First Triathlon

A lot of build up, anticipation and anxiety led me up to this point. At 40 years old (how in the world did I get so OLD?) I am getting ready to compete in my first triathlon. OK, compete might be a strong choice of words, I think that complete might be more appropriate in this situation.

Ever since I started getting in shape about 5 years ago in the back of my mind I always wanted to do a triathlon, it has been on my bucket list for years, but I never really thought that I would be able to do one. Fast forward to 2012 and I thought to myself, “Hey, you can run a marathon, why can’t you do a small triathlon?” And my brain very quickly came back with a one word answer, “Water”, which was quickly followed by another word, “Dummy”.

You see back in the mid 80’s I learned to swim, and I think I knew how to do it for about a month. For years my “swimming” consisted of the doggie paddle, or plugging my nose with one hand, diving underwater and swimming with my other arm and my legs. Yes my aquatic prowess was something to behold, the stuff of legends some might say.

Anyway, I was figuring that I am currently in what I might consider the best shape of my life (I feel sorry for my twenty-something self), and I thought that it was going to be now or never. With my mother having passed away a few years earlier and my father loosing his battle with cancer I figured that I better get started living or get started dying. You know, I am not sure what movie that is from but it does seem appropriate here.

I watched a couple of my friends compete in their first triathlons last year and was really inspired to give it a shot. So registration came open for one this year for beginners I signed up with a good friend. So I knew that I could run, figured that I could ride a bike, I just desperately needed to learn how to swim.

I got a pass to our local Natatorium and proceeded to learn to swim. I must admit that the advent of the internet and YouTube are amazing things. I met with one of my friends who also was a swimming instructor to give me my first swim lesson, which basically consisted of her making me believe that in fact I would not drown if I put my head in the water without holding my nose. I spent a lot of time that day just holding onto the wall of pool with two hands and putting my head in the water and learning to breathe.

Over the next three months I got better at controlling my panic in the water, with only the occasional mid lap choking fit while forgetting to only exhale and not inhale through my nose in the pool. I kept up on my strong suit, running, and put time in getting myself used to bicycling again. The worst part of bicycling by far is the soreness of my ass, and surrounding areas. But I figured that if I could just somehow make it out of the water I would be ok. In fact, that became my mantra of sorts in the weeks leading up to race, “Just get me out of the water”.

So the day of the race finally arrived, and I actually felt pretty good about my chances of surviving the pool. At this point I should mention that the swim portion of the race was being held in an indoor pool, starting at 4 feet and going down to 9 feet. I assumed that if worse came to worse I could always walk about half a lap and doggie paddle the other half. And when I said that I felt pretty good I should say that it was my head that felt good, not my stomach, no my stomach had a whole other opinion on the situation.

I woke up with my alarm and went downstairs to grad a V8 for breakfast when my stomach first decided to voice its’ displeasure with the proposed events to take place that day. So I went into the bathroom to evacuate my stomachs worries (and yes, that is the nicest way that I could think of to say that). I then ate some granola only to have my stomach strongly oppose the introduction of food to the days schedule and we had to have another evacuation.

Now my wife has been sidelined from activity for quite awhile and was going to come out to the triathlon to support me in my first race. I realized what a big thing this was for her and I was so excited/nervous to have her there with me (you know the whole "no witnesses" thing). But on the morning of the race she was dead to the world. I tried waking her up 5 times before I had to leave for the race, but the only time she really realized that I was leaving is when I kissed her goodbye.

I did make to the race with plenty of time to spare, enough for me to check in get my number Sharpied on my shoulder and calf and to make sure everything was ready for the bike portion of the race (which will be important later).

My friend and I watched the first wave of swimmers hit the pool and my stomached raised its final protest to the race. After a quick bathroom break I got back out of the pool and told my friend that it was time to get topless, which to me being a Howard Stern fan was immensely humorous. If you have known me for a while you might know my extreme discomfort with taking off my shirt in public, I have had low self esteem and very self conscious of my body. My only thoughts getting into the pool to start were, please don’t drown, please don’t have a large cloud of brown following you through the pool and please don’t be last.

