Sunday, February 12, 2012

The Cosmic Meatball

In the last week the sports world seems to not be able to talk about anything other than Jeremy Lin - the Knicks point guard who scored more points in his first three starts than anybody in the NBA since the merger with the ABA in the 70's.  I watched his highlights on youtube and some of the Lakers game where he scored 38 points.  He really is fun to watch - almost everything about his game seems to be in rhythm. 

It's also great to see the reaction of his teammates.  It's like in the last minute of the game when a scrub gets to go in and makes a couple of 3-point shots.  Then they pan to the bench and everybody is going crazy.  Except that Lin's last minute has lasted four games - and he's leading the Knicks to victories. 

I listened to a recent podcast by Bill Simmons, writer from ESPN.com and Grantland, where he discussed sports and music with Flea of The Red Hot Chili Peppers.  I've never really listened to Flea talk much before - he's actually a pretty interesting guy - and much more normal than I had imagined.  Here is what he had to say about success in music:

"I’m a surfer – I often equate things to surfing. As a musician you always have to be doing your exercises . . . stay technically on top of your instrument . . . be working at becoming a better song writer . . . do all this stuff to be the best musician that you can be.   . . . Like as a surfer, when there are no waves you got to be out paddling.  You know, you gotta be keeping yourself strong so when a swell comes – if you’re not the guy who was paddling his ass off when there were no waves you’re not ready to ride the swell.  Like with anything, you have to stay on top of your craft and keep yourself sharp so when the cosmic meatball hits you’re ready to party."

Obviously this is exactly what Lin has been doing.  His "swell" was a compressed NBA season where the players didn't get in shape during the lockout so there are a bunch of injuries - and a Knicks coach who is trying anything so he doesn't get fired.  Many people when given that type of opportunity freeze up - but Lin has somehow taken whatever nervous energy he has and focused it into maintaining great play and inspiring his teammates.

Swells happen in endurance sports too.  As much as I want to believe that I know what's happening in my body when I train (see boring post on mitochondria) - or think that I can control my training enough so that I can peak on exactly the right day - it's mostly wishful thinking.  The days when I've put together a fast time or competed well against a rival, have usually come by surprise.  Not that I didn't know I was in good shape - but that I hadn't planned on running that well on that day - it just happened. 

That's one thing that is difficult with triathlons - you have to sign up so far in advance that there is no riding the swell.  You have to just deal with whatever that day gives you, because there are a limited number of times you can do that to your body in a year.  I have only two races on my schedule so far in 2012 - Kansas 70.3 and Wisconsin IM.  I know when I want the swell to come, in early September, but if racing for over 20 years has taught me anything is that I won't be surprised if there is no swell on that day - but I got to keep paddling.

Last Week
Monday: 1 hour bike
Tuesday: 1 hour swim
Wednesday: 45 min run
Thursday: 1 hour swim
Friday: 1.5 hour bike morning & 45 min run evening
Saturday: 1 hour swim
Sunday: 1.5 hour bike & 30 min run after bike
Total: 9 hours
This Week
Monday: 1 hour bike
Tuesday: 1 hour swim morning - 45 min run evening
Wednesday: 1 hour bike
Thursday: 1 hour swim
Friday: 2 hour bike
Saturday: 1 hour swim & 45 min run
Sunday: 30 min swim & 1 hour run
Total: 10 hours


 


Sunday, February 5, 2012

Finish lines made of sand

Goal setting is a tricky business.  We all know people who have goals that seem a little beyond their abilities.  We feel sorry for them because they seem to have no self-awareness - or worse they don't seem to respect the sport. 

The other extreme are those who don't seem to even  have bothered to get in shape for a race, which are probably 90% of most races these days.  I'm actually a little jealous of those people.  I wish I could just sign up for a race, put in some training whenever I felt motivated, and be satisfied with covering the distance.  It would be far less stressful than 6+ months of training for one day; the weeks where training takes over my life - where days are split into "training" and "recovery".  The days when I don't have dinner - I have "nutrition replacement therapy."

Yes, that would be less stressful - but it would also be ultimately less enjoyable.  It would feel empty.  When I was 13 I signed up for a half-marathon - even though it was far beyond any distance I had run - I was just curious to see how fast I could do it.  I have that same feeling today when I sign up for a race.  And how do you know you've done your best until you push yourself within a hair's width of mental and physical exhaustion in training?  So, I guess I'm stuck setting up challenging goals and suffering through training when sometimes I'd rather be doing other things.

 If nothing else I know people come here for the mixed metaphors (diamond in a haystack).  The title of this post is about how we need to constantly reassess our goals to make sure they are realistic and ultimately how any goal is just a mental construct.  We give it meaning - it has no meaning on its own.  Finally, I disagree with the saying "there is no finish line" - it's not that there is one finish line, but there are many.  The goals we set might be meaningless - just like Sisyphus - the meaning comes from the struggle.

Last Week
Monday: 1 hour bike
Tuesday: 1 hour swim
Wednesday: 30 min run
Thursday: 1 hour bike
Friday: Day off
Saturday: 2 hour bike
Sunday: 1 hour swim and 30 min run
Total: 7 hours

This Week
Monday: 1 hour bike
Tuesday: 1 hour swim
Wednesday: 45 min run
Thursday: 1 hour swim
Friday: 2 hour bike & 30 min run
Saturday: 1 hour swim & 45 min run
Sunday: 1 hour bike
Total: 9 hours

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Groundhog Day

It rarely lasts long – if it does, the texture of it changes over time.   You have to work hard to keep it.  Get too obsessed over it and you’re likely to get hurt.

Of course I’m talking about fitness.   

Today was a beginning of sorts – it was the first time I’ve run in over a month.  On September 9th, I’m signed up to run six times as long as I did today, after I bike 112 miles, after I swim 2.4 miles along with 2,000 other people in a choppy lake.  In other words, I’ve got a long way to go to be successful.

On Sunday I made another first step by attending a swim clinic.  They recorded our swim stroke both above and below the water.  From below it was obvious that I was straight arming it too much – which makes my shoulders do all the work.  Bringing my arms in feels like I’m doggy paddling – but apparently it’s more efficient.  From above water they could see that my left pinky was entering the water first instead of my thumb – which raises the possibility of going off course in the open water.

Today isn’t the first time that I’ve taken the initial step towards a distant goal, but it’s the first time with a full Ironman.  I don’t know much, but I know that’s a different beast than anything I’ve done before.  
Last Week
Monday: Day off
Tuesday: 1 hour swim
Wednesday: 1 hour bike
Thursday: 1 hour bike
Friday: 1 hour bike
Saturday: 1.5 hours bike
Sunday: 1 hour swim
Total: 6.5 hours

This Week
Monday: 1 hour bike
Tuesday: 1 hour swim
Wednesday: 30 min run
Thursday: 1 hour bike
Friday: 1 hour bike
Saturday: 1 hour swim & 30 min run
Sunday: 2 hour bike
Total: 8 hours