I think it's kinda funny that I originally started this blog to help me focus on getting better and stronger at mountain biking, but almost every single post so far has been about triathlon training. Welp, that's the breaks! Give me a couple weeks- 4 to be exact- until I get another sprint tri under my belt, and I'll switch back to some good ol' lessons learned from mountain biking... :)
The title of this post basically sums up the last few weeks my "training" and just life in general. I won't go into the workout details too much but will just quickly recap some new, personal highs that have taken place over the last few weeks (I know I say that every time and end up writing a novel, but I mean it this time!):
-I've done a handful of solid road rides since my last post, all of them over 30 miles which is about +8 miles more than I would usually do.
-My best ride out of those: 32 miles to Ocean Ave in Laguna Beach, up the 2 mile-long climb of Newport Coast Drive (timed it- 9 minutes total), back down and back to HB. 19.3 mph avg the way there, before starting the climb.
-I've added some good distances up in the pool (good for me anyway... wasn't too long ago that I'd feel totally winded after a 300m "warm-up!" haha), including a 2000m workout (250 warm-up, (3x) 500m without stopping, 250 cool-down).
I'm happy with some of these workouts but know I still have a looonnnnnggg ways to go if I want to reach my ultimate goal of feeling strong enough on the bike, both physically and aerobically, to finish a solid, 2 hour race.
It sucks to say that my triathlon training hasn't been complete for a long time now, without my good running knees... which is why I don't have anything to add to that list up there, unfortunately. The longest distance I've been able to run before having my knee(s) lock down on me is one, pathetic mile. I did it at an 8 minute pace, too. After talking with Ryan about it a couple times, I've realized I can't just get pissed off every time it happens because I know that right now, if I'm gonna be honest with myself, I have to admit: it's just not a priority of mine to figure out what's really wrong and to get it fixed. Of course, I don't want my knees to hurt anymore. Who wouldn't want that? But I also know that until I dedicate the time and money to rehabbing it, it's going to hurt and it's going to lock up on me. And since I have a bunch of other things going right now that require time and money like, ohhhh a WEDDING and trying to really establish my business from home, maybe :) ...since those are just 2 of my primary focuses, my knee will have to wait. So no more complaining from now on!! I'm just gonna do the best I can with the next 4 weeks I have before the race, and do my best on race day when it's time to do that 3rd leg. And if my triathlon win streak snaps, I guess I can deal. ;)
Something else came to mind though recently that I've lost track of over the past few months, something I think could definitely be related to my knee issues.. which is my weight. I totally have a sweet tooth that I give in to once in a while (Ryan is well-aware!), but in general, I feel like the food I do eat is pretty damn healthy. So I didn't think my nutrition was a factor in my training and/or in my knee until I weighed myself last week. I couldn't believe what I saw when I looked at the scale.. 121 lbs. Almost down to what I weighed my freshman year of HIGH SCHOOL... which is kinda scary for someone standing at 5'10". I knew I had dropped a few pounds over the last few years but had no idea I had dropped even more in the past few months alone for some reason. Whatever the reason though, I really need to start taking better care of myself and need to focus more on not just on what I eat but on how much I eat. Anyway, don't want to turn this into a big nutritional post, but I did just want to get it down in here for now- where I'll feel like it will help me stay on it if other people have read about it. More on it later, probably.
Aside from the training stuff, it's been an AWESOME summer. Ryan and I went to visit my sister Val and her husband Doug in AZ, and met up with my other sister Liz and her now fiance, Mike (they just got engaged last night!!! so happy for them). So the 6 of us had a lot of fun. Definitely going out there again next summer for some more Salt River tubing! I turned 24 back on the 14th and had a great day, relaxing and celebrating with Ryan, then later with family. And it's just been a pretty mellow month, hanging out with friends and fam, enjoying the perfect weather, BBQ-ing some seriously tasty dinners on the patio!! Well, Ryan has been the BBQ King while I'm the... I don't know, preparation princess? something like that; He's seriously getting better and better on the grill somehow every dinner we have together while I'm only good with easy salads and side dishes. but I'm hoping to change my rank soon.. especially since my family got me a bunch of cooking gear (books, pans) and literally enough funfetti cake mix to feed all of our wedding guests for my birthday! If you don't already know, we're making the cake for our wedding and it's going to be the greatest cake in the history of weddings. So "come see me" as Ryan would say. :)
Welp, next up will be another week of good fun, I'm sure. At the same time though, I'm really hoping to pack in a handful of swim, bike and RUN workouts. Hope everyone has a great week!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
are we done yeti?
It seems like every thing that means something to you makes you ask at one point or another, "WHY did I sign up for this?!" or "Why am I doing this to myself?" Whether you're totally frustrated with yourself or with another person that you're looking to for help or motivation, you question it or them at some point. Well this week, I definitely had my fair share of questioning!!
Although the week wrapped up with a new personal high for me in terms of training, it started off as being totally frustrating. Tuesday morning I hit the gym for a spin class. (Typically I would have done a solo road ride, but my sister Liz wanted to ride too. And since she doesn't have a bike yet, I waited for her to wake up for a class. Butttt she overslept.. and I can't blame her too much- we're Hudsons!) so I went solo to the gym. It ended up being the first spin class I ever walked out of.
I could not believe what this lady had us all doing within the first 5 minutes. Obviously I'm nowhere near qualified to run a spin class and I would never claim to be a certified instructor or anything like that, but having been around some of the best coaches and athletic trainers in the country for a couple years, I know enough about the body to know what's NOT good for it in the long run. And seriously, the instructor of this particular class didn't have a clue. She had everyone doing 30+ second intervals of standing sprints on the lowest resistance, for multiple reps and sets... and not one simulated climb or anything on high resistance. I can't think of many things that a spin class could incorporate that would be any worse for your knees. After 15 minutes of watching this lady spin literally out of control on her bike (her butt was bouncing everywhere, and she couldn't maintain any kind of balance it seemed like for more than a few minutes!) I looked around the room and saw everyone else doing the same thing, then asked myself why I was doing this.. what good could it do for me? And when I couldn't think of one single and honest answer, I walked out.
