroke. Good stuff, but one of these days I'm actually going to have to start doing drills :-)

Oh, and her name is Aerowyn. As soon as Dee Dee tells me the name of her bike, I'll let y'all know.

Have a great week, everybody!

Wes

OCN: 30 miles, ~02:04:00, 14.3 MPH avg
ORN: 5 miles, 54:03, normal pace, 10:50 mmp, R4/W1
OSN: 1500 meters, ~40 minutes, 28x50 w/100 meter w/u and c/d

Sunday, May 13, 2007

I was Wrong!!

It was twins!! Happy Mother's Day, sweet heart!

Friday, May 11, 2007

I'm Expecting


and I think its a girl...

Thursday, May 10, 2007

The Mystery

The splits are finally up. I've been a very, very good boy and have not been fidgeting these past four days, waiting, and waiting. What's the mystery you ask? Well, I was perfectly OK with my swim time of 9:18, and T1 sucked, but that is easily improved, not to mention I had to run/walk a quarter of a mile after the swim. The bike came in as expected, forty-five minutes and some change. It's the run that has me all in a hullabaloo!

I've spent a good bit of time this week analyzing the race route using gmap-pedometers, trying to determine the exact mileage of the run. I mean come on folks! Let's be real. I have never, ever, run three sub 8:15 miles in my life. What do you think is going on?

With the help of some other racers, I managed to locate the turn around point, and it does indeed appear to be a 1.5 mile out and back. I didn't wear my heart rate monitor nor my Garmin, so I have no clue as to what my pace was. I do remember feeling like for the first half of the run I was going to hurl a lung. But sub:815? 8:15?? Unbelievable! Maybe that was the "breakthrough" that Chad was talking about. Maybe my body was already adjusted to the stress so well that I didn't even notice how fast I was going. I just don't know. But I'll take it.

In other news, I rocked my ride Monday. Again, I don't know if I've achieved a breakthrough or if actually pumping up the tires to where they are supposed to be made all the difference. I just rocked my ride! Almost a full mile per hour faster, and the hills were like baby hills. Almost the same affect, if you will, that I felt running after the half marathon.

My swim yesterday was very similar. I hammered out 4x500 intervals in 9:00, 9:01, 9:15, 9:26. I wasn't even trying real hard. Being fit, rocks! Where have I been?

Wes

OCN: 15.4 miles, 01:04:00, 14 MPH avg
OSN: 2400 meters, 300 warm up, 4x500 freestyle, 1x100 cooldown

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Ready to Tri Again!

It's official. I've signed up for the Callaway Garden's Sprint Triathlon. Hotel room has been booked. All plans are a definite go. I am SO looking forward to tackling this triathlon stuff again. The race, report, and your comments, have consumed a lot of my thoughts this week. I suppose that the newness of it all will wear off soon!

What exactly is the deal with you sushi-haters anyways? LOL. If you are even remotely concerned about getting sick from sushi, then you should never even consider going near it! I started eating it about five or six years ago. I hated the idea of eating raw fish, but other people I hung around did eat it. When we went to sushi bars, I started out eating the cooked variations of it. You know. California Rolls, Tempura Rolls, that kind of stuff, and then I graduated to the real thing. As a food source, it can't be beat!

A couple of more tidbits of information for you. I took a tri-bike for a test spin yesterday, and I {heart} it! Dee Dee may let me get one too! We'll see. It has to be a joint decision due to the amount of funding involved. Dee Dee also bought a tri-suit, some goggles, and she wants a road bike for Mother's Day! Woo hoo! I'm excited that she is thinking about tri-ing. Seeing all those people out this past weekend inspired her a bit I think. I'm not pushing her though. She needs to go at her own pace and make her own decisions.

Finally, and the big one, Dee Dee and I registered for the Disney Marathon!!! Woo hoo! Won't that be exciting! I put us in the 6 hour pace group, because, as y'all know, I want to run this one with my girl. Therefore, time is meaningless, as long as I make the cut off :-)

Exercising is back on track! I skipped my optional run yesterday because I did 3 adult centers Sunday, and I was dead tired.

Via LBTEPA, more anon! fellow endies!

