I have no data or elevation to show for this run, because my Fitbit Ionic failed in the middle of the run. Just straight up noped out on me.
It was about par for the course on the day.
Consistent exercise has done a lot of good for my state of mind. As someone who has clinical depression, I’ve always known that exercise is a benefit for people like me. Literally anyone who has ever had an interest in my well-being has heckled me about it. Particularly my mother. And I’ve always known they aren’t wrong. Doing anything about it is always a different story, though.
Still, some days are more than the benefits of exercise (and medication) can surmount. At the end of the day, neither fixes the problem.
A good run in the woods never hurts, though. I get some of the garbage out, and the problem sometimes seems a little smaller.
As I ran past a river, half-lost and in grass and weeds up to my thighs, I spotted a doe. She stared at me as I ran by, silent and wary, unmoving. I watched her as she watched me, until neither of us could turn our heads any further.
I took advantage of being on vacation, in a different area, to do a ride that was almost entirely flat. Better yet, it started on the side of a mountain – going down.
I wanted to stretch out a bit to ride something longer than I had so far, and this was the perfect route to do it. 30 miles with basically no elevation wouldn’t overly tax my calf, but would let me get my heart rate up for longer than usual.
It was a scenic place to ride, too, so all in all it was a good day on the bike.
The true winner of the day was the swimming hole I got to jump in directly after the ride. There’s nothing quite like doing an extended cardio workout and then plunging into a clear mountain river.
Because I do most of my swimming in an Endless Pool that doesn’t have an operating distance gauge, I don’t really know how far I swim. When I’ve done open water swims, I’ve estimated distance using Google Maps and the “round-about-there” method of marking out a real-life course. I researched some past results of the triathlons I plan to do and used those times as a reality check.
While on vacation, we were at a place with access to an outdoor pool. I went down there one day for a swim and decided to try to calculate its length, using methods just as scientific as my other methods, namely: walking along the length and counting my footsteps and then guesstimating the total and converting it to meters. Seemed close enough for government work, as they say.
The thing was, when I swam what I thought was 550 meters, it was over much sooner than I thought it would be. I figured some of that happened because I was able to push off the walls, which gave me an added bonus of speed without doing any work, but it was still a significant difference. So either I was way faster than I thought, or my distance calculations were off and it wasn’t anywhere close to how far I thought it was. Or maybe swimming in a pool just wasn’t anything like swimming in open water and the discrepancy was due to some other unknown variable.
Combined with the state of my calf injury, it was another unknown that I was adding to a slowly growing stack, which would only ultimately be answered by actually doing a triathlon.
The week of workouts after injuring my calf on my first brick was full of trepidation. My first sprint triathlon event was just two weeks away, and I really had no idea whether I’d be able to recover enough in order to do it.
I started the week with an open water swim at a local lake, my second time swimming there. I had a rough estimate of the distance I was covering from Google Maps, and corroborated that with the time I spent in the water. It was good practice for figuring out sight-lines and navigation in the water. My calf felt okay, but I didn’t expect that swimming would tax it particularly. The real test would be running.
Next up was a ride, which I did as a relatively low-key mountain bike ride for just under an hour. No serious effects there either, but I did feel a couple of tweaks. It was mainly feeling painful during my everyday routine, preventing me from walking normally and feeling really tight and stiff. I felt like stiff was something I could deal with and potentially stretch out, but if it connected with pain, that was a problem.
I took my first run of the week on the treadmill, keeping it flat and easy, for only about 20 minutes. It again didn’t seem to hurt it, but it wasn’t getting any better.
Another easy swim, and then I decided to try it out on the road. I did an extremely careful, extremely slow run, with a couple of hills in it, one of which I walked. I didn’t want to take any chances with making it worse, but I did feel like something needed to be worked out for it to get better.
That seemed to go okay, so the next day I did a decent ride, about 20 miles with about 1,300 ft of elevation, all in one go. It felt pretty good. I got my running shoes on immediately and went out for a short run, to complete my second brick. I didn’t feel normal, but I didn’t feel bad, and overall it was successful. I was optimistic for the coming week.