I didn't want to go home without feeling like I got stronger that day so I ended up doing some easy lifting for my lower body. It felt good to put some pressure on a couple muscle groups that I haven't directly challenged in the past few months, so it was kinda fun and I felt good after that.
Wednesday morning I hit the pool for my first interval work-out in a year. Ryan suggested before I went that I did the ladder; a series of alternating sprints and recovery laps.. always sprinting the 25m in one direction and recovering in the other. So I did! It goes like this: 25m (pace), 50m(sprint-pace), 75m(sprint-pace-sprint), 100m(pace-sprint-pace-sprint), and back down... you get the point. I took about 20 seconds rest in between sets. I don't know but I think Ryan usually starts off with the first "step" in the ladder as a 25m sprint, but I started it as a paced lap so that I could end the ladder with a sprint. Gotta end it with a bang!! I did a 300m warm-up before doing the ladder and a 300 cool-down, totaling 1000m for the day. Not too bad.
It was kinda funny.... when I got out, an older lady who was jogging laps to get warmed up for the water aerobics class asked me, "So how much swimming did you do?!" I told her "Well I ended up doing 1000 today.. the sprints killed me!" And she called over to her older male friend and said like a proud grandmother or something, "Can you believe that? She did 1000 laps today!! See, I knew you were in here for a while! That's great honey.." haha. Yeah I totally corrected her and said the sprints might have literally killed me if I swam 1000 laps of them! but I think she was just as happy for me and my 1000m. :) it was cute.
Anyway Thursday it was back on the road bike for at least an hour to keep building the base miles. I wanted to see if I could improve my average for the 2nd time in a row since I conquered my little "Quest for 20" but sadly, PCH was closed and I was forced to start out south towards Newport. Starting off with a head wind opposed to finishing with it like I usually do, I think screwed with my head. I knew my legs were tired to begin with for this ride but I really struggled on the hills in Newport that day for some reason. I managed to average 17.4 mph the way there and was about to call it quits and head back so I could save my legs for a big weekend, when a group of men from La Habra Cyclery pulled up next to me at a red light. I decided not to turn around at the next one and wanted to see how I could keep up with their pace on my own, a couple bike lengths behind them. I BARELY could for just a couple miles but I did! Until they pulled over to hit a starbucks. haha. I was kinda bummed actually. But decided to get home this time, "for reals". I was able to maintain some pretty good speed around 21-22 for most of the way and got my average back up to 18.7 by the end of the ride.
Took Friday off as planned but also decided to take Saturday off too when Ryan and I decided to take James up on his offer to do a 3 hour mtb ride with him and Beth on Sunday! I knew it would be tough for me no matter what to ride for that long since I've never done more than 2 hours on the trails. So I wanted to feel completely rested. Not sure I did on Sunday morning still, but I was definitely excited and looking forward to fun times with Team Tall and Team Small!
We headed out and got to El Moro a little before 8am and Beth and James pulled up shortly after. A little ways into our ride the boys wanted to descend down Rattlesnake (a trail I've never done because Ryan says it's super sketchy) so Beth and I agreed to meet back up with them at another spot before we all would climb I Think I Can. Well, I totally blew it and made a wrong turn... forcing Beth to take several scenic routes to get to a spot where I knew we could meet them (sorry beth!). One thing I have unexpectedly learned from mountain biking: my sense of direction sucks!! And it will totally be a while before I agree to splitting up from the boys again. :) That is, if they even ask to. which I highly doubt will happen any time soon!
When we all met up again it was lots of long and steady climbing up I Think I Can. I have to say, Ryan was a champ throughout the whole ride. Not only did he dominate every single thing we rode, he wore the camelbak the whole ride with all my crap and extra water for us, was a great tour guide :) AND snagged some cool shots throughout our whole excursion. Yeah, I love my boy!
Done with the first climb, thank god:
Schleck and I hanging out, feeling good after cruising through some fun single track:
LOVED this one trail we took that was a steady decline towards the beach. So much fun, so good call, Ry! And just AWESOME views. Ryan took us down that so we could see this and I was really happy he did:
It was the raddest view I've seen in a lonnng time. We all decided it would be awesome to live there, not just because of how beautiful it is but because it looks as though everyone uses golf carts to get around town. So awesome!!
Not sure why I look so pissed off in this pic... hopefully I don't always look like that! shoot. but here are us groupies minus Ryan unfortunately:
taking PCH back to the trails for some killer climbing (please note that I'M pulling RYAN!! yeah-ya. thanks for the rare pic, James. haha):
The second half of our ride seriously felt twice as hard as the first. Not sure if it was harder or not statistically, but my legs were just spent after the amount of time we did already, since that's about how long my total rides usually are. So I'm sure part of it was just pushing my body to go longer than its used to. But we ended up with a solid climb all the way back to the car.. I seriously just wanted to be done. I was tired and so were my legs. But I had to keep in mind that I really wanted to do this ride with the 4 of us and do a distance and elevation I for sure haven't done before. So I shifted my thinking from, "When are we gonna be done.." to "Earn the Yeti glass!!!" (Ryan got a Yeti pint glass that we keep in his freezer, and only take it out for a cold beer after a seriously good effort on a ride- can be a new PR, a great race outcome, the first time dominating a decent after multiple tries, etc.) So anyway Beth and I kind of buddied-up behind Ryan and James at that point; I think we were both spent!! Well, I totally was but Beth has a way of making you think she's past being tired and can't do another climb when all of a sudden she just kills it. It's just as entertaining as it is amazing. So it was a lot of fun riding with her and just watching James and Ryan heckle each other all the way back... as usual! My legs could probably tell but I didn't realize that we ended up doing 22 miles and 3500 feet of climbing- Definitely a new high for me!! So thanks to James for thinking up this ride and to Ryan for convincing me I could do it (as usual), because I got the Yeti glass! :) Can't wait to do it again soon.