Wes

Monday, May 07, 2007

Mining the Soul: A My First Tri Race Report

Friday was the day it finally hit me. I'm sitting at my desk, lost in thought, watching traffic meander around I-285 in Atlanta, and I started to get excited. A nervous kind of excited. Dude! I thought. Tomorrow you are going to be doing a triathlon, and I thought to myself, "Holy crap!!" What have I gotten myself into? It wasn't hard for me to shift my mind back into its comfort zone. I knew that I had trained hard. I was ready. The only thing left was to ride this thing out to the finish.

The day had worked itself out perfectly. Jimmy was in Savannah for his playoff game, and Matthew was going to his sixth grade dance. That gave me plenty of leeway to head over to Lake Lanier to pick up my race packet. I mosied out of work around 4:30 PM. Packet pickup was between seven and nine. I wanted to make sure I had plenty of time to get there. Traffic in Gwinnett County can be brutal. It ended up being moderately heavy, and I arrived at Lake Lanier around 6:15. I went ahead and found the conference room where registration was taking place. I surprised the volunteers and race director when I popped in early, but they were kind enough to give me my packet. The race director was a really nice guy. He gave me some personal one on one instruction and deftly fielded all my questions regarding the race. On the way out, I ran into an incoming triathlete. I provided him with directions and reciprocated his have a great race attitude and good bye. Triathletes rock! Even when they are strangers.

Originally, I had intended to have a dinner of champions, a McDonald's cheeseburger, some fries, and a sweet tea, on the road. Due to the fact that I had managed to pick up my packet early, this opened all kinds of other options. On the way back to the dance, to pick up Matthew, I decided at the last minute that Sushi was a great idea for a pre-race dinner. At the last minute, I swung into my favorite Japanese restaurant and had a nice dinner. It was just what I needed, light yet filling. I wanted to be "hungry" going into the race. After picking up Matthew at 9 PM, it was time to head home to get ready.

About three months ago, I bought a book on how to train for a triathlon doing four hours a week for six weeks. While I decided not to follow that particular plan, I did learn a lot from the book, and I used the book's check list to get ready for the race. I went to pump up my tires on Bags, and suddenly, I realized that I had no idea what pressure was recommended for these tires. A little research indicated the pressure was 110 psi max. Crap! I thought. I've been riding around on them with only like thirty-five pounds of pressure. Suddenly, I got nervous about over filling the tires. I could see myself waking up in the morning and having two flats. Or, worse yet, hitting a bump during the race and going flat. I've never changed a flat before! I decided to compromise and pumped my tires up to 80 psi and said a quick prayer to the bicycling gods that they wouldn't blow. My fears proved unfounded. They did fine. Once I was satisfied that everything was in one place, ready to go, I finally hit the bed at midnight.

Around two AM, the thunderstorms rolled through. I tried hard to relax. I knew that I was only going to get five hours of sleep at best. My alarm was set to go off at 5 AM. I fully expected to get less, and I was OK with that. This was going to be my day. I would have fun with NO sleep. It was easy for me to relax, and once the noise died down, I drifted back off into a restful sleep.

The alarm woke me promptly at 5 AM. I wanted a full hour to get ready to leave. I had to have my coffee, my breakfast, and otherwise get ready to get down to business. Dee Dee and I packed up the car, loaded a half asleep Matthew, and took off for Lake Lanier. The trip over was smooth and uneventful. We actually got there a bit early, but that was OK with me. As I pulled into the parking lot, I thought, Wow! There's a ton of people here and bikes of all shapes and sizes were hanging off the back of people's cars. There were tri bikes, road bikes, hybrids, mountain bikes, and even a few comfort bikes. I later learned that participation in this race jumped from seventy to over three hundred participants in just one year!

After parking the car, I went to the chip table to pick up my race chip and get marked with my 187. I then unpacked the car and headed over to transition to get set up. Transition was like 25% full when I got there. I decided to pick a place in the rack right next to the gate.


The space was open, and I thought, why not? I really didn't want to dodge a bunch of folks getting in and out of there. After setting up in transition, we took a walk down to the swim course to check it out. Four hundred meters didn't look all that bad!