My friend was great at that point, easing my mind with a couple of jokes and the two of us trying to bribe one of the race officials. Well, our heat got started and with all of my pent up nervous energy I took off like a dolphin/shark/random fast fish. Now learning to be able to put my head in the water, not coming all the way up to take a breath was great, for the next race I would really like to learn how to turn around when I get to the end of a lap. That is one skill that I never did learn before the day of the race. So what I did was when I got to the end of the lap I would come up, grab the wall, turn around, and push off to come back. But all in all I was happily surprised when the official told me that I have only one lap to go after what seemed to be a pretty short time.

I got up out of the water with a bit of a grin on my face until I started making my way over to the transfer area to dry off and put on shoes to do the biking portion of my race. For reasons unknown to me, when I was waking across to deck of the pool I started getting really dizzy and lightheaded. I sat down to dry off my legs and feet and I started to feel a little bit better. So I grabbed my favorite jersey (Go Scotland!) and headed out to the bikes and whatever cushion I had build up on the swim was thrown away.

I got out to the bikes, which were to be set up and labeled by the staff in advance only to find that they did not expect me to be done with the swim potion so quickly and did not have my bike set up for me yet. So I grabbed an unused bike, pulled up the seat and started peddling, and there might have been a few curse words muttered underneath my breath. I am not sure who was using the bike before me but I am pretty sure that they must have had the tiniest feet in the world. During the course of the ride I had to stop and open the boot straps repeatedly to try to get my feet into them.

Now while I was one the bike I started eyeing up the other competitors and realizing for the first time just how small a group it actually was, it seemed like there were only about 50 people in the race. So I started trying to guess how old the other people were and how many were in my age group. The only one that looked for sure to be pretty close to me was a guy a couple of bikes over who really looked the part of an athlete. You know the type, about 6’3” 180lbs, skinny, muscular, just what you wish you could be. Well he got off his bike about a mile or two before me so I cranked it into high gear to hit my 15 miles and jumped of a tore off running.

I knew that the running portion of the race was only a 5k so I knew that I was not going to have a lot of time to mess around with extras, no Garmin, no water, just moved it. I got a half mile in and could see my guy up ahead on one of the many hills, and I silently thanked god for my running coach Shelia and her hill repeats. I threw it into a higher gear and started trying to close the gap. It was pretty amazing how fast I caught up to him; I took a second to check out his Cleveland Triathlon 200? Jersey and tried to gather myself before I passed him.

I am pretty thankful that I did not have my Garmin on me so that I did not know how fast I was going or else I probably would have psyched myself out at that point. I waited until I saw him going for a drink of his water then I closed the last ten feet, passed him and didn’t look back. I figured that I kind of surprised him at that point so I wanted to put as much distance between him and me as I could before the turn around. At the turn around I passed another runner just starting back and I picked up my pace a little bit more. I could see that my guy was not far behind me and was pushing hard. That was about all it took, the second half of the run I just pushed as hard as I could and long as I could. It was nice to have couple of runners ahead of me for me to chase. I caught one of the runners at a cross road and another on one of the hills, all the while assuming that my guy was seconds behind me.

I remembered again Coach Shelia’s lessons on keeping your head up, taking small steps quickly and breathing to get up the big hills and this big guy just chugged ahead. I got to the end and had my time recorded. At the finish the current leader of the race was watching people finish and checking out their times, well I am happy to say that I got to give him a big scare. The official at first had me down in the wrong heat and announced that I was the new leader in the race. The look on that guys face when he looked at me and he thought that I beat him was PRICELESS!!!! His jaw about hit the ground, I could see him trying to figure out how a guy that out-weighed him by about 50lbs, and was about 15 years older just beat him. But the official quickly discovered her mistake and corrected herself, much to the other guy’s relief and my silent amusement.

A few days later the results of the triathlon were emailed to us and I knew that the competition in my age group was small, I just didn’t realize how small. Two people… that is it, just two people in my age group, me and the guy that I spent the entire race trailing only to overtake him during the run portion of the race much to my surprise.

Now since the race turnout was so small there was no awards ceremony, no awards given out, but how cool is in to have completed my first triathlon and win my age group, even if it only consisted of two people?