On tap for this week: really focusing on getting my knee healthy again, sticking with the same training plans from previous weeks but increasing the distances of all workouts, then heading out to Arizona to see my sister and brother-in-law. Can't wait for that- Ryan and I will be heading out Friday night but my sister Liz and her boyfriend Mike will already be there too. So it should be a fun-filled weekend with the 6 of us together... we'll be checking out the infamous salt river there. It's open every summer and people basically just cruise in their inner tubes, eat and drink beers while they float down the river for 10 miles. can't wait for that... found this pic of it just now:
haha don't think that girl's wearing any bottoms... jeez this might be crazy.
Although the week wrapped up with a new personal high for me in terms of training, it started off as being totally frustrating. Tuesday morning I hit the gym for a spin class. (Typically I would have done a solo road ride, but my sister Liz wanted to ride too. And since she doesn't have a bike yet, I waited for her to wake up for a class. Butttt she overslept.. and I can't blame her too much- we're Hudsons!) so I went solo to the gym. It ended up being the first spin class I ever walked out of.
I could not believe what this lady had us all doing within the first 5 minutes. Obviously I'm nowhere near qualified to run a spin class and I would never claim to be a certified instructor or anything like that, but having been around some of the best coaches and athletic trainers in the country for a couple years, I know enough about the body to know what's NOT good for it in the long run. And seriously, the instructor of this particular class didn't have a clue. She had everyone doing 30+ second intervals of standing sprints on the lowest resistance, for multiple reps and sets... and not one simulated climb or anything on high resistance. I can't think of many things that a spin class could incorporate that would be any worse for your knees. After 15 minutes of watching this lady spin literally out of control on her bike (her butt was bouncing everywhere, and she couldn't maintain any kind of balance it seemed like for more than a few minutes!) I looked around the room and saw everyone else doing the same thing, then asked myself why I was doing this.. what good could it do for me? And when I couldn't think of one single and honest answer, I walked out.
I didn't want to go home without feeling like I got stronger that day so I ended up doing some easy lifting for my lower body. It felt good to put some pressure on a couple muscle groups that I haven't directly challenged in the past few months, so it was kinda fun and I felt good after that.
Wednesday morning I hit the pool for my first interval work-out in a year. Ryan suggested before I went that I did the ladder; a series of alternating sprints and recovery laps.. always sprinting the 25m in one direction and recovering in the other. So I did! It goes like this: 25m (pace), 50m(sprint-pace), 75m(sprint-pace-sprint), 100m(pace-sprint-pace-sprint), and back down... you get the point. I took about 20 seconds rest in between sets. I don't know but I think Ryan usually starts off with the first "step" in the ladder as a 25m sprint, but I started it as a paced lap so that I could end the ladder with a sprint. Gotta end it with a bang!! I did a 300m warm-up before doing the ladder and a 300 cool-down, totaling 1000m for the day. Not too bad.
It was kinda funny.... when I got out, an older lady who was jogging laps to get warmed up for the water aerobics class asked me, "So how much swimming did you do?!" I told her "Well I ended up doing 1000 today.. the sprints killed me!" And she called over to her older male friend and said like a proud grandmother or something, "Can you believe that? She did 1000 laps today!! See, I knew you were in here for a while! That's great honey.." haha. Yeah I totally corrected her and said the sprints might have literally killed me if I swam 1000 laps of them! but I think she was just as happy for me and my 1000m. :) it was cute.
Anyway Thursday it was back on the road bike for at least an hour to keep building the base miles. I wanted to see if I could improve my average for the 2nd time in a row since I conquered my little "Quest for 20" but sadly, PCH was closed and I was forced to start out south towards Newport. Starting off with a head wind opposed to finishing with it like I usually do, I think screwed with my head. I knew my legs were tired to begin with for this ride but I really struggled on the hills in Newport that day for some reason. I managed to average 17.4 mph the way there and was about to call it quits and head back so I could save my legs for a big weekend, when a group of men from La Habra Cyclery pulled up next to me at a red light. I decided not to turn around at the next one and wanted to see how I could keep up with their pace on my own, a couple bike lengths behind them. I BARELY could for just a couple miles but I did! Until they pulled over to hit a starbucks. haha. I was kinda bummed actually. But decided to get home this time, "for reals". I was able to maintain some pretty good speed around 21-22 for most of the way and got my average back up to 18.7 by the end of the ride.
Took Friday off as planned but also decided to take Saturday off too when Ryan and I decided to take James up on his offer to do a 3 hour mtb ride with him and Beth on Sunday! I knew it would be tough for me no matter what to ride for that long since I've never done more than 2 hours on the trails. So I wanted to feel completely rested. Not sure I did on Sunday morning still, but I was definitely excited and looking forward to fun times with Team Tall and Team Small!
We headed out and got to El Moro a little before 8am and Beth and James pulled up shortly after. A little ways into our ride the boys wanted to descend down Rattlesnake (a trail I've never done because Ryan says it's super sketchy) so Beth and I agreed to meet back up with them at another spot before we all would climb I Think I Can. Well, I totally blew it and made a wrong turn... forcing Beth to take several scenic routes to get to a spot where I knew we could meet them (sorry beth!). One thing I have unexpectedly learned from mountain biking: my sense of direction sucks!! And it will totally be a while before I agree to splitting up from the boys again. :) That is, if they even ask to. which I highly doubt will happen any time soon!
When we all met up again it was lots of long and steady climbing up I Think I Can. I have to say, Ryan was a champ throughout the whole ride. Not only did he dominate every single thing we rode, he wore the camelbak the whole ride with all my crap and extra water for us, was a great tour guide :) AND snagged some cool shots throughout our whole excursion. Yeah, I love my boy!
Done with the first climb, thank god:
Schleck and I hanging out, feeling good after cruising through some fun single track:
LOVED this one trail we took that was a steady decline towards the beach. So much fun, so good call, Ry! And just AWESOME views. Ryan took us down that so we could see this and I was really happy he did:
It was the raddest view I've seen in a lonnng time. We all decided it would be awesome to live there, not just because of how beautiful it is but because it looks as though everyone uses golf carts to get around town. So awesome!!