I went back to the car to get my wet suit and proceeded to the start of the race. Once there, I slipped into my wet suit and got ready to go.


As I was shuffling around, trying not to be nervous, I noticed my blogger pal Sarah standing with her hubby. I was really excited to see her! Sarah is the first blogger that I finally got to meet in person. We had a somewhat awkward moment when I gave her a hug, but it all worked out for the good, and I evidently did not embarrass her too bad! Be forewarned my blogger friends! If I meet you in person, you are likely to get a vicious hug at any given moment. (Don't worry, if you happen to be a dude, we'll go out in the woods and kill something later ;-) We chatted with Sarah and her hubby for a little while, then the race director gathered everyone together for the start.


He gave out some pre-race instructions and announced the next timers would be going off shortly. They were supposed to go off at 8:15, but we were running behind. The RD announced that any first timers that wanted to go off in the first wave could choose to do so. I opted to join them. I needed to get Matthew to his soccer game! LOL. The first wave lined up at the start. The RD gave us the old "On your mark! Get set! Go!!!" and we were off.

I ran down the beach into the water. I closed my eyes and dove. Everything went black.


Put your head into the water and swim, Wes! Swim!
I am swimming! but why does she keep backing away from me?


The water was cold! It sucked the air right out of you. It didn't help either that my goggles immediately started leaking. This would NOT have happened had I not lost my pair of clear goggles the week before. I arched out around the pack and started swimming. I had probably gone about thirty meters, out into deep water, when I realized that this just wasn't working for me.

I am now flailing my arms uncontrollable, trying to catch up with my aunt. I can barely see her through the murky waters. My mouth opens of its own accord and I inhale a lung full of water. As I start to black out, I am jerked from the water and wrapped in a big hug. I lay my head on her shoulder and cough and sputter, to young, to traumatized and hurt by the whole episode to hate her for what she did to me.

As I realize that I am in trouble, I take an angle towards the shore. I flip over onto my back and swim that way for a little ways so I can catch my breath. Once I feel better, I roll over and try freestyle again. I manage to go fifteen or twenty meters before I have to stop and stand up. I just can't find my rhythm. No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to get comfortable. I proceed to breast stroke and freestyle my way to the second buoy. I managed to bump into a few people during the swim. Fortunately, I did not kick anybody, nor did I get kicked. I got out of the way of a few people that were faster than me, and anytime I touched anybody else, I let my body go limp and moved away from them. Without much further excitement, I rounded the second buoy and headed to shore. As I walked up on the beach, I noted the time on my watch: 9:18. I was surprised. That was faster than what I had expected.

After climbing up the stairs from the beach, I met Dee Dee. She was carrying my sandals. I put them on my feet and began the quarter mile walk/run to the transition area. I unzipped the back of my wet suit and got my right arm out. As I struggled to get the left arm out, I realized that I had forgotten to take off my watch. Damn! I was a bit tired and frustrated, and now I had to shove my arm back through the wet suit so as not to damage it. If it had been mine, I would have just ripped it off. It isn't mine, so I didn't. I finally climbed the hill to transition and made it to my bike. I finished stripping off my wet suit in no time flat. This time, I remembered to remove my timing chip BEFORE I pulled my legs out. Don't make the same mistake twice! That's my motto.

As I sat on the ground, I managed to get my socks, shoes, shirt, and sun glasses on without much problem. I opted for the long sleeve technical shirt as it was still a bit chilly that morning and damp too! As I stood up to leave, I realized I had forgotten to put my bike shorts on. I dug around in my bag, located the shorts, and slipped them on over my jammers. Suddenly, I realized I couldn't find my timing chip. I looked all over for it. Picked everything up, and it was no where to be found. Then, I realized that the velcro had stuck to the back of the velcro on the wet suit. OMG! What else could possible go wrong in T1? At that point, I was ready to get on the road. I slipped Bags off the rack and headed out the gate for my ride, never realizing that I had left my race belt with my Bib on it in the bag. Good thing it wasn't a necessity! Fortunately for me, I had my race number on my arm, on the back of my leg, on my helmet, and on my bike. There was no mistaking who I am :-)


