Monday, March 2, 2009
Music Appreciation at Zones 4-5
Thursday, February 26, 2009
The Disconnection
Saturday, February 21, 2009
I Cannot Lie...I Did Not Pen That Last Lovely Post!
Ode to the Air King
Scooby looks up in awe at the mighty fan in the lower left of the photograph. Before this photograph was taken he was a chocolate lab but the Air King blew the color off of him. Kitima is just happy to be done with her workout so we could go out for sushi. Her top was previously a long-sleeve but the sleeves were blown into oblivion.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
TSS
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I Heart 2.5/2.5's
Now for the attitude check: I had confidence in the work I had done during this last block. I knew my FTP had increased, but by how much? Would that increase be enough to thwart any disappointment I might feel? And so what if it ISN'T? Do I really need to put myself in a position to be emotionally crushed by my expectations AGAIN? over a bike test 12 weeks into training? Oh for crying out loud, I need to get over myself!
Besides if my ProTour boyfriend, Fabian Cancellara, could win the prologue at Tour of California with a fever, I could at least get through this bike test without my binky or a diaper change.
But first some machinations about pacing...EN bike tests are 2 x 20 min intervals with a 2 minute rest. The normalized power of the entire 42 min effort = FTP. I had been using Hunter Allen's test of one 20 minute interval with 95% of the average power of that interval = FTP. I started my very first EN bike test holding the watts I thought my FTP should be. That lasted about 10 minutes into the first interval. The rest of the ride consisted of Kitima barely hanging on, generating just enough watts to power a night light.
Greater than my test anxiety is my fear of blowing up. I spent the next 12 weeks of OS trying to better pace 2 x 20. My plan: the first 8-10 minutes of each interval at FTP, the next 8 minutes at a somewhat harder effort, and the last 2 minutes balls out. No bonking, crashing, or blowing up. However, I felt like I still had a couple of gallons left in the tank. Perhaps I've been underachieving this whole time.
My new pacing goal for this bike test: first 6 minutes of first interval at current FTP, 12 minutes at "should" FTP, last 2 minutes balls out. The second interval would be the same except time at current FTP would be reduced to 4 minutes. I wanted to a nearly empty tank at the end, dizzy from the effort, even falling off the bike.
I paced it according to my plan except that for the very last 3.5 minutes I went balls out. The numbers on my Ergomo under current watts were numbers I'd only seen Kevin churn out on the Computrainer (on a tempo ride no less!). I told myself sternly, "These numbers should not be foreign to you!" I finished gasping for air and cross-eyed.
New FTP = 192. A 21 watt increase from 4 weeks ago and a 6 watt PR from last year's test which was done outside! I even negative split the intervals:
NP for 1st interval =190
NP for 2nd interval = 199
NP for last 3 minutes = 220
Holy cow! I sure needed some roof work, eh? Work works---it's speed entering my body and all that EN goodness. I'm gonna relish this small victory and hope that it edges out a sizeable chunk of test anxiety in my head. Now onto days of drooling on the bike because all the watt zones have gone up.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Day I Swam as Fast as Janelle
So when I read the chapter in the EN Book about no swimming necessary in the Out Season, the low ROI with swimming, I just about leapt out of my chair and cried, "Hallelujah!" A 90 minute swim isn't just 90 minutes out of my day. It's a 20 min drive one way, 20 minutes of changing, showering afterward, and another 20 min drive home. A 2.5 hour hole in my schedule...for what? Maybe an extra 3 minutes off my IM swim split? If I spent an extra 2.5 hours running and/or riding a week, I'd certainly improve much more than 3 minutes on the bike leg and marathon.
Halfway through my "I don't have to swim!" happy dance, I thought What about Janelle?
My friend Janelle is a super swimmer, a real fishie. Her impeccable form, energetic drive, ability to recognize a problem with a stroke and most importantly, coach someone (namely, me!) to effectively correct it made it worth my while to schlep to the pool a couple times a week last fall. Certainly she would understand my OS reasoning for not swimming and see me again in April when I would start my In-Season and being swimming again. However, she is pregnant--due TODAY. I knew I wouldn't have my personal swim coach for a few months after her labor and delivery. So I made the time investment to swim with her at least 1-2 times a week despite my loathing of the pool.
She definitely made it worth my time with her coaching. My head position, kick, and catch all improved. It was also incredible to see her maintain her form and speed as her belly grew larger. I thought with all my stroke improvements I could catch her by the beginning of her 3rd trimester. No such luck. She was the fastest swimmer at Masters until about a month ago she stopped doing flip-turns, back stroke, and butterfly.
"The gut's too big", she said.
So finally on the day before she was do to have her baby, Janelle and I swam our last swim together for a while. Without much effort I could keep up with her. Was it because I had improved that much with my body position in the water? or because the pregnant woman I'd been chasing in the pool for the last 5 months has double the resistance in the water than me?
Her belly was so big on her otherwise normal sized frame that it didn't even look real--like someone had hung a prosthetic pregnant gut on her. I told her at that size she'd be awesome to draft behind.
While I'm not missing the pool, I'm certainly missing my dear friend and hoping for a swift and uncomplicated delivery and recovery. I'll likely keep swimming once a week so as not to forget all my lessons learned. For the rest of the time, I be doing my "I don't have to swim" happy dance.