For the record, this was a sprint triathlon that consisted of a half mile swim, 15 mile bike, and a 5K run. And yes, I fully anticipate participating in another one as soon as I can.

A special thank you goes out to Bryan and Greg for their inspiration, Beth for helping me with my swimming, Shelia for my running and my fantastic wife, Kirstie, for putting up with my training, motivating me and always believing in me. I could not have done it without all of you.

A Run to the Beach Half Marathon

OK, I’ll start off by saying that I have run in quite a few races in my short running career, 5K’s, 10kl’s, half marathons, marathons and even 2 ultra marathons. That being said, for today’s race I was the most unprepared for. Not so much that physicality of it but the mental aspect.

It has been building up for a while now; most everyone knows that my wife has suffered an injury which has sidelined her running for the last year. Her being my running partner has greatly affected my mental desire to run/train/race. That led to some of the “low lights” of today’s race. But there were also some really great highlights, funny thoughts and “smile moments” today as well.

Today’s turmoil started with my unwillingness to wakeup this morning. Well after many a snooze alarm I did manage to make myself go downstairs, get dressed and eat breakfast. But for some reason I just sat there when I should have been out the door driving down to the race. In my head I keep telling myself that I had plenty of time, regardless of what the clock said.

Now I am no genius but when you get in a car at 8:25AM; and you turn on your GPS and it tells you that you have a 23 minute drive to make it to a 9AM , you would think that they would light a fire under your butt to get moving. Well it finally did about 15 minutes into my drive. And while GPS technology is a wonderful invention it failed me today in my hour of need. Not horribly wrong but a 5 minutes out of your way wrong.

Well I did make it to the state park which was the start of the race only to find the entrance closed for the start of the race. I parked the Prius grabbed my waterbelt and started running for the start. As I sprinted for the start I realized that I was not going to make it to the packet pickup or the actual start before the gun was going to go off. So I figure at this point I am going to have to run it as a bandit.

So I almost make it to the starting line when the race begins. I move over to the side of the road to let the leader past me and wait for Rachel and Leigh (running/training friends).  I see Rachel go by and wait for a break in the herd and make my way into the stream of humanity.

First 2 miles were fine but uneventful, one of the highlights of the day happened just after mile 2 though. Rachel and I were running at what I considered as a pretty good clip but yet were being passed by other runners. One of those other runners called out to me, saying “hi”. She was running with a man, and said to him, “Honey, this is the guy that I was telling you about, the one with the great calves!”  Then she said, “Seriously Kevin, you have the calves that most guys would kill for!”  I will go onto to say that I do have Rachel for a witness because I would not have believed myself. I came across the split for the 5K and figured that I should just turn off now it wasn’t going to get any better than that.

The next few miles were also uneventful; Rachel had a great pace that I couldn’t keep up so I let her go. I got to see the lovely Wendy and Debbie as we made our way towards mile 5. Let me just admit at this time that I love people watching at races. There were some girls playing 20 questions that I tried to keep up with for a while just to find out if my guess was right. I had Leigh catch up to me at some point around mile 6, she was looking great and rocking the race. She was trying to keep in front of a group of high school track runners and doing a really good job of it. Leigh passed me up and left me running with the high school girls for the next mile and a half. I got the joy of listening to which girls in their school were having weight problems, who was dating who and I think that I tried to really block out anything else. I never regretted not bringing my headphones as much as those miles.

For some reason my breakfast really started to argue with me at that point, and every few steps I got to re-taste my peanut butter toast and V8, mmmmmmm….. Delicious! Much to my dismay I also found out that I neglected to grab any GU packets for the race. I keep hoping for one of the water stops to have something but was disappointed. I just wanted the taste out of my mouth. Oh, and the “burp-less” fish oil pills weren’t so burp-less today either.

