Moderation? Wait a second while I look that up.

There's a reason why here in The Gorge we talk about being fit and being Gorge Fit. I live in one of the most amazing outdoor playgrounds that exists.

January and February have been filled with skate skiing, often 3 workouts a week. The trails are beautiful, the mountain looks so close it seems like you should be able to reach out and touch the peak. This morning I was blessed with FAST snow and frosted trees, beautifully backlit by the early morning sun. I had good company too. My good friend and ski buddy Kani Rowland of Gorge Paddling, super fast fasty Tamara and an amazingly beautiful technical skier, Teresa. How could it get better?

Well I could come back down, work a few hours then go for a ride up Binns Hill Road in the sunshine. Then I could have my woman's strength and conditioning class.

I wonder why my body is beat. But that's the way it is here, if you're not sore, you're not really living The Gorge lifestyle.

Now, could somebody please pass me some vit I?

Ski day!!

In case you're wondering what I like to do with my Saturdays... and Sundays for that matter.

Garmin Connect - Activity Details for Skate Ski at Teacup

I am in love with skate skiing. It's great winter cross training for cycling and is a kick ass cardio workout like no other.

Have fun out there and enjoy the snow.

Snow and ice anyone?

I haven't really had any great adventures in the last little while. Just a bunch of fantastic days on the mountain skate skiing... same o' same o'

But Tom just got back from Scotland where he did the Strathpuffer. He joined a 4 person team for this crazy 24 hour mountain bike race.

You can get his version of the story here. You have to click on the link on the left that says "Tom's stories" to get the race report.

My version... he's crazy. They took third place and I picked up a very happy but exhausted Tom at the Portland airport on Tuesday.

Get out there and have fun. So what if there's a little snow and ice, it sure as heck doesn't stop the Scots.

Just train.

This video is quite amusing and it reflects the truth far more than many triathletes (myself included) want to admit.

On that note, I think I'll go for a run.

Enjoy.

My Poor Immune System.

What have I done since Ironman. Not much. After a big race like that it's best to take at least 1 month if not 2 easy. That doesn't mean doing nothing. It means staying away from anything that resembles triathlon and not living by a training schedule. Cross training is great during this down time. It's a perfect time to get caught up with family and friends, learn how to surf or just finish reading the book that has been sitting on the shelf for the last 9 months.

I wish that was what my post race month looked like. Instead I was sick. Quite sick for about 6 weeks in total. I likely had a virus going into the race that blossomed fully within 2 days of finishing IM. That then turned into a couple of opportunistic secondary infections and the next thing you know, a month or so has gone by and you haven't been able to much of anything besides sleep and work, forget about exercise.

It's well documented in the research that hard effort races result in immune system suppression for 24 hours after the effort. Many professional racers will avoid public places and may even go as far as to wear a mask if they have to travel by plane in the 24 hours following a race.

I'm back training again to get ready for my next big adventure, the Texas Hill Country 600. But the last 6 weeks were rotten. What's my advice? Don't go to a Bunko party 2 weeks before a big race. If you do, take your hand sanitizer.

Happy training.

Finished

IM is a great way to end a season. There really is nothing like it.

Tom and I drove down to Phoenix at leisurely pace, taking in Cedar Breaks, the Grand Canyon and camping on Mogollon Rim with no one around for miles. I ran at over 10 000 feet, rode my bike a bit and rested. It was perfect.

Once in Phoenix we stayed with very good friends, Chris and Randy, who opened their home fully to us and provided a perfect base of operations. Thank you Universe for all my great friends who helped this happen. An athlete is never alone in their accomplishments.

My last workout before the race went really well. I felt better than I ever have the day before an IM... well there was the nip I got from a dog on my run but he barely broke the skin. Tom rode with me on his fixie, kept me out of the wind, reminded me to drink lots and was my pack mule the whole weekend. I love you Tom.

Race day was tough. The water was very cold and the swim very physical. I lost my nose plug right away and although I usually am very happy in the water, even I started to have a bit of a panic attack brought on by a lot of heavy physical contact with other swimmers. I had to slow down and breathe deeply to make it go away. Then I continued at a slower pace making my swim time about 5 to 8 min slower than what I had hoped.

My first transtion was slow, it was a long run through and my feet were completely numb. I found out later that other swimmers had to DNF due to hypothermia.

I fought hard the first lap to hold a 6 hour pace for the ride. Maybe too hard, it was windy and I couldn't feel my feet at all so I don't think my pedal stroke was efficient. The next 2 laps were slower as I began to realize that I was working too hard for such a long day.

The run was horrible for the first 5 miles. I usually feel bad for the first 3 but then things straighten out. My back was cramping and I had nothing in my legs. Then somehow things got miraculously better. I swear that what allows me to do well at these races is that I don't fall apart as quickly as other people do. It sure isn't because I'm fast. My last 5 miles on the marathon were the fastest of the whole run. The marathon at IMAZ was the funnest run I have ever done thanks to the great aid stations manned by pirates, Wizard of Oz characters and Cowboys.

In the end I finished in 12:11 and change. In my age group I was 18th in the swim, 36th on the bike and 33 on the run. Not bad for an age group of 119. I didn't get the 11:30 race I had hoped but I smiled most of the way and basked in the feeling of knowing how lucky I am to be able to race like this at all. There is no such thing as a bad Ironman day.

IM approaches

Sometimes I worry that I'm unidimensional. Sometimes I wonder if I'm so self absorbed that I'm missing out on life. Then I realize that I've got the IM psychosis.

I think of little else. Work is busy and all I can think about is how it is hindering my taper. Not that I trained enough to warrant a taper but hey... one can dream can't they.

Tonight as I sit by the woodstove, eating kale crisps I am counting down the days when it will be over. Why do we do these things if they are only accompanied by dread? What is it that makes endurance athletes tick? Why am I happy when I finish a 7 hour and 30 min ride that includes the climb over FSR 44 when really for a good part of the ride I was miserable and wanted nothing more than to be off of my bike?

I don't have any answers. But I do have a link to a good song...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjTBKx-64h4&feature=related

Good night.