Tuesday, April 11

Web Site Review: Your Fitness Music

I found this really cool website called Your Fitness Music.

First, you can click on your current running speed (or target speed) and then get lists of music that matches your cadence. This is dependent on your stride length, so I looked for a song that I already knew matched my target cadence, and then made a list of others with the same timing. I'm in the process of getting hold of these in MP3 format to load into my player. I have one list for the beginning of my run, at a cadence of about 160 bpm (beats per minute), and then my target cadence, at 170 bmp. I'm trying to work my way up to 180 eventually. Sunday when I did the duathlon, I was sort of humming some of the songs to myself to help pace even and steady.

Second, Repacer, a program you can purchase here, will not only read your existing CD and MP3 tracks and tell you their bpm (beats per minute) but can alter them up or down depending on your need. It also creates mixes. It does it digitally. I'd explain how all that works, but then I'd have to quiz you.

Anyway, I'm finally over my exhaustion from the Rio Rancho duathlon, so I'm planning to go out early tomorrow for a four-mile run and test my new mix. Don't worry, I only wear one headphone.
In other news, I swam 2500 m tonight, and had the best speed I've ever had. My training swim time has dropped from 3 minutes per 100 meters to 2:38 per hundre meters. I may make my goals of a sub-10-minute 400 meter swim this year!

The results of the Rio Rancho Duathlon are posted here, but mine are about 10 minutes off. That makes me worry that others were not timed correctly. I even have a photograph of myself passing the clock and it reads 2:30. I've emailed the race director.

Monday, April 10

RR Du: Pictures

Here's some new pics, taken at the RR Duathlon.

Here's Husband in T1.


Look, here I am after the first run. See? I'm smiling. It's early, it's cool, and I still feel good. I have no idea what's in store for me.


Brian on the bike. His shots are always blurry, because he's very fast.
(Mine, of course, are always crystal clear)


Me, finishing.


Below, Karen Williams and I get our medals and congratulate each other.


Husband and I, wearing the medal. My rule is: I take it off when everything stops hurting.

Sunday, April 9

The Rio Rancho Duathlon (race report)

Nearly twenty-two years ago, I gave birth to my first child. I presented to the emergency room in labor around 2 am, labored for fifteen hours until I was told that I was going to have to have my first child by natural childbirth. I was told that this was because of some anomoly in my spine that prevented and epidural (this was later found out to be utter bullshit). I was nineteen years old, 5'5", and a size eight. Sometime after 10:20 that night, my son, eight pounds and fourteen ounces, was born.
I'm telling you this now because that was easier than what I did this morning. This was by and large the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. It was harder than the two half marathons I've done. I'd spent Friday night and all day Saturday escorting junior high kids to the state science fair in Socorro, and got back home last night at 9:30 pm. I was in bed at 10:30. At eight o'clock in the morning I took off on the first 5K run, which went straight up the hill, up another hill, and the last mile through soft sand. I kept a good pace, about 11:40 mile (the best I've ever done, I think) but I did say the F word when I got to the sand. I hate sand. I said the F word a lot during that mile, both the first 5K and on the second.
Then it was off on the bike - it was a 25K ride, but went up and down rolling hills while gradually gaining altitude out on Unser road. The bike back was against a slight wind - about 6mph - and not that much easier for the rolling hills going back. By the time I got to the last hill I was saying, "I can't do this. I'm done. I'll never be able to do the second 5K. I don't have anything left". Somehow or other, though, I managed to drop three people on the bike and head into T2 and go out on the 2nd run.

...which, and I imagine is no big surprise, was considerably slower than the first one. It is lonely being nearly last. I suppose being first is lonely too, but somehow more satisfying. Half the volunteers had left already. By the time I got to the last four hundred meters, which was around a track and through the finish line, I was alternating walking twenty steps, running twenty steps. I was whooped. Holy cow.
but what a race! The course was well-marked. It was well-organized. All the people present were enthusiastic and encouraging. I yelled "GO RAMS" a lot. (The Rio Rancho track team were volunteers, and I teach in Rio Rancho). The bike course was on a smooth paved road. My only complaint was the usual borish behavior of Rio Rancho drivers on the road - they rarely gave a full lane when passing, blocked cyclists and blew their horns at them, unless prompted by the Police not to do those things. Apparently, not being 30 seconds late to church, fishing, or whatever was more important than the safety of cyclists on the road. But I digress.
My friend Karen Williams took first Athena. I took second. I don't know if I'll do it again. If I do, it will be as a personal measure to see what kind of progress I've made. but one interesting thing: Rio Rancho is getting an aquatic center, and the race director, Mark Miko, said he plans to turn this into a triathlon! that I would definitely do, because the one thought that kept running around in my mind was, "boy, I'd sure like a swim right about now!"
First run split, I think about 11:40 per mile.
Bike split, average speed about 13 mph.
Second run split, average 14 minute per mile.
Results, 2nd place, Athena division.

