Ok, so a lot has happened it the past week, some good, some bad.
I finally got the 1-beat kick down for the swim. It does help a lot with keeping the legs and hips at the surface of the water, a small amount of propulsion, and keeps the upper body a bit more even. Maybe one day I can be a big boy and use a 2-beat kick….
I’ve lost it with my bike. I’m not a huge fan of the Hed Blackdog Drops as they are too steep to actually sit up at all. They feel very unstable to me. So I decided to go with Xentis Aerobars. I got the base, now I’m just waiting on Germany to send me the aero extensions. DHL says their here, but I don’t see them.
Also, I found out I can’t mount tubular tires very well. I fully invested in Hed 3 Tubulars this year but my brick on Sunday consisted of a lot of bouncing, hopping, and generally off-center riding. I’m going back to clinchers for awhile and will have my new/used Hed 3 Clinchers by Friday. I’ll throw on my favorite Zipp Tangente 21 tires and go for another brick.
The brick on Sunday was pretty bad as far as the bike goes, but the run, well, the run was completed as assigned. I biked 44 miles at a miserable pace (I’m blaming bad roads, bad tubular mounting, and getting lost) and then did my 8 mile run. Side Bar – Ever see an Ironman or triathlon and the finisher collapses at the finish line. Ever sit there and wonder why the hell they can’t just make it a few more feet and get out of the way before collapsing? I’ve always wondered that. Until Sunday. I did my 7 minute pace for 8 miles after the bike, but on the last mile I was staring at my watch counting down the distance. Finally as I took my last step to reach 8 miles, I just stopped, dead in my tracks. I was dazed and confused. I stumbled back to my car and would have cried if I had the energy to. I went to 7-Eleven and raided the candy isle. Bought a chocolate milk, peanut M&M’s, a Dr. Pepper, and some nasty whole wheat bagel with egg white and cheese that was probably sitting in a freezer for 10 years and nuked in the microwave 2 seconds before I bought it. I ate most of the nasty bagel thing, the whole chocolate milk, half the bag of peanut M&M’s, and 2 sips of the Dr. Pepper before my stomach cried in mercy and I was about to throw up.
So, here I am, 2 weeks out from my race that I want to dominate. Fixing up minor details, getting ready to pack. Waiting on a few more items to be delivered. Maybe have one more look at my bike fit. Otherwise, I guess it’s getting close to taper time. I always like the “thought” of a taper period, but within a day of “resting”, I get stir crazy and usually do something stupid, like a half marathon.