Even if I was at my goal weight, which I’m definitely not, I would still be a large person. I’m 6′4″ and my weight, if I’m in shape and eating right, is naturally around 230 lbs. It’s tough to find things that fit me, particularly athletic clothes.
After doing my first brick, in which I changed my clothes from a biking kit to a running kit, it became clear that I needed to get a tri suit. I already knew this was going to be part of the plan, but actually going through a transition really demonstrated it. It was pretty annoying to strip off sweaty, tight-fitting clothes and put on other clothes, not to mention the modesty aspects. And that wasn’t even after a swim. I definitely needed a kit I could wear for the entire race.
I started with Amazon, because I for one welcome our benevolent retail overlords. My first attempt: the
Spotti Men’s Triathlon Tri Suit in size XXL. Had good reviews and seemed like a bargain. Unfortunately, it was a wedgie-fest. There was no way I could run or bike in something that was driving so far up my nether regions. I returned it.
Next, I went for the Sparx X Triathlon Suit, which came in a XXXL size, no less. Surely that would have to fit me! …Nope. The same problem; all the extra X’s seemed to mean width, not height, and it just wasn’t going to work. Back went that tri suit too.
I did some research. I knew there were lots of tall triathletes out there, professionals even, and they were getting their gear somewhere. I just had to find out where. (Local stores for trying things on isn’t really an option where I live).
I came across a post on https://beginnertriathlete.com which pointed me to one particular manufacturer: De Soto. Some folks with my similar body type had had good luck with them. I checked them out. Their gear was more expensive, but definitely seemed high quality and if it fit, it seemed worth it. Plus, they had some tri shorts on sale. I went for it. I ordered directly from De Soto because their selection on Amazon was limited.
I also decided to try a two-piece suit instead of a one-piece, on the advice I found in the Beginner Triathlete forum. Presumably that would help alleviate the wedgie issues.
When it finally arrived, I apprehensively tried it on. The shorts were tight, but from what I had read, that was the way they were supposed to fit. They definitely gave me enough coverage. And the top was long enough that it went all the way down to my lower hips when I stood straight up. Looked like a winner at last!
Where I live, it’s not easy finding places to ride that are not mountainous. Especially in the early stages of getting myself back in cycling shape, this makes things even more difficult than they already are. I have always liked climbing, but it’s very difficult to do when you’re out of shape, so being surrounded by endless hills becomes another obstacle to getting out on the bike or run in order to do a workout. Because it’s just so hard.
On this day, I found a flat ride. It was one of the first times I really put Strava’s route creator to use, and looked at the elevation on a road that I knew would be comfortable to ride on. I had to drive a few minutes to get there but it was worth it to go out on a ride that didn’t feature an ominous, looming mountain climb for once.
Ultimately, I think climbing is a great training tool because it packs a lot more effort into the same amount of distance, which makes it more efficient. And I’m learning that efficiency is what it’s all about when it comes to triathlon training.
The training plan I’m (vaguely) following, from Your First Triathlon by Joel Friel, puts all of its strength training days as optional, on days that are otherwise rest days. So on Mondays, it’s either take a rest day, or do some strength if you’re feeling up to it.
So far I’ve felt up to it exactly one time.
I find weights pretty boring and uncomfortable, and would much rather be outside. Rest days have also proved to be pretty important, so there’s not much motivation for me to pump any iron so far.
That said, I recognize the need to improve strength in order to be able to achieve the fitness required for triathlons. For me personally, I need strength in my core to balance out a genetically poor back, and upper body strength for swimming.
Instead of weights, I have combined a bunch of things into one by focusing on mountain biking for about half of my bike workouts. I happen to live very close to an epic MTB trail system, so I can get out there very easily. It’s not something I have a lot of experience with, but the experience of training in different modes is proving to be pretty enjoyable.
