Monday, December 8, 2014

Complex in its simplicity.

First of all, thank you to all those who encouraged me. It helped.

Second, I came up with a plan I want to try. It has two parts:

1) Do something physical for 30 minutes each day beyond my normal activity. Doesn't matter what but it needs to be at least 30 minutes. Bias Monday and Thursday for swimming, Tuesday and Friday for biking or spin class, Wednesday and Saturday for sneaker stuff, and Sunday as a wild card.

2) Score on a scale from 0-10 the quality of my diet. Track everything I eat.

I'll post the results daily on twitter along side my normal stream of sarcasm. I don't want to overthink it but I want to see how long I can keep it up. My goal is do this until Christmas.

It will be my present to myself.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

My best blog post ever!

Last weekend I wrote what in retrospect must have been my best blog post ever. I hadn't posted anything for a while but was happy that I decided to actually sign up for a race: the 4 miler in Central Park on Superbowl Sunday morning before the game.

I confessed how fat I've gotten in the 3 years since my Ironman finish (it was basically my ironversary) and how while I've got some training challenges in front of me, bigger problems for me are my diet, body composition and general health. I dreamed about where this race could lead, perhaps even another Iron journey as kid#2 will be in college in fall of 2016.

I posted that blog entry. And nothing happened.

Later that night, I checked my site to see what was up. The post was gone, In its place was a draft list of the races to lead up to another ironman that I jotted down for a future post but the original epic post vanished.

Blogger ate it, the best blog entry ever.

I guess I need to post more to try to capture lightening in a bottle again. Do some training, watch my diet, and get back in the game, Be the athletic muse for the writer that I can be. Accomplish something that could lead to something epic. Look forward, not backward.

Game on.



Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Stephen Siller Tunnel to Tower 5k Run/Walk

On Sunday, Mrs. Rockstar and I did the Stephen Siller's Foundation Tunnel to Tower 5k Run/Walk. My friend Tony belongs to a "Secret society" club whose mandate is to do good for the community. They coordinated this event a to get some folks to donate some money, get breakfast and a bus ride into Brooklyn, do the event, and get a bus home to have some lunch. Last year they had about 80 people. This year they had 430. It was a great experience.

I signed us up a while ago, mostly as a charity type of deal, figuring doing an event like this couldn't hurt. There were a reported 35,000 participants and it mostly a walk for us. It was very emotional. Many military and first responders were doing it and were vocal about it. Many firemen donned full gear, like Stephen Siller did on 9/11, to emulate his historic run.

I hope to do it again next year. I took some pictures this year so here they are:

The flag line entering the tunnel.






The folks running/walking in the tunnel. Everyone with the group wore yellow (except me). There was  patriotic music blasted for the whole length.



A sign on the wall to make you hope you are halfway. It meant that the uphill was about to begin.



 
What you see when you exit the tunnel, the Freedom Tower.



There are some other pictures I already posted on Instagram. Take a look!

Friday, September 26, 2014

CitiBike



I just signed up for an annual pass for CitiBike. For those from less cultured parts of the world/country, CitiBike is a bike sharing program that was put in place some time ago. The commuting bike novelty has worn off  in most of NYC but I haven't ridden one yet. Meanwhile in the 3-4 days each week that I have to go to my New York office for work, I take the subway from Penn Station where I get off the LIRR to Tribeca where my 21st floor office awaits me.

The weather in NY has been pretty good recently and I've seen a lot of people riding these bikes. I haven't been training much but figured any riding is better than none. I'm guessing that each way will be a 15-20 minute ride based on traffic (I've walked it in 45 minutes).  I'll start packing a helmet once I get the bike pass in the mail. If I ride 40 times instead of taking the subway, it'll pay for itself. No, I'm not going to ride in the snow or rain but on many days the weather should be fine. There are two questions I need to answer:

  1. Should I track these rides by wearing a Garmin?
  2. Should I track these rides in Training Peaks?

Note that this video makes me laugh every time I think of CitiBikes. Perhaps it is one of the reasons why I never tried one. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSP2XQxMYEM



Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Motivation from unexpected sources

Last week I embarked on my newly crafted training plan only for my enthusiasm to peter out by Thursday. On Saturday I was home alone with my daughter who, as many teenagers do, slept in so I went for a 45' walk. Along this walk many of the TNT faithful were out putting in their miles for whichever event they were training for but my goal is to get to a solid 5k walking at a time. My ankles still hurt me but both Dr. Google and a real doctor said that is my new reality, at least for the next 6-9 months until my tendonosis heals.

I woke up Sunday completely unmotivated. My ankles were yipping. My back was hurting. The aches and pains of being me seemed to be winning the argument. I begged off my scheduled bike ride and sat around the house, flipping channels on the television, hunting for an interesting baseball game to watch while puttering around the house with the game as background noise. I instead found the rebroadcast of IMKona on NBC.