As bad as I felt the swim went, I soon put all such thoughts behind me. I hammered the bike! I was passing tons of people, mountain bikes, hybrids, road bikes, you name it. Guys, gals, old and young fell behind me. I must have passed a couple of dozen people. I think maybe half a dozen roadies passed me on the course. The route was relatively flat, but there were some pretty steep baby hills. A few people were walking them, but I never did. I stayed in the saddle and powered up the hills. I made sure to wave and thank all the policemen as we ran through the intersections. They were busy holding up traffic for us. About a mile before the turn around, there was a cyclist down. He got into a contest with a van, and the van won. He was lying up against the fence, being assisted by a police officer. The lady was looking sad and nervous standing by her van, and the dude's steed was in two pieces on the side of the road. What a shame.

On the way back, I got to go down some of those hills that were so much fun going up! As I crested one particularly long steep hill, I lowered myself into an aero position and took full advantage of the slope. As I picked up speed, near the bottom of the incline, I hit a bump and launched my first bottle!!

Keep the wheel straight, Son! Relax. Shift your weight to maintain your balance.
There ya go! You're doing it! Your doing it!

Come'on Dad! Run faster! Wheeeeeeee!


As I rounded the final curve on the home stretch, I pumped my fist in the air, thanked the officers on duty there and hauled butt to the bike finish. When the bike finish came into sight, I found myself racing a van for the entrance to the parking lot ramp way.


I picked up speed and managed to pass in front of the van about 25 yards from the entrance. As I veered right into the ramp of the parking lot, I was going way to fast, headed directly at the camera man taking pictures of returning cyclists. He was standing on the curb but still jumped out of the way. Wise man he was! I used the entire road, including the flat cement portion of the curb to navigate my way into the parking lot. I chuckled about that one, but I almost ended up getting tossed over the handle bars on my bike! If I had hit that curb, I would've been in serious trouble. I passed one more guy on the way to the finish and then used both brakes to come to a screeching halt.

I was a bit wobbly as I got off the bike and walked to my place in the rack. I accidentally knocked another athlete's bike off the rack as I put mine on. I calmly walked over to the bike, and with great reverence, picked it up placed it back in its original spot. I removed my helmet, gloves, and glasses, found my race belt in my bag and slipped that on. I then proceeded to the start of the run, grabbing a bottle of water on the way out. I didn't even get a sip of my sports drink before lift off! LOL. I was very thirsty.

The start of the run was brutal. We had to exit the back end of the parking lot. Picture a bowl if you will. It was like a 45+ degree angle down the hill, about thirty feet, across the back of the parking lot, down some more steps, across a bridge, then back up the bowl on the other side. On wobbly legs, this posed a serious challenge. It also helped acclimate your legs to running, if you survived! In the middle of the bowl, I met up with Dee Dee and Matthew and exchanged high fives with them.


I was so delighted to see that Matthew had come out of the car to see me! I came out the other side in good shape. I started out running/walking quite a bit, and somewhere in the first mile, I settled into a Run 4/Walk 1 rhythm. The run itself was uneventful. I had planned on merely "hanging on" here. I chatted up a few runners, giving them encouragement, and exchanged some mojo with folks that had already made the turn around. Running along and over the lake was very nice, and I enjoyed the run very much. I walked up the final hill on the way back before sprinting down the bowl to the opposite side before the finish.

I just didn't have it in me to run up that final hill, but once I got to the top, I kicked it in for the finish. I was very happy to see that I was coming in under 1:30:00. I wanted to come in under the clock, so I raced around one final guy. I was really, really, disappointed in my finish photos for the half marathon. I was hoping this one would be much better. I wanted to cross the finish line by myself. I raised both my arms up in the air, something Neese taught me, tried to smile, failed miserably, but crossed the finish line to resounding cheers as a happy triathlete.


It would have been nice to hang around and enjoy the festivities, but unfortunately, we already knew that we would be late for Matthew's soccer game. We were just lucky that he was playing an away game, and it was in the same county as the race. On the way to the game, the coach called because the team was short handed. We apologized that the triathlon had run over and we would be there ASAP. I pulled up to the parking lot, dumped Matthew out, and went to look for a parking space. Matthew basically walked right onto the field and started playing.