Mountain biking is a much different workout than road biking for me, particularly as I’m new to it so I’m still fighting to stay smooth. That results in a lot of muscular activity in places that I wouldn’t normally experience while hammering it out on the asphalt, like in the arms and abs. At the same time, it gets my heart rate up consistently and works on explosive power in the legs, so it’s kind of the best of all worlds. It’s not exactly the same as a dedicated strength workout, of course, but at this point it’s covering what I need for sure.
The downside is that it’s rougher on my body. I come home from an MTB sore in places that I didn’t even know existed. I scrape my shoulders on trees and rocks, jam my feet, cramp my hands, get covered in dirt and grease and all kinds of things, not to mention the bugs. But it’s great muddy fun.
This ride was a milestone in my triathlon training adventure. Not a huge milestone, maybe more like a milepebble. But it was something that I felt proud of.
When my parents moved a couple of years ago to live closer to us, I jokingly suggested that I could start training for triathlons now, because they were close enough to bike to, and owned an Endless Pool. At the time it was just a lark. I was probably 50 pounds overweight and it would be at least a year before they even thought about installing the pool again, after dismantling it from their old house. Not to mention that the route between my house and theirs “ain’t flat” (to use a common expression around these parts).
Still, the idea never completely left my brain. It sort of percolated. And eventually, after a series of particular life events, I found myself training again. And the triathlon plan was a viable possibility.
This ride really solidified the reality of what I was trying to do. It wasn’t just that I had thought about doing this ride, and then eventually did it. It was that I could do it. It took weeks of training and reacquainting myself with my road bike to reach the point where I could ride 20 miles on my own without blowing up, much less on a route like this. But I did it, and that was a thing I did that I was proud of.
The ride was pretty much a steady climb for the first five miles, and included three Category 4 climbs, and my climbing muscles felt it. I learned a lot about my own personal riding on this ride, paying attention to how I positioned myself on the bike in order to focus on different muscles and relieve the pain of the persistent climb. I figured out that I could shift that pain around a lot by changing how I was sitting and leaning, and trade the effort off between different parts of my legs.
The payoff was a sweet extended downhill cruise to the flats, topping out at around 46 mph at one point, followed by watching a World Cup game with my Dad.
It was a good day, and one of the first days since starting this plan that exercise felt really, honestly good. It was great to have that feeling back again.
As it usually goes with me, I’ve lost track of blogging here recently, so I’m writing after the fact. The good news is that I’ve been racking up the training entries so I have a lot to catch up on. I’ve kept it going.
Before the weather got warm enough to swim outside, I had been training in an Endless Pool at my parents’ house. It’s great for convenience (if you’re near it) but I knew it would be a different thing to try to swim any distance in open water, like I will be doing in an actual triathlon.
I’ve swum in lakes my entire life, but never for exercise before now, so this was a first. I was pretty sure I could do it, though, because by this point I’d swum enough times in the pool that I knew I could swim for at least 15 minutes without stopping. Judging from past finish times of the triathlons I’m signed up for, that should be more than enough time to cover the requisite distance.
So I fired up Google Maps and had a look at the lake where we were camping. As it turned out, our site was directly across from a beach, and the distance appeared to be about 500m, give or take – the distance of the swim leg in my first upcoming sprint triathlon. It was perfect.
I had my wife drive me around the lake to the beach, told her where the binoculars were and to watch for me waving my arms in case I got in trouble, and walked down to the edge of the water.
It was evening, so the sun was low on the horizon. That turned out to be a very good thing, because the
I was using were tinted. I had never really noticed it before, because I had only been swimming in a well-lit pool. But they were very dark. So dark, in fact, that I couldn’t see the shoreline at all, particularly also because they fogged up like crazy. They also have curved lenses, which means they are somewhat blurry in water even if they aren’t fogged up. Really, the only redeeming factor about them is that they have a great head strap. They seemed great in the pool, but in open water it was suddenly a different story. All of that quickly became a problem, because I couldn’t see the campsite I was headed for and had no idea where I was going.
