For instance, training for ironman takes time. A lot of time. It takes a supportive family. When I finish (hopefully) Rev 3 Cedar Point, I am taking that medal and putting around the neck of the person who really deserves it more than anyone else on the planet—my wife. She put up with all the weekend bike rides, with my crabbiness after I get the kids in bed because I am thinking about:
° How I did not train as much as I was suppose to
° Whining about how frackin' tired I am all the time (no sympathy from her there)
° How sore I am from swimming, biking, and running more in one day than I have up to that point in my life.
° How I will have to turn off training for a while come 13 September and remember how to be a composer and musician again.
Then, of course, there are some things that I could have never have anticipated. Because my first obligation is my family and work, there have been times when I have had to make the easy, but painful choice between training or spending time with my family. Given the choice, I am always going to choose my family, even it means I will not be able to feel my quads for weeks following ironman. This past Friday, I was scheduled to do a run/bike/run. The run was suppose to be 1:45, followed by a 45 minute bike ride, followed by a one hour run. Seriously? Get real training schedule. As it were, Luca had two afternoon baseball games. So, I ended up fitting in my workout in between his game, truncating each section a little bit. Okay, to be honest, I only ended up running about 15 minutes of my second run. The legs were fine. My nutrition was solid. I felt pretty good conisdering how hot and humid it was. The first one was at 11:00, the second at 3:00. Could I have gone out early in the morning, say 5:30, 6:00 and been done in time for his first game? Sure. But burning the candle at both ends has me spending some quality time with the wifey talking until 11:30, midnight. One thing I seriously have to work on this next month is getting my butt to bed early—real early—and trying to start up my early morning routine again.
However, there are quite a few things that I have really enjoyed about training for ironman:
° Eating an insane amount of food at all hours of the day.
° The camaraderie of training with people that make you work harder.
° Improving technique (my swim technique can only get better)
° The conversations I have with people when I explain to them.."Yes, it is all in one day."
Adam and I had a nice two mile swim on Wednesday followed by an hour bike ride. We then decided that we should take advantage of Wednesday night all you can eat sushi at one of our favorite sushi bars.
Our sushi chefs, Maria and Julia made us some hand rolls first. Too delicious!
|The ever shy Maria getting ready to slice and dice some avocados.|
|Julia did 99% of our rolls.|
Two hand made hand rolls= YUMMY
|I can not even remember what everything was, but man, was it delicious!|
In the spirit of all you can eat sushi, Adam and I thought it would be almost offensive—like eating dinner at an Italian household—if we did not ask for more rolls after this. So, we shared three more rolls between us (in addition to the three we had after the hand rolls, and before this beautiful array of culinary art.
|Adam posing with his new best friends. This is the face of|
a sushi-drunk human. Did I mention ladies, he single?
OTHER NEWS: Did I mention I am also transitioning into a new gig? Check this place out! Isn't it just beautiful?
|Okay, this is not the building I will be teaching in, but it is right|
next to it.
Not a bad view of the campus from my blimp, eh?
Okay, go ahead those of you not in the know. Where is
this mysterious new campus I will be teaching at
starting this fall?
Okay, I am off to the lake for another disciplined two mile swim. I did a 2-miler Wednesday with Adam. He finished before me, but it took me about 55 minutes. At least I know I can go the distance now, and the time.
Okay, more exciting news coming soon. I have a meeting scheduled with Aquawoman.