During the broadcast, Al Trautwig mentioned something like that there was no place quite like the finish line of an ironman and that unless you experienced it, even as a spectator, let alone as an athlete, you could never truly understand the emotions flying around. He said that the people that you meet while racing Ironman are unique and those short lived friendships can change your perspective on a bunch of things. I looked at myself lying on the couch and felt shame because these thoughts resonated with me. I only later realized that all may or may not have said those exact works but even so I now felt motivated.

There was a 5pm spin class still available so I signed up. Rather than a 45 minute class this was a 60 minute "survivor" class. Even so, I went and was glad I did. Monday I was flying out to Texas and hopped in the pool to have a quick swim before the travel began.

The motivation from that broadcast is still working for me. It is stupid hot here outside of Dallas so we'll see if I am still motivated tonight with the temperature hovering around 100 degrees. Too bad I don't have this recorded to watch the show again for another jolt of Trautwig motivation. May need to get it from some other unexpected source.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Who I am not who I was.

Last week was Ironman Lake Placid. While I knew some folks who were racing, there weren't part of my core group of training partners. Since this race conflicts with my family vacation, I decided to not go to Placid nor volunteer and instead spend time with the family.

It was a week of much needed downtime. In fact, I did close to nothing physically taxing. I did take a few extra naps, drank a few extra cheap beers (Rolling Rock for those scoring at home), ate a little too much food and read a good book. For activities, MrsRockstar and I went to Cooperstown and the Baseball Hall of Fame and later in the week saw a minor league baseball game. There was no training even though I brought my bike.

My friends who went to Placid to cheer and volunteer were texting me from Placid and afterward. Some signed up for IMLP2015 but many were trying to get a contingent to give Mont Tremblay 70.3 or some other HIM next summer a try. I realized that given my current condition, body composition and motivation, signing up would be a waste of money.

I wondered if my lack of motivation was a cause or symptom of my lack of training. To answer that question, I sat down and used my USAT-L1 coaching knowledge to craft myself a training plan that could get me to the last tri of the 2014 season, the Cedar Beach Sprint Tri on Columbus Day weekend. I figured if I could follow this plan for the month of August, it would be a good indication if I could give this tri a shot. Even if I'm not, trying to follow the plan would let me learn something about myself.

It isn't a crazy ironman plan but it looks doable. I know I have issues with my Achilles but that's ok. I wrote the plan based on who I am not who I was. The plan started yesterday with a bike ride scheduled. I ran instead and will swap a bike for tomorrow's scheduled run. Tonight, I get in the pool. It is focusing simply on moving most days with scheduled recovery time.

Most importantly, I got on the scale this morning. Yes, I probably have a few extra vacation pounds working their way through my system but my body composition is my biggest (pun intended) challenge. I am the heaviest I can ever recall but want to shoot to lose 2 pounds a week. At that rate I'll be ready to race........... sometime summer 2015.

Or maybe Columbus day 2014. That's who I am.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Low quality blogging

So I've done some stuff that warranted blogging recently but failed on crafting an opus worthy of your consideration. So, here goes a lower quality rendering of recent events.

Firstly, my daughter and I rode in the Huntington Bicycle Club's Gold coast ride. They had a variety of distances but I figured that even without any training knocking off the 25 mile route should not be an issue. I was wrong.

I've only done the very short 12 mile route with my daughter when she was about 8 years old but have ridden many of the roads that the 55, 75 and 100 mile routes cover. I forgot that someone once described this ride's route as "come to a crossroad, pick whichever seems to go up the most, repeat."We started the ride, realized I was in over my head, and crafted a "short cut" back to the car. Even so, 19 miles was better than sitting on the couch. I have yet to look at the power data as I don't want to cry about how out of shape I am.

Secondly, we had to swing up to Augusta, Maine for a few days to visit my other daughter at camp. Augusta has a great rail trail along the Kennebec river so we were able to get our for a run/walk. I don't have a picture of it but we saw a collection of water bottles for the runner on the side of the trail. While I do this sometimes with my water sometimes with concern, the Maine slant was that their car keys were left there too! I guess if you don't like your car, just pick some keys from the pile to try another. Another reminder that Maine ain't New York.

That's all I got for now. Stay tuned.



Saturday, July 12, 2014

Almost an event - the Color Run

Last weekend my daughter, out of the blue, said she wanted to do a color run and there just happened to be one in Brooklyn on Sunday. She wanted my wife and I to join her as she said she always wanted to do a color run. I had no desire to do a color run, haven't been training at all (and that includes running) so I thought about it for about 2 seconds before saying I was in.

Mostly I haven't been running because I have a lot of pain in my ankles. Dr.Google led me to self diagnose Achilles tendinitis but even with reduced activity, the pain has become impacting on my lazy ass day to day even walking. Before this concept of a 5k color run I actually went to a real person doctor who said that it is probably due to scar tissue from my previous running escapades. He prescribed anti-inflammation drugs and stretching. It helped but I still gimp around. I felt I couldn't hurt myself anymore so we gave it a shot.