To compound matters, after I got a ways out into the lake, I found myself noticing how dark the water was below me, and feeling the immense depth and cold of the expanse I was swimming over. I started to get panicky and anxious. It was made worse by not being able to see anything.
I took a break and floated on my back for a while, catching my breath and trying to calm down. After some moments of thought I realized that the sun was bright enough to see through my goggles, so if I lifted them temporarily to figure out where it was on the horizon relative to the campsite, I could use that as a sort of compass bearing, keeping it just off my right shoulder. This kept me headed in approximately the right direction without having to actually see anything clearly. I started closing my eyes when my face was in the water, to avoid seeing the enormous darkness below me, and after that I was okay. I crawled on.
After about fifteen minutes I smelled wood smoke, and eventually saw my family sitting on a rock, waiting for me. I had made it, but had definitely learned a few things.
One of the first things I did after that swim was order new goggles. This time I got the Speedo Vanquisher 2.0 Swim Goggle, which has proved to be enormously better. They are clear, have flat lenses and don’t fog up. They just work.
I also won’t be crossing any lakes anytime soon without a kayak escort. Luckily triathlons are always supported and along shorelines, so this particular situation shouldn’t arise again.
I’m probably going to stop trying to keep track of the specific training days I’m on according to my schedule here, because it’s kind of a pain and things are getting switched around a lot. Besides, it’s all on Strava anyway, so this blog serves a different purpose.
Last night I registered for three triathlons. They are each at least two weeks apart from each other, and happen toward the end of the summer. After all, that’s what triathlon refers to, right? Doing three of them?
I have no idea whether I can even do one, at this point. I’m able to complete distances equivalent to each of the individual legs of a sprint triathlon, so I know I could do them in isolation. Hopefully I’ve got enough time for training to put them all together.
I also don’t know what kind of recovery time I’ll need in between events, so that’s kind of a gamble. However, I’ve run a couple of marathons in the past and I know that after two weeks I could have gone for another good long run again, and I think marathons are much harder than sprint triathlons, at least at the speed I’ll be going (slow).
One of the triathlons I registered for has a “Clydesdale” category for men 220 lbs+. I decided to go for that category rather than the age group I’d be in. Might as well embrace it.
Training is starting to improve slightly. I’m less exhausted every day, and the workouts don’t hurt quite so much. Stil a long way to go before I’m at a weight I feel comfortable with and before I can do a workout that feels sufficient to me, but I feel like I’m starting to get over the initial hump of awful.
It is becoming clear that half the struggle of training for a triathlon is going to be the scheduling. So far I’ve managed to do every workout on the plan, but I’ve already had to rearrange it quite a bit to accommodate other things. It’s a fact of life, I suppose, being a working parent and having a modicum of an external life, too. I expected that just figuring out how to do the workouts would be a hard part. But it’s made even harder by the three disciplines. I need to be near water to swim on swim day. I can’t bike in a thunderstorm, or take my bike certain places. There are extra variables that make it more challenging.
11 days of workouts and I would say that progress is slow. The miles aren’t any easier, I’m exhausted every single day and I don’t feel like it’s getting any better. I know there’s always a hump to get over when you start up a training program. I’ve been here a thousand times, it seems, so I haven’t given up hope yet. I’ve gotten through this part before. Hopefully I can again.
This is my relationship with my weight, which closely corresponds to my relationship with exercise:
This is why the end goal of this current plan is to establish continuity. ‘Maintain,’ as they say.
It would be nice to have lost at least a pound by now, though. I’m a little mystified that my weight hasn’t changed at all, considering I went from basically zero activity to full-on endurance workouts every day. I am doing a lot of hills, though, and cycling for me at this point is essentially a strength workout, so maybe I’m losing a little fat and gaining some muscle and that’s equaling out.
I don’t think there’s any way that I continue exercising like this and don’t lose weight though, as long as I keep my eating in check.
And I’ve stopped eating cheese, for the love of god. That has to count for something or what is the point of living!?