Not sure why I look so pissed off in this pic... hopefully I don't always look like that! shoot. but here are us groupies minus Ryan unfortunately:
taking PCH back to the trails for some killer climbing (please note that I'M pulling RYAN!! yeah-ya. thanks for the rare pic, James. haha):
The second half of our ride seriously felt twice as hard as the first. Not sure if it was harder or not statistically, but my legs were just spent after the amount of time we did already, since that's about how long my total rides usually are. So I'm sure part of it was just pushing my body to go longer than its used to. But we ended up with a solid climb all the way back to the car.. I seriously just wanted to be done. I was tired and so were my legs. But I had to keep in mind that I really wanted to do this ride with the 4 of us and do a distance and elevation I for sure haven't done before. So I shifted my thinking from, "When are we gonna be done.." to "Earn the Yeti glass!!!" (Ryan got a Yeti pint glass that we keep in his freezer, and only take it out for a cold beer after a seriously good effort on a ride- can be a new PR, a great race outcome, the first time dominating a decent after multiple tries, etc.) So anyway Beth and I kind of buddied-up behind Ryan and James at that point; I think we were both spent!! Well, I totally was but Beth has a way of making you think she's past being tired and can't do another climb when all of a sudden she just kills it. It's just as entertaining as it is amazing. So it was a lot of fun riding with her and just watching James and Ryan heckle each other all the way back... as usual! My legs could probably tell but I didn't realize that we ended up doing 22 miles and 3500 feet of climbing- Definitely a new high for me!! So thanks to James for thinking up this ride and to Ryan for convincing me I could do it (as usual), because I got the Yeti glass! :) Can't wait to do it again soon.
On tap for this week: really focusing on getting my knee healthy again, sticking with the same training plans from previous weeks but increasing the distances of all workouts, then heading out to Arizona to see my sister and brother-in-law. Can't wait for that- Ryan and I will be heading out Friday night but my sister Liz and her boyfriend Mike will already be there too. So it should be a fun-filled weekend with the 6 of us together... we'll be checking out the infamous salt river there. It's open every summer and people basically just cruise in their inner tubes, eat and drink beers while they float down the river for 10 miles. can't wait for that... found this pic of it just now:
haha don't think that girl's wearing any bottoms... jeez this might be crazy.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
going the distance... between updates. oops.
Haven't posted a new blog since July 6th. What is wrong with me? Alright, this needs to be a PR of a recap because I have a lot of fun workouts to go over, (especially since Ryan was nice enough to put a training plan together for me after Racers and Chasers!) and I don't want to put anyone to sleep here.
Well the week after my race was kind of a mile stone for me, training wise. It's funny when I think about it, because I only worked out twice (totally not counting pilates classes). And I'm pretty sure that to most of the cyclists I know and to the ones who have blogs that I now read, only working out 2 times in a week would be a humongous step backwards and would make them feel like ultimate fat asses. Well, I made those 2 days hard, ok??! :)
Here's what happened. Tuesday morning I set out for a solo 35 mile road ride at 19 mph avg- my most challenging solo ride yet. I knew that it would be hard, especially without Ryan's back wheel out in front of me to hug... and that I would have to stay disciplined the entire time. Knowing how I am when it comes to long distance stuff, I knew that I would have to ride 17.5 miles out in one direction before turning around to come back, if I was going to hit 35. Otherwise, I'd come up to Ryan's apt and make some excuse to just go back instead of passing it by to reach my goal. I honestly just get really bored after even 10 miles on the road by myself and when I get tired, the excuses start to flow. Sucks to say but I can't deny it... And it always ends up being a battle against myself. So, that's what I set out to do. I went from Ryan's in downtown HB towards Laguna Beach. I can't even guess how many times I looked down at my computer to see how many miles I'd gone and thought, "That's it??" I realized at about 10 miles in that focusing on a certain number of miles for a new goal is great, but it shouldn't be about the distance. It should be about the effort you put into reaching that distance, and how you feel along the way. Cliche, I know... but it really is true. Even on a road bike. So at the 10 mile mark, I switched my computer over to Average MPH mode for good and left it there for about as long as I could resist. I actually had a lot of fun flying solo although it's always a lot more fun to ride with my boy, for sure.. But I was kind of excited to see what I was made of as I climbed the rolling hills that lead into Newport and Laguna- a bunch of them I've never climbed before and parts of them were brutal for me... just longer than the 2 ant hills I'm used to in HB and long beach. Side note- the further south I went, the more worried I got though because I didn't realize until about 7 or 8 miles into the ride that I had no spare tire or any gear to change a flat; Ryan took it off for a ride with his dad a few days before and I totally forgot to put it back on my bike, of course! Mental note- don't forget the spares next time, nerd. But anyway, I felt super strong... (shocker to me) so I was amped on doing a 35 miler!! Thennnn I got to Laguna. Ocean Avenue to be exact. And as if drivers in OC don't force you into the gutter enough as it is, coming up on Ocean in the heart of Laguna Beach.. well you might as well take up street sweeping while you're at it. That's what I felt like anyway. So I caved, and I looked down at my computer to see the distance I rode at that point and was somewhat satisfied with it but not totally- 16 miles. Not too shabby... but it wasn't 17.5. Welp, to sum it up, I decided to avoid the single track of a street and all it's oblivious drivers.. and headed home. But I went as fast as I could the whole way back to make up for what I knew would fall short of 35 miles. With all the climbing and stops I did, I ended up averaging 19 mph!! (When I ride with Ryan and his dad, their averages will usually be around 21 when mine will be around 18 after the same exact ride (mine counts everything but 0 mph when theirs stops counting at 10 mph or something). So I was excited. Definitely plan on doing that ride again soon.
Wow I just talked a lot about that when I totally didn't need to.....
