So in my head the Ironman training has officially begun, and I’ll start reporting training miles and the effect it’s all having on my slightly (and by that I mean greatly) unprepared body.
Yesterday I ran 5 hilly miles in Woodward Park. At noon, in what felt like at least 100-degree weather. I’m a little afraid of checking what the actual temperature was, though. If it was more than 100 it just makes me look more dumb, and less than 100 means I’m in worse shape than I thought.
As runs go, it was pretty good. I didn’t check my pace until I hit the second mile, and I was stronger than I thought, sub 10 minute miles. Then I hit the really hilly part and slowed down, but I expected it.
At the same time I’m starting to train more, I’m also trying to learn more about triathlons, including all the lingo.
Brick is one of my favorite tri words. It means combining two of the triathlon sports into a workout by swimming then riding, or riding then running.
So far I’ve tried one brick, a four-mile run after a 25-mile bike ride. It was less than a huge success, and showed me that all my running hasn’t prepared for this.
Lot’s of work to do in the next year, for sure.
Like I said, yesterday was a run day, but it was hot enough that I tried to get at least one of my triathlete friends to let me call it a brick. I mean, if I’m swimming in sweat while I run, it seems like it should count. Shannon said no, however, so back to the drawing board.
One really good part of the run was that I chose my course carefully. I wanted to run a route that I’d run with Team in Training coaches in the past, and it made a big difference.
I ran at Woodward Park, where we like to give names to the hills to make them seem friendly or more challenging.
The tallest, steepest, hill is called Killer Hill. A series of smaller hills are the Roller Coasters. A loop around those two places and another steep climb is the called the Figure Eight.
The water fountain stop is the Compass.
When I reached Killer Hill, I could hear Mark and John telling me to hold my form, and run to the top. On the Roller Coasters I could imagine them at the top telling people to press on.
On the path to the Compass I could hear another coach, Farshad, saying “pick it up, pick it up” which means run as fast as you can until your heart explodes and your lungs bail out on you.
It’s good that I love Farshad, because otherwise I’d really think he’s trying to kill me.
All in all it was a great run, summed up nicely by a short conversation with another lunatic who was out in the heat for a walk.
As we met on the trail I slowed down and said “Man, we seem so smart, but we’re out here sweating.”
He smiled, slapped my outstretched hand and said “yeah brother, but if we can be out here in this, we can do anything.”
Training totals:
5 miles of running
2 gallons of sweat.