Thursday, April 6

Morning run

I really, really want to get in the habit of running in the mornings.
First, it frees up the rest of my day; second, it makes me feel strong and capable and oh, so efficacious. Lastly, the mornings are so GORGEOUS in New Mexico (dry, crisp, cool, beautiful sunrise).
BUTTTT, those flannel sheets are hard to pull myself out of, along with the warm and snuggly Clydesdale I married...
So, I took a tip from this month's Runner's World and told myself that I would only going out for a mile or two. The trick is, by the time you're a couple miles into the run, you're enjoying yourself and keep going. And it WORKED! I wound up going for 5K, I wished I could have gone longer but I was running out of time, but tomorrow, oh yes! tomorrow will be different.
The glucosamine seems to be working. No foot pain, and starting the long stretching sessions, no more knee problems either. In either case, the run felt great.
This is going to be a run-focused year for me. I'm tired of straggling in nearly last, although I admit it is much easier to find my bike when it's one of the last ones left...
Since I'm less than a year into all this, I'm still working on my base/endurance, so any improvement in my running will probably help me in other areasl. My goals is a 10-minute mile; right now I'm around 12 or so.
But here's the most amazing part of all - I'm still astounded by this - I love running! Who'd have ever expected that? The queen of going slowly, the Princess of Mosy, loves to run! I love strapping on my MP3 player and heading out. I feel powerful and strong, especially with the music. I love the solitude of it. I don't like running with others. I don't want to talk. I love smootin' along, lost in my own thoughts, the musci playing in the background.
It's gonna be a great year!!

Sunday, April 2

Erasing the past.

This month there is a guest column in Runner's World by John "the Penguin" Bingham. He writes about runners who continue to run even through they're slow.

"The miracle isn't that I finish. The miracle is that I had the courage to start."

I wonder how much credit we really give ourselves for having started the insanity of triathlon. Sometimes, as I watch the pack move further and further aheard of me, leaving me alone, or perhaps with one or two (or no) stragglers running behind me, I feel much less like a winner...much less, oh I don't know, athletic. I feel like, as my eighth-graders put it, a wanna-be, or "poser".

What really ressonated, though, was how he wrote about running shoes as "erasers":

"Our running shoes are really erasers. Every step erases a memory of a past failure. Every mile brings us closer to a clean clate. Each footstrike rubs away a word, a look, an event, which led us to believe that success was beyond our grasp."

I started running at the age of 40. I was not an athlete in high school. I wasted a lot of my young life. I try not to perseverate on it. Now I have this wonderful mental image: when I run, every footstep that hits the ground erases years wasted--wasted in bad relationships, on welfare, laying on the couch, years spent smoking and eating badly.

I figure that the fact that I run as slowly as I do gives me more time to erase the past a little more slowly and carefully.

MVTC Sprint Triathlon (Race report)

Yes, I did it! As of last night, I had none of the symptoms that indicated that I should NOT do it, so I got up at 5 am and mosied through this reverse sprint.
We stayed at the home of our friends the Piazzos, who live between El Paso and Las Cruces. They have a great southwestern home high up on the mesa overlooking the river valley, with green fields and pecan groves.

The race was on a fantastic day - beautiful weather in Las Cruces, with no wind. I don't know any of my splits, because I have fallen into a habit of not pushing the lap buttons on my watch or reset button on my cyclometer until several minutes into the event; I didn't push the stop button until I was in the shower afterward. I've been told I can expect a hard copy of my results in, oh, about 3 months.

I did the run nice and easy, coming in my usual nearly-last. The run felt great, and I couldn't stop smiling. Best of all, the folks in my tri team club (The Outlaws) were yelling, "Go, Misty!" and slapping hands with me as they passed me on the way back. I love being part of a team!
The bike was 25K down a bbuummpppyyy road and back. I relaxed and concentrated on not letting my aero bottle bounce out from between the bars. I had a nice ride down and back, stopping for a bit to give a guy my spare tube (hey, it's not like that's going to keep me out of Kona) and then get on my bike for more mosying.
I was surprised at how well the swim went! Those 2000+ meters in the pool have really paid off. I actually dropped a couple people in the swim! Can you believe that?
  • Results: great race, can't wait to do it next year. Athena, 2nd place. ;-) (There were two of us)
  • Husband beat out several other Clydesdales for another 1st place win.
  • Next up: the Rio Rancho Duathlon, practically in my back yard.

Saturday, April 1

Current goal: Finish, and be last.

Well, Thursday kinda sucked. I went in, was preppped, very friendly staff at this place. Then the next thing I know I was waking up in recovery. I spent most of the day whimpering and feeling sorry for myself. I was really tired from all the pain killers. I was also cranky because the sugery center said no greasy foods today, which I figured would be my reward. We went home and I curled up with a heating pad, and watched Oprah. (According to Oprah, there's a problem with this stuff called meth. Did you know that? Apparently, causing all kinds of trouble. Duh). Ate lots of soy yogurt, larabars, and cytomax. Doc called to see how I was feeling. Husband took the day off in case I needed nursing. :-)

Friday was much better. I was up and around and walking up and down the stairs, and I transitioned over to Motrin. By the end of the day, I felt almost normal. Spent a lot of time on Ebay, and got some Brooks' running tights and some gear for the belly-dancing class I'm taking this summer. Decided I should pay my speeding ticket from last month. Nurses called from the surgery center to see how I was feeling. I had problems asking them about, um, going to the bathroom. When will that start up again? Son, who was home with me, decided not to bother me, bless his heart, about his sore throat. He decided to self-medicate instead...
"I drank some herbal tea," he told me proudly
"Go get me the box," I said.
He brought in the box, Celestial Seasonings Night-time Cleanse, with Senna. It's a mild laxative.
"Oh, boy. How much of this did you drink?" I started laughing.
"Three cups," he said, his voice faltering.
"You better stick around here today. You don't want to be outside too far from the bathroom," I warned him.

So, today is Saturday. We leave for Las Cruces, for the MVTC (I think) sprint triathlon tomorrow. I can do this, but only if I don't race it. I've decided that I'm going to mosy, and my goal is to be dead last. This is different from my usual goal of being anything other than dead last.

My training goals for today are to walk down to the coffee shop and back (3 mile walk) and see how that feels.