The next bit of running got a bit hard for me with my stomach, the rain, the cold, and the wind. So I thought about my wife and her not being able to run at all and I tried to just slow down and enjoy the moment, which really helped.  I slowed my roll, and things just started getting better. It had been raining and windy for quite a while at this point, I noticed more than a couple of runners carrying their bibs in their hands. I assume that a combination of the bibs getting wet and that wind tore them from their shirts. One such bib was on the ground, I ran past it, thought better of it, turned around went back and picked it up. I figured that I might catch up to the runner or he might turn around once he realized that he lost it. But that never happened; I carried that bib for the rest of the race never finding its owner.

The course for the race was a curious one, it had a little bit of everything, roads, trails, beach, and through a campground (with campers). I found myself wondering how long I could put my feet in one family’s camp fire to dry out my socks and shoes before they would catch fire or start to melt. It was about this point when my other running friend Katrina found me. It was great timing because I was about over the race.

Katrina really helped me out the last miles; it was great to have someone to talk to. I am pretty sure that I would have done some walking if she would not have been there. Somewhere around mile 9 I realized that I forgot to tape my nipples. Now I have to say that I have seen some guys forget to tape up at races in the past, and regardless of signs that women hold up at races I really didn’t want to find out if “Bloody nipples” do indeed “turn then on”.

Well I did make it through the race bloody-less and my nipples intact. Even though I showed up late and had to run to the start, forgot my music, my fuel, and to tape up I was pleasantly surprised with my overall time and I owe it all to my friends and some advise from my wife to “live in the moment”.

Oh yes, and an extra big shout out to Shannon for picking up my race packet and driving me the mile back to my car, that would not have been a fun walk back! Thank you, thank you!

I submitted this for a contest for a free entry into the San Francisco Marathon. I really enjoyed it and thought that I would repost it here, I do concede that I was inspired a bit by the movie Fight Club.

I am Kevin’s first pair of running shoes. I ran with him run on his first mile, his first 5K, and his first 10K. Sure he dumped me for a new, younger, flasher pair of shoes for his first ½ marathon and beyond but I will always be Kevin’s first pair. I supported him as he started his running journey at 262lbs down to 219lbs by the time he retired me. I am his first pair, definitely not his last pair. To this day I think that I am the only pair that he actually cleaned. And although my running days with Kevin are behind me, he still takes me out for the occasional walk through the park with his wife. You know what they say is true: “You never can really forget your first”.

And this was my wife's submission:

“His + Hers” Most runners have many pairs of shoes in their homes but I have twice as many in my closet as I am not the only one who runs in my house. I run with my husband, my running partner. We have run all our races together starting with our first 5k all the way up to our first ultra last summer in these shoes. For almost three years now we have been running which means many pairs of running shoes and even more miles logged. We’ve had a few different shoes over the years but I think after a few trial and errors we have found our “meant to be shoes”. We both wear Mizuno’s and plan on continuing to run, train and race together. Our plan is to race a marathon together in as many states and countries as possible. We will continue running as long as the shoes hold up and the body allows us! -Kirstie

Ankle Update

Swelling is down but still there, and most of the discoloration has left. I did go to the hospital after work today to have some x-rays done. My doctor believes that I probably fractured the fibula in my left leg. It has been 10 days since I have run on it and it is starting to drive me mad I tell you.

With the free time that I have found since being injured I have volunteered at two local raced, the Fools 50K and 25K Race, and the Kent State Black Squirrel 5K. Different types of runners at each but both looked like excellent races. If you were at the Fools Race, I was working the aid station near Pine Hollow from 6:30AM till about 4:30PM.  I did manage to take a couple of hundred photos some of which I have posted in a public album on Facebook, the others I will forward to the race director.

The Black Squirrel Race was thankfully shorter, but for a first time event was very well put together. I took about 400 photos at that event those are being given to the race director this week. That will be a race that I plan on doing next year. Heck, that was a race that I planned on running this year (I love inaugural races). 

Well, hopefully the x-rays come back clear and I will just have to wait until the swelling is completely gone. And then I can get back to this activity that we call running, but a lot of people call punishment.

Runner Down!

I will apologize in advance for any grammar or punctuation errors.