Highlights of the day:
  • The race was about an hour away and started relatively late (9am) so we didn't have to get up at stupid o'clock.
  • We ate some bagels before heading out. They always taste better before an event.
  • I realized I didn't have a strategy except survival. I told my daughter and wife we would see what happens but to plan on walking most of it.
  • I had never done a color run before. I needed a mostly white outfit that would basically be a throw away. A tee shirt from "Jacque C Penne" for 10 bucks and a $3 hat from Michael's were perfect.
  • There was a lot of traffic. These events are popular!
  • No matter how many portal-potty exist, there never is enough. An they always set a record for the vilest. I forgot the hold your breath method until it was too late.
  • The lines were long for preregistration but went quickly. They were organized.
  • We headed over to the corral and started relatively quickly.
  • Very few people were running, most were walking so we fell right in.
  • The color they throw is like a powder. There were 4 color stations along the course and some people were getting very colorful.
  • My daughter ran up to me and said she was doing snow angels in the purple. She wasn't alone.
  • There was a big party afterwards that we stay for a little while.
  • The race itself wasn't timed. There was no medals or podiums.
  • I think I won. I did get a race shirt that I wore afterwards.
  • It took 3 days before all the color was off me. With a lot of scrubbing.
I expect we'll sign up again next year because this event, while expensive, was fun and got us a little active. Everyone seem happy at the race they dub "the happiest 5k."

PS: The bonus was that I didn't make my aches and pains any worse. Sort of a sign to get more active.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Is a graduation a beginning or an end?

My older daughter Amanda graduated from high school last Sunday. There were many festivities leading up to the graduation including a graduation party we had the week before (yes, I'm aware of this being like opening your Christmas presents on Christmas Eve rather than Christmas day), my younger daughter Courtney going off to summer camp in Maine, and, of course, the gala known as the prom.

Full disclosure, I am not a fan of graduation ceremonies but I am a huge fan of accomplishments. I didn't enjoy my high school graduation ceremony. My mother went back to college while I was in college and I didn't go to her graduation ceremony. She threatened that if I didn't go to my college graduation, I wouldn't have a place to live afterwards so I did. There was no way in hell I was going to my grad school graduation and I have never regretted that decision.

My daughter, though, seemed very happy through all the weekend's events from the pre-pre-prom picture session to the post graduation parties.

While listening to the many speeches given during the ceremony itself, I first felt there was not enough celebrating the milestone. Many speeches focused on the future. There seemed to be a canned phrase of "going to college, entering the workforce, or joining the military" as the next steps for the graduates. The advice on how to be successful in the "real world" seemed to me as comical in it's naivety - these are 17 and 18 year olds that have never seen the real world. Many adults, including yours truly, don't know how to be successful in the real world. It is hard.

But graduating high school is an accomplishment. I'm proud of my daughter for this accomplishment. I'm prouder for what I think she is going to accomplish in the future. That journey is just beginning, not ending with this ceremony. I view the ceremony as the starting line for the next phase in her life. My advice to her and her classmates, enjoy the ride.

PS: Monday I  paid my first college tuition bill. There might have been a tear in my eye then.



Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Writing an obituary.

"Rich Arcuri passed away last weekend from a work related accident on the day before his 50th birthday. He was a good man."

I always sucked at writing so I tried to avoid many (any?) of the writing classes through high school, college, and beyond. By avoiding those classes, I avoided many of the classic writing assignments. One of these classics I avoided was to write an obituary.

I found out last Saturday that Rich Arcuri passed away. I knew Rich through his brother Frank who trains with me from time to time and holds the dubious and distinctive honor of dubbing me "The Rock Star." I've met Rich, the other Arcuri brothers, and many members of their family through Team in Training and many other endurance sports training sessions and races. I consider Frank a friend but only really knew Rich, his younger brother, more as an acquaintance.

My wife and I went to the wake last night. When we got there we saw a line of mourners out the door of the funeral home and wrapped around the perimeter of the parking lot. We joined at the end of the line and, as we waited to go in to pay our respects, we talked with many people from different aspects of our own life that Rich touched. We had no idea how some of them knew Rich and they didn't know how we knew him. Some we talked to were on line waiting to get in, some were exiting, others were in the parking lot just talking in small groups as inside the funeral home was full beyond capacity. My wife and I originally expected to just "stop by" but wound up being there a few hours, most of the time in the parking lot catching up with other mourners. Even so, we weren't able to talk with all the people we wanted to. There just wasn't enough time. There never is for things like this.

Rich was a father. He was a husband. He was a brother. He was an uncle. He was a coach. He was an athlete who finished over 40 marathons. He raised a ton of money for charity. He was a friend. I believe the most important thing about Rich that everyone who knew him knows was that he was loved.When I spoke with Frank he summed up his brother perfectly when he said, "he was a good man."

Sometimes a slant on the traditional obituary writing assignment is not to just write an obituary, but to write your own, or at least what you think your obituary should be. When I read Rich's official obituary in the newspaper, I pondered what mine might say. Writing a hypothetical obituary as part of a writing assignment is very different from writing a real one that celebrates a person's life while at the same time mourns his passing. I hope when mine ultimately gets written I would be considered "a good man" like so many considered Rich. 

Rest in peace.