The following Sunday (7/12) was my second and last workout of the week, and it was with Ryan, mountain biking through Aliso. He did a great recap of it here (I say great because he's so awesome the way he talks about our rides together :) and also because he actually knows the names of all the trails we ride, whereas I come on here to write about them, but end up saying stuff like, "we rode up that long, and like, really steep trail.. you know, that one that's got some rocks and stuff on it... and some trees) ok maybe not that bad, but I still need to get better at learning names of trails, for sure. Anyway we ended up riding up Cholla (Ryan timed me- 6 minutes I think. definitely gonna work on improving that but Ryan said that's a good time, so I'll believe him. haha) Then we headed down Rock It and up Mathis to the Top of the World. About half way up Mathis, I seriously wanted to puke. It was hot as hell and I didn't want to stop for water because I knew it would take me forever to get going again. Stupid I know, but true. But I looked ahead at Ryan and knew I couldn't stop; The fact that he did a century with Slater and some other guys the day before totally motivated me to finish... and definitely left me no excuses!! I stopped to catch my breath once but kept going til I reached the top... top of the world baby! I finally did it. I'd been wanting to for a while and when I finally got there, physically, it felt like shit, but mentally, it felt AWESOME. I will be back!!! I especially want to descend down what I think is called meadows again too, because I went down it like a grandma in a motorized cart for my first time. And I know it could be part of a really awesome trip back to the car. Next time!
Last Monday (7/13) marked the first day of a new training plan that Ryan set up for me. I told him I really need/want to get my endurance up and that I want to get stronger. I know those sound like extremely broad goals, but I've noticed that my endurance has been what's killed me at both mtb races. So we figured that was a priority, and that strength will naturally follow. Since I signed up for another triathlon, I'd like to focus on being ready for it (by ready I mean totally healthy and pain free as well as able to complete it without feeling held back primarily by my endurance level.. if I'm held back by a technical issue on my bike or because something weird happens, like a crazy steals my running shoes while I'm on my swim... basically if anything out of my control holds me back, I could care less in the end. But I don't want to finish another race saying, "god, I really need to get in better shape!!"). Anyway.. I want to be ready for the tri without neglecting any progress on my mountain bike and lastly, nurse my bad knees back into shape. Surprisingly, that's been my biggest challenge yet through all this...
So Monday (7/13) I was scheduled to run for just 10-15 minutes to start. 10-15 minutes... No problem, right? Yeah. Well I just made it to 10 before my right knee started locking up on me. I knew it would happen as it always does after a certain amount of time, but I didn't expect it to so soon after staying off off it for MONTHS now and trying to build the muscle around it with cycling and pilates. But it did, and all I can do is deal with it the best I know how... which I believe is giving it the right balance of training and trying to expand its limits, and rest/recovery.
Tuesday (7/14) had a 60-90 minute road ride for endurance lined up. No hard efforts, just meant to get the base miles in. So I went out for another solo ride up PCH towards Long Beach from Ryan's. I started out feeling great... Didn't realize how great I was actually feeling until I looked down and saw that my avg was 21 mpg at about 8 miles in! Knowing the head wind on the way back would be a downer to my average (it always is when I take that route in the morning- damn off-shore winds!!) I decided at that point to see if I could average 20 mph for the first time ever on that ride. Welp, to sum things up for the sake of what will be this massive post, I'm bummed to say that didn't happen... almost, but it didn't. Came in at 19-point-freaking-8 mph. I knew it was going to be on for my next endurance ride..
Wednesday (7/15) was my first time back in the pool for laps in a lonnnng time. And it showed. I did a single-paced 1000m and it took me about 45 minutes. I stopped a lot. In fact I don't think I did more than 100m one time, without taking a break before starting my next lap. Had to think to myself afterward, "Well, I can only go up from here, right??" :/ haha. Had another 10-15 minute run scheduled after this swim. I did it basically right after I got out of the pool, thinking I'd be much looser than Monday's run which would help, but I wasn't even a quarter of a mile in when it locked up on me this time. Yeahhhh that's all I have to say about that....
Thursday I had off but Friday was time for another ride. I decided to hold off a couple days before attempting the LB test again, and wanted to get a good climb or 2 in. Thought it might help my endurance more than a flatter ride to LB. So I took off south, down to Newport Coast Drive. I remembered the spare tube this time (yessss!) but TOTALLY forgot to ask Ryan to fix my gears... they've been having issues staying on the smallest 3 rings so climbing a 2 mile hill without them was just going to suck (noooo!). After riding 11 miles to get to Newport Coast, I thought, "Oh well.. time to suck it up and climb standing." So I did. I timed myself on the whole climb- got to the signal at the top in almost exactly 10 minutes. And since I always enjoy a climb a LOT more if I get to ride down it, that's what I did... and went back home at a solid pace. Was a pretty good ride in the end- 27 miles, 18 mph avg.
Took Saturday off to spend the day with my sister Val, who came in from Arizona for the weekend. Had a lot of fun riding beach cruisers around with her, Ryan, and my other sister Liz. Had an even better time seeing my sister Val try to hop up the curb in front of Ryan's apartment at the end of our ride... hahahha. Something to keep in mind- if someone you know is ever riding on a fat beach cruiser and says to you, "watch out, I'm gonna jump it!" then you LET THEM TRY!! Because when they don't even come close to making it, and you see their back wheel go a good 5 feet in the air, it is one of the most comical things you'll ever see. If you have a sense of humor that is. ;)
Sunday (7/19) I headed out to PCH again for another ride to get some more base miles in, this time with Ryan and his dad. I was really excited to ride with them because it has been a while and we always have a good time. They planned to do 50 miles and I only wanted to ride for 60-90 minutes. So since we went south for this one, I decided to do the same ride I did a few days before and go up Newport Coast. It was kinda bizarre to me how good I felt, riding with them, strength-wise. Usually I fall back several times, even though I AM always drafting behind Ryan and/or his dad when we ride together. But I didn't fall back once and it was sweet!! So when I got to Newport Coast I had a lot more energy conserved in me for the climb, which I wanted to time again. although I forgot again to ask Ryan to fix my chain/gears before we left!! crap... But I thought of forgetting as a good thing because I was forced to climb it the same way I did a few days before, leaving my strength as the only variable that could affect my time. Sure enough, I did it in 9 minutes that time.. a whole minute faster! Granted, I drafted basically the whole 11 miles there, but I still feel like it was a better effort which is always a good feeling to have.
This past week's training plan was structured almost identically to last week's, to get some more base training under my belt. Monday (7/21) I started off with a swim, and pushed my total up to 1300m- same pace as last week's swim. Nothing crazy.