I went to a trail run last Thursday without the wife with the Crooked River Runners. Managed to keep up with the speedy people with the help of runner friend Badger Bill. We were just past a mile into the run when we were turning a corner and I rolled my left ankle underneath me. Stopped to take a look at it, it just seemed to be warm, but to play it safe I listened to my "inner wife" voice that scolded me and told me not to try to run further on it. I managed to make it back to the cars at a slow waddle without much further incident.

Got hot home and I was pretty happy that I didn't try to run further on the ankle, it had really started to swell up on the drive home, I iced it down that night and went to work with a slight limp Friday morning.  At break I called my doctor's office and tried to make an appointment just to have him take a quick look at it. But no such luck, he was headed home for the day at noon so we settled on a Monday morning appointment.

The wife and I laid low Saturday, but went to volunteer at the Fools 25K and 50K trail race Sunday morning from 6:30AM till 4:30PM. The day cold but went well, I had a great time helping out at one of the aid stations. Got to hang out with a lot of runner friends and meet some great new people (including the flag carrier/runner that I was so impressed with at the Cleveland Marathon). I am posting some of the photos from the aid station).

Anyway, after the last of the runners were through the aid station we tore everything down and started carrying it all back out of the woods. Approximately 80 yards from the trail head I managed to roll the exact same ankle a second time. This time I managed to really hurt it, it took my breath away and it took me a bit of time to get myself back up off the ground and hop the rest of the way out of the woods leaning on my wife for support.  Drove myself home and iced down my ankle for the rest of the day, but I could tell that I really might of done some damage to my ankle this time, I really couldn't stand to put any weight on the ankle.

I went into the doctor's office Monday morning and he actually congratulated me on the job that I did spraining it. It seems that it was the most swollen ankle that he had seen it quite some time. He told me that I may have fractured a non-weight bearing bone, but I can't remember for the life of me what the name of the bone is. He wrote me a script for pain/anti-inflammatory medications, one for an air splint, and one for an x-ray if the swelling didn't come down in 3-4 days. He told me to head home and just keep it elevated and iced for the rest of the day.

That was Monday and now it is Thursday night and the ankle is still swollen with some colorful bruising going on both sides of my ankle near the heel. I am waiting to see how it looks in the next 24-48 hours. I am really trying to avoid the x-rays because our insurance coverage just doesn't seem to cover those well at all.

So hopefully I will be back to running again fairly soon but for the meantime I had to opt out of the Kent Black Squirrel 5K that I was registered for this weekend (I will volunteer at it instead). And my wife and I are also going to be out for the Pittsburgh Marathon coming up in a few weeks. Not so much because we won't be able to run it by then, but because we will be missing out on so many training runs.

I am definitely looking forward to the time when the wife and I can be back at running 100%  again. Until then I will be working on upper body and core exercises, what ever I can do while off of my feet.

First Kilted Marathon / Little Rock Marathon 2011

Little Rock Marathon report and review of my first marathon with my Sports Kilt.

Woke up early to see the walkers off for the marathon, it was fun to watch them from our hotel room.  Putting on my new kilt for the marathon was a great experience and something that will stay with me for quite awhile.

Side Note: My two words of advice for those of you looking to buy a kilt to run in, SIZE CHART.  I had to have mine altered, but the cost wasn't too bad, and I am happy with the results.

It was great to pose for some pre-race photos, even more fun was just waiting in the hotel lobby and getting all of the looks and smiles. I am a little doubtful that they get many kilted men out and about in Little Rock Arkansas in the Sunday wee morning hours. The breezes walking to the starting line did make me hold down the kilt rather than let out the secret that I was not running as a true Scotsman (I had on compression shorts underneath).

The race was great, I can't say enough about the crowd support through out the race. I will always remember my first true "I love your kilt!" shout out, a special thank you to the woman stopped in traffic hanging out of car window to give it to me.

Because the kilt was Velcro adjustable, it was really nice to move it slightly up and down for comforts sake throughout the race. And I must say though I really didn't need it I REALLY REALLY love my Nathan's backpack! So comfortable, a lot of utility, no chaffing, I don't plan on running any log runs without it.

Well here is to another marathon/state being done, a new PR and my first of many races run in my Sport Kilt.

Thank you Little Rock Marathon, it was great!