After Matthew's game, I went home for a nap, then went up to check on the restaurant for a while. Later that night, Dee Dee and I went out to celebrate, and I used adult beverages to fuel my recovery.

All in all, I had a great time at my first triathlon. I learned many things, some of which I will recount in a later post. For now, it is enough to know that I have a lot of work to do. I need to practice on my swimming, especially open water. I need to get a tri-bike! Maybe sooner rather than later, and as usual, my running will continue to improve as I shed more and more of this excess weight.

I feel like the raw material of who I am as a triathlete has been tossed into the fire. We are just going to have to wait and see what the finished product looks like. No matter where my life takes me these days, what ever route it decides to go, I know without doubt that my path lies through the triangle of fire. Swim. Bike. Run. Whether it is one or the other, or all three, it doesn't matter. It's all good, as it should be.

Wes

Saturday, May 05, 2007

I am a Triathlete!!

Thought I would give you guys a quick update on how the race went today. It's going to take several days for me to do this one justice with a race report, and I have a busy fun filled weekend. Yes, besides the tri!!


A quick summary then:

Swim: 9:18. Pulling no punches, this really, really sucked! More later :-)
T1: 8:30. A valuable learning experience in time wasting!
Bike: 00:45:12 I think I did better than this, based on my run time?!?!?
T2: 1:03. Forgot to take off my bike shorts :-)
Run: 24:35 WTH? That would be 3 8 minute miles? Little suspicious here!

In any case, I am sure of the official time. I am sure of the swim time. We'll just have to wait for the official splits for the other times! Thank you guys for all the well wishes. I had a great time. You guys rock, and I had the best support/camera/wife team in the race!!!

Wes

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Race Goals: My First Tri

Yup. I've been holding back a bit on these. It seems with all the stuff going on lately, I've had lots to write about and keep me busy. I let the OCD side of me take over and everything has to be in its proper place and in its proper order. But I have been thinking about it. A lot. Surprised? If you know me, then you know NOT :-)

Here we go:

The Swim

I think I will be disappointed if I don't come in under 10 minutes here. I'm doing 100 meter intervals in sub-2 minutes at an easy pace in the pool. If I can't string four of those bad boys together in under 10 minutes, in a wet suit, I will be pissed. Period.

T1

I'm not sure how T1 is going to work out. Me being the inquisitive little tri-wanna-be that I am, I already gmap-ed the course, and it is almost a quarter of a mile from the exit point of the beach to the transition area. WTH? I'm sure the run will help warm my legs up, but a quarter of a mile???? I'm thinking this one will be like 3-5 minutes. In truth, I care less.

The Bike

BAGS and I are going to give this one our best shot. I'm not expecting great things, but I would like to average at least 16 MPH over the 12 miles of the bike. That would bring me in at 45 minutes. The course is supposed to be absolutely pancake flat. If that holds true, then this should be doable. If I don't, then I don't think I will mind that much.

I will rehydrate myself before and after the bike.

T2

I can't imagine this one taking very long. Since I don't have bike shoes, nor clips, transitioning from bike to run should be very fast. I'm thinking like less than a minute. All I have to do is strip off the bike shorts (I'll have my jammers on underneath), rack the bike, and waddle on out of there. Anything is acceptable here, much like T1.

The Run

All I am asking for here is a sub-30 three miles. No PR :-) No dying in the middle of the road. Just a consistent effort, giving my best, and leaving it all out on the course.

In total, I am looking at coming in under sub-1:30:00 for the entire thing. Hopefully, I will do better than that, because that time only leaves me 45 minutes to get Matthew to his soccer game after the race! LOL.

Alrighty boyz and girlz, wish me luck. This is the culmination of a long journey, and the start of something new and wonderful. Come Saturday afternoon, I will be a triathlete. I'm excited, and that's a wonderful feeling to have.

Wes

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Open Water

Last weekend the package arrived. It wasn't really all that hard to contain my excitement. Maybe I was excited. Maybe I was really excited. Maybe I wasn't. Truth be told, I may have been wondering exactly what I was going to do with it. Oh, I was going to use it during the race. I'm not stupid or crazy, but I was just unsure if I was going to use it before then. Thus, the cap on my excitement.