Next up on Tuesday was another road ride. This time, my sister Liz and I decided to go to a spin class though. Liz is actually the one who talked me into the LB tri although she's only done one race herself, and she also managed to talk her boyfriend into doing his first triathlon this year (we're all doing the same one.. should be fun!). She's definitely on a health kick right now, trying to get back into working out, and since she doesn't have her own road bike yet the spin class was great for us to go to together as we train for this thing. Anyway it was just a fun class for me, especially with Liz and also with the old guys that go to that class every Tuesday and Thursday morning... they just sit in the back and talk crap on the instructor and each other. It's hilarious. So Liz and I definitely had fun time.
Wednesday was my day off from riding, but included a short run. So I hit the gym at lunch for my pilates class then went upstairs afterward to run on the treadmills (can't STAND treadmills, but I figure they're better for me to run on once in a while compared to concrete obviously or the uneven grassy trail right by my house). I ended up running a half a mile before my knee started hurting, but out of frustration I guess, I decided to run another half mile after walking for a few minutes. I always get so frustrated stopping after only a few minutes, and since it hasn't seemed to help lately, I wanted to try something different. The 2nd half hurt and I definitely finished it with a gimp, but I did. And I felt a whole lot better finishing the complete mile in a little pain this time, than to stop 1/4 or 1/2 of the way in because it hurt.
Thursday I hit the pool for some more laps. This time I figured I needed to start pushing myself to swim certain, longer distances without stopping. So before I started, I planned to do a 300m warm-up, 2 sets of 450m and a 300m cool-down.. all without stopping. Surprisingly, I made it and I actually didn't die too much! :) I also threw in a couple water sprints at the end to see if doing that would help loosen up my hip flexors (also a consistent problem for me, besides my IT band) and let me tell you, that crap was wayyy harder than I thought it would be! I only did 100m and my quads and everything were fine, but running in water was a bitch for my calves! They cramped like crazy, it was so unexpected. Kinda funny actually... :)
Friday was another road ride for endurance, and I definitely had not forgotten my goal to average 20 mph from Ryan's to Long Beach and back. I kept thinking about it throughout the week as "My Quest for 20" like it was the title of some really cheesy documentary that no one cared about. I don't even know why I just included that thought in here just now.... alright, so back to it.... :) I didn't want to kill myself too early and have no steam left to fight the head wind on the way back, and more importantly, I didn't want to force a dumb injury on myself because I didn't warm up. So I gradually increased my pace on my way to LB and found myself refusing to drop below 20 on the way there, no matter what. Well, of course, I hit every damn light there was. Seemed like it anyway. When I got to the street I turn around at, I looked down to see my average at 22. 22!! Hell yeah!! I was at 21 last time at this point, so being at 22 put me in a good spot for the ride back. sweet. I started off, going a little faster than I did the way back last time to leave any doubt behind me. I got to the the little climbs that go into Huntington Harbor and it hit me- I did exactly what I told myself not to as I warmed up; I gave it a little too much gas, too soon. My legs were just tired, riding up and over those stupid things. And I couldn't get my speed back up as I rode down them. Some guy flew past me a few minutes later, with about 6-7 miles to go. HUGE calves, some team jersey with a kit to match his bike perfectly... I knew he'd be pissed if some girl like me could hang with him, let alone pass him. So naturally, I tried to do both! :) I hate it when people are riding "slower than molasses in the dead of winter" as Ryan would say :) then see us fly past them, THEN start working by trying their hardest to keep up right behind us and on our wheels. So retarded to me. So I wasn't going to draft but try to use him as motivation to keep my pace up. And although he eventually left my sight, I guess it worked because I finished my ride with a 20.3 mph average! Woo hoo!!! Good times.
If you actually just read this entire post, thanks and.. sorry it was so long!!! Now that I have this blog going, I'll need to stay on top of updating it weekly instead of once a month, or just updating a little bit here and there as I go. Because super long posts that are just about training and not about the fun stuff at all are just lame. So no more of that from me!!
On Tap: Ryan will be racing up in Big Bear with James tomorrow for Rim Nordic #2 so that should be pretty awesome!! It's always fun cheering them on and it'll be cool to be Ryan's #1 fan again, this time without having to worry about my race. Been a while now since that's been the scenario. Training wise, well, we'll see what Ryan has in store for me next week. :)
Well the week after my race was kind of a mile stone for me, training wise. It's funny when I think about it, because I only worked out twice (totally not counting pilates classes). And I'm pretty sure that to most of the cyclists I know and to the ones who have blogs that I now read, only working out 2 times in a week would be a humongous step backwards and would make them feel like ultimate fat asses. Well, I made those 2 days hard, ok??! :)
Here's what happened. Tuesday morning I set out for a solo 35 mile road ride at 19 mph avg- my most challenging solo ride yet. I knew that it would be hard, especially without Ryan's back wheel out in front of me to hug... and that I would have to stay disciplined the entire time. Knowing how I am when it comes to long distance stuff, I knew that I would have to ride 17.5 miles out in one direction before turning around to come back, if I was going to hit 35. Otherwise, I'd come up to Ryan's apt and make some excuse to just go back instead of passing it by to reach my goal. I honestly just get really bored after even 10 miles on the road by myself and when I get tired, the excuses start to flow. Sucks to say but I can't deny it... And it always ends up being a battle against myself. So, that's what I set out to do. I went from Ryan's in downtown HB towards Laguna Beach. I can't even guess how many times I looked down at my computer to see how many miles I'd gone and thought, "That's it??" I realized at about 10 miles in that focusing on a certain number of miles for a new goal is great, but it shouldn't be about the distance. It should be about the effort you put into reaching that distance, and how you feel along the way. Cliche, I know... but it really is true. Even on a road bike. So at the 10 mile mark, I switched my computer over to Average MPH mode for good and left it there for about as long as I could resist. I actually had a lot of fun flying solo although it's always a lot more fun to ride with my boy, for sure.. But I was kind of excited to see what I was made of as I climbed the rolling hills that lead into Newport and Laguna- a bunch of them I've never climbed before and parts of them were brutal for me... just longer than the 2 ant hills I'm used to in HB and long beach. Side note- the further south I went, the more worried I got though because I didn't realize until about 7 or 8 miles into the ride that I had no spare tire or any gear to change a flat; Ryan took it off for a ride with his dad a few days before and I totally forgot to put it back on my bike, of course! Mental note- don't forget the spares next time, nerd. But anyway, I felt super strong... (shocker to me) so I was amped on doing a 35 miler!! Thennnn I got to Laguna. Ocean Avenue to be exact. And as if drivers in OC don't force you into the gutter enough as it is, coming up on Ocean in the heart of Laguna Beach.. well you might as well take up street sweeping while you're at it. That's what I felt like anyway. So I caved, and I looked down at my computer to see the distance I rode at that point and was somewhat satisfied with it but not totally- 16 miles. Not too shabby... but it wasn't 17.5. Welp, to sum it up, I decided to avoid the single track of a street and all it's oblivious drivers.. and headed home. But I went as fast as I could the whole way back to make up for what I knew would fall short of 35 miles. With all the climbing and stops I did, I ended up averaging 19 mph!! (When I ride with Ryan and his dad, their averages will usually be around 21 when mine will be around 18 after the same exact ride (mine counts everything but 0 mph when theirs stops counting at 10 mph or something). So I was excited. Definitely plan on doing that ride again soon.
Wow I just talked a lot about that when I totally didn't need to.....
The following Sunday (7/12) was my second and last workout of the week, and it was with Ryan, mountain biking through Aliso. He did a great recap of it here (I say great because he's so awesome the way he talks about our rides together :) and also because he actually knows the names of all the trails we ride, whereas I come on here to write about them, but end up saying stuff like, "we rode up that long, and like, really steep trail.. you know, that one that's got some rocks and stuff on it... and some trees) ok maybe not that bad, but I still need to get better at learning names of trails, for sure. Anyway we ended up riding up Cholla (Ryan timed me- 6 minutes I think. definitely gonna work on improving that but Ryan said that's a good time, so I'll believe him. haha) Then we headed down Rock It and up Mathis to the Top of the World. About half way up Mathis, I seriously wanted to puke. It was hot as hell and I didn't want to stop for water because I knew it would take me forever to get going again. Stupid I know, but true. But I looked ahead at Ryan and knew I couldn't stop; The fact that he did a century with Slater and some other guys the day before totally motivated me to finish... and definitely left me no excuses!! I stopped to catch my breath once but kept going til I reached the top... top of the world baby! I finally did it. I'd been wanting to for a while and when I finally got there, physically, it felt like shit, but mentally, it felt AWESOME. I will be back!!! I especially want to descend down what I think is called meadows again too, because I went down it like a grandma in a motorized cart for my first time. And I know it could be part of a really awesome trip back to the car. Next time!
Last Monday (7/13) marked the first day of a new training plan that Ryan set up for me. I told him I really need/want to get my endurance up and that I want to get stronger. I know those sound like extremely broad goals, but I've noticed that my endurance has been what's killed me at both mtb races. So we figured that was a priority, and that strength will naturally follow. Since I signed up for another triathlon, I'd like to focus on being ready for it (by ready I mean totally healthy and pain free as well as able to complete it without feeling held back primarily by my endurance level.. if I'm held back by a technical issue on my bike or because something weird happens, like a crazy steals my running shoes while I'm on my swim... basically if anything out of my control holds me back, I could care less in the end. But I don't want to finish another race saying, "god, I really need to get in better shape!!"). Anyway.. I want to be ready for the tri without neglecting any progress on my mountain bike and lastly, nurse my bad knees back into shape. Surprisingly, that's been my biggest challenge yet through all this...
So Monday (7/13) I was scheduled to run for just 10-15 minutes to start. 10-15 minutes... No problem, right? Yeah. Well I just made it to 10 before my right knee started locking up on me. I knew it would happen as it always does after a certain amount of time, but I didn't expect it to so soon after staying off off it for MONTHS now and trying to build the muscle around it with cycling and pilates. But it did, and all I can do is deal with it the best I know how... which I believe is giving it the right balance of training and trying to expand its limits, and rest/recovery.
Tuesday (7/14) had a 60-90 minute road ride for endurance lined up. No hard efforts, just meant to get the base miles in. So I went out for another solo ride up PCH towards Long Beach from Ryan's. I started out feeling great... Didn't realize how great I was actually feeling until I looked down and saw that my avg was 21 mpg at about 8 miles in! Knowing the head wind on the way back would be a downer to my average (it always is when I take that route in the morning- damn off-shore winds!!) I decided at that point to see if I could average 20 mph for the first time ever on that ride. Welp, to sum things up for the sake of what will be this massive post, I'm bummed to say that didn't happen... almost, but it didn't. Came in at 19-point-freaking-8 mph. I knew it was going to be on for my next endurance ride..
Wednesday (7/15) was my first time back in the pool for laps in a lonnnng time. And it showed. I did a single-paced 1000m and it took me about 45 minutes. I stopped a lot. In fact I don't think I did more than 100m one time, without taking a break before starting my next lap. Had to think to myself afterward, "Well, I can only go up from here, right??" :/ haha. Had another 10-15 minute run scheduled after this swim. I did it basically right after I got out of the pool, thinking I'd be much looser than Monday's run which would help, but I wasn't even a quarter of a mile in when it locked up on me this time. Yeahhhh that's all I have to say about that....
Thursday I had off but Friday was time for another ride. I decided to hold off a couple days before attempting the LB test again, and wanted to get a good climb or 2 in. Thought it might help my endurance more than a flatter ride to LB. So I took off south, down to Newport Coast Drive. I remembered the spare tube this time (yessss!) but TOTALLY forgot to ask Ryan to fix my gears... they've been having issues staying on the smallest 3 rings so climbing a 2 mile hill without them was just going to suck (noooo!). After riding 11 miles to get to Newport Coast, I thought, "Oh well.. time to suck it up and climb standing." So I did. I timed myself on the whole climb- got to the signal at the top in almost exactly 10 minutes. And since I always enjoy a climb a LOT more if I get to ride down it, that's what I did... and went back home at a solid pace. Was a pretty good ride in the end- 27 miles, 18 mph avg.