What was in the package you ask? A brand spanking new Comp 1 2XU wet suit. Woo hoo! Am I not the studly swimmer now? I waited until Monday night to even try the thing on. After reading the instructions, I decided to obey their request not to wear the wet suit in a chlorinated environment. That ruled out the pool. The only other option was the lake (queue the music to Jaws).


Now, I've lived near this lake for over thirteen years. I can count on one hand the number of times I've been swimming in it. It's not that I don't like the lake. I do. It just doesn't have a great reputation due to a local power plant being nearby. In addition, the corner of the lake around my home is, well, kind a dirty. All of these things were in the back of my mind as I made my plans. I had asked Dee Dee if she would accompany me if I decided to swim in the lake, not to swim, but to observe from the shore. Last night, she asked me what I was going to do, and I decided that I've got to be ready for the race. Let's go for it.

After Dee Dee got the boyz off to school, we gathered our things and headed for the lake. It was right before this that I realized I had lost my favorite pair of clear goggles. Argggh! Not a good sign. We headed down the road a couple of miles and came to the first day use area. The sign read closed. Strike two! We decided to go across the bridge to the other side of the lake see if there was a place to swim at the camp grounds. Fortunately, the gate was open. We drove up to the entrance shack and asked the attendant if this was a place to swim. He said no. Strike three! But lo and behold, he offered up a bit of useful information. Down the road about two miles was another day use area with a boat launch and a beach that was open. "Head down that way and you will be sure to get in your swim", he said with a laugh.

The old lady at the second day use area thought I was nuts. The location was fantastic though. They had a white sand beach. It was in a wider area of the lake. The sun was shining. 61 degrees. The water was as smooth as glass. It was just a beautiful morning. I quickly stripped down to my jammers and slid on my wet suit, just like the videos taught me. I strode down to the water and delicately dipped in a big toe. Cooooldeeee!! LOL. I took a deep breath and marched right on in. Needless to say, the wet suit was maaavelous. My feet quickly got adjusted to the cold, and no water had seeped in through the ankles. I got deeper and deeper, out past the little rocks and onto smooth bottom, and suddenly, I sucked in my breath as cold water seeped in through the zipper. Even that didn't last long however, as the water was quickly warmed by my body temperature.


I put my head in the water and took off swimming for a no wake pole about 100 meters off shore. I admit that I got a little nervous as I lost sight of the bottom and began swimming through deeper water. I really wished someone had been out there swimming with me. As I got used to the cold, my breathing regulated and my stroke became smooth and easy. The wet suit definitely kept my arse up in the air and helped me slide elegantly through the water. After one trip around the outside of the swim zone, then one more lap around the no wake pole, I called it a day. Mission accomplished. I had gained a useful, albeit small understanding of open water swimming and swimming with a wet suit.

Funny side note, as I stood up, the cold water that had gotten trapped in the upper half of my wet suit suddenly found its way to the lower half of the wet suit. Surprise!! LOL.

As I climbed back on shore, I practiced stripping the wet suit down half way as I ran to the picnic table to gather my things. Once there, I finished the process in about a minute and a half, not bad I thought for a first time. Dee Dee was kind enough to point out that I got the inside of the wet suit all dirty when I peeled it off into the dirt. I was very careful not to muss up the car, and I sprayed the suit down very carefully when we got home. I do not want to have dirt on the inside of that thing on Saturday.

Since we moved to a new site to swim, I had no idea how far I had gone. I tried to measure it on gmaps, and I think I did about 600 meters, which is fine for me. All in all, I loved swimming in the lake. I'm looking forward to doing it again. Hopefully, there will be other people there this time :-)

Tomorrow, I am going to post my goals for the race. That will be my last blog before the big day. The forecast is rainy! Sux for me, but ya know what? I don't care. Bring it on!

Wes

OSN: 600 meters

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

I Will Remember Me

My daughter, Jessica, found this picture for me. It was lost amongst the nick nacks of her younger days. Thanks, Jess. This is just the kind of motivation I need at this point of my life.


I am not disappointed
I have never been ashamed of who I am
I am a little sad
but most of all
I am determined
to always remember
the lessons of the past

-- Wes