Took Saturday off to spend the day with my sister Val, who came in from Arizona for the weekend. Had a lot of fun riding beach cruisers around with her, Ryan, and my other sister Liz. Had an even better time seeing my sister Val try to hop up the curb in front of Ryan's apartment at the end of our ride... hahahha. Something to keep in mind- if someone you know is ever riding on a fat beach cruiser and says to you, "watch out, I'm gonna jump it!" then you LET THEM TRY!! Because when they don't even come close to making it, and you see their back wheel go a good 5 feet in the air, it is one of the most comical things you'll ever see. If you have a sense of humor that is. ;)
Sunday (7/19) I headed out to PCH again for another ride to get some more base miles in, this time with Ryan and his dad. I was really excited to ride with them because it has been a while and we always have a good time. They planned to do 50 miles and I only wanted to ride for 60-90 minutes. So since we went south for this one, I decided to do the same ride I did a few days before and go up Newport Coast. It was kinda bizarre to me how good I felt, riding with them, strength-wise. Usually I fall back several times, even though I AM always drafting behind Ryan and/or his dad when we ride together. But I didn't fall back once and it was sweet!! So when I got to Newport Coast I had a lot more energy conserved in me for the climb, which I wanted to time again. although I forgot again to ask Ryan to fix my chain/gears before we left!! crap... But I thought of forgetting as a good thing because I was forced to climb it the same way I did a few days before, leaving my strength as the only variable that could affect my time. Sure enough, I did it in 9 minutes that time.. a whole minute faster! Granted, I drafted basically the whole 11 miles there, but I still feel like it was a better effort which is always a good feeling to have.
This past week's training plan was structured almost identically to last week's, to get some more base training under my belt. Monday (7/21) I started off with a swim, and pushed my total up to 1300m- same pace as last week's swim. Nothing crazy.
Next up on Tuesday was another road ride. This time, my sister Liz and I decided to go to a spin class though. Liz is actually the one who talked me into the LB tri although she's only done one race herself, and she also managed to talk her boyfriend into doing his first triathlon this year (we're all doing the same one.. should be fun!). She's definitely on a health kick right now, trying to get back into working out, and since she doesn't have her own road bike yet the spin class was great for us to go to together as we train for this thing. Anyway it was just a fun class for me, especially with Liz and also with the old guys that go to that class every Tuesday and Thursday morning... they just sit in the back and talk crap on the instructor and each other. It's hilarious. So Liz and I definitely had fun time.
Wednesday was my day off from riding, but included a short run. So I hit the gym at lunch for my pilates class then went upstairs afterward to run on the treadmills (can't STAND treadmills, but I figure they're better for me to run on once in a while compared to concrete obviously or the uneven grassy trail right by my house). I ended up running a half a mile before my knee started hurting, but out of frustration I guess, I decided to run another half mile after walking for a few minutes. I always get so frustrated stopping after only a few minutes, and since it hasn't seemed to help lately, I wanted to try something different. The 2nd half hurt and I definitely finished it with a gimp, but I did. And I felt a whole lot better finishing the complete mile in a little pain this time, than to stop 1/4 or 1/2 of the way in because it hurt.
Thursday I hit the pool for some more laps. This time I figured I needed to start pushing myself to swim certain, longer distances without stopping. So before I started, I planned to do a 300m warm-up, 2 sets of 450m and a 300m cool-down.. all without stopping. Surprisingly, I made it and I actually didn't die too much! :) I also threw in a couple water sprints at the end to see if doing that would help loosen up my hip flexors (also a consistent problem for me, besides my IT band) and let me tell you, that crap was wayyy harder than I thought it would be! I only did 100m and my quads and everything were fine, but running in water was a bitch for my calves! They cramped like crazy, it was so unexpected. Kinda funny actually... :)
Friday was another road ride for endurance, and I definitely had not forgotten my goal to average 20 mph from Ryan's to Long Beach and back. I kept thinking about it throughout the week as "My Quest for 20" like it was the title of some really cheesy documentary that no one cared about. I don't even know why I just included that thought in here just now.... alright, so back to it.... :) I didn't want to kill myself too early and have no steam left to fight the head wind on the way back, and more importantly, I didn't want to force a dumb injury on myself because I didn't warm up. So I gradually increased my pace on my way to LB and found myself refusing to drop below 20 on the way there, no matter what. Well, of course, I hit every damn light there was. Seemed like it anyway. When I got to the street I turn around at, I looked down to see my average at 22. 22!! Hell yeah!! I was at 21 last time at this point, so being at 22 put me in a good spot for the ride back. sweet. I started off, going a little faster than I did the way back last time to leave any doubt behind me. I got to the the little climbs that go into Huntington Harbor and it hit me- I did exactly what I told myself not to as I warmed up; I gave it a little too much gas, too soon. My legs were just tired, riding up and over those stupid things. And I couldn't get my speed back up as I rode down them. Some guy flew past me a few minutes later, with about 6-7 miles to go. HUGE calves, some team jersey with a kit to match his bike perfectly... I knew he'd be pissed if some girl like me could hang with him, let alone pass him. So naturally, I tried to do both! :) I hate it when people are riding "slower than molasses in the dead of winter" as Ryan would say :) then see us fly past them, THEN start working by trying their hardest to keep up right behind us and on our wheels. So retarded to me. So I wasn't going to draft but try to use him as motivation to keep my pace up. And although he eventually left my sight, I guess it worked because I finished my ride with a 20.3 mph average! Woo hoo!!! Good times.
If you actually just read this entire post, thanks and.. sorry it was so long!!! Now that I have this blog going, I'll need to stay on top of updating it weekly instead of once a month, or just updating a little bit here and there as I go. Because super long posts that are just about training and not about the fun stuff at all are just lame. So no more of that from me!!
On Tap: Ryan will be racing up in Big Bear with James tomorrow for Rim Nordic #2 so that should be pretty awesome!! It's always fun cheering them on and it'll be cool to be Ryan's #1 fan again, this time without having to worry about my race. Been a while now since that's been the scenario. Training wise, well, we'll see what Ryan has in store for me next week. :)
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