Thursday, September 9, 2010
A time for a change. Soy is linked to infertility, breast cancer, hypothyroidism, thyroid cancer, and many other disorders.
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Thursday, September 2, 2010
Team TELOS Timp T3 Triathlon was my first of many.
My first encounter with the Triathlon bug was an eye opening experience way back in the beginning of just this year. Yes I know it is hard to believe I have only been racing for one season. (insert funny face here. ;P )
When I finally decided to muster up the guts to actually register for my first Tri I made the choice to do it in my home town of good ole' Boise Idaho. This race was the first in a series of 4 I believe. The Tri was supposed to take place in the pond behind the Clocktower apartments just west of down town Boise. This apartment complex pond was a duck pond. Question: What do ducks do all day? That's right sports fans, they poop. So we were to be swimming in an open water duck toilet. I tell you, that is really exciting.
To make a long story short, they had to move the race to another time and location due to an early construction of a water park going to be built there. Needless to say, the thought of NOT having to swim in a duck pond made me feel a little better, but the fact that my FIRST Tri I registered for was moved and I would not be able to race there, was a little upsetting to say the least.
Now I told you that story so I could tell you this story:
I received word from a fellow coworker that there was a group of individuals in Orem Utah that put on a few races each year and the first race was coming up quick. I got online and registered for it right then!! Boyd, (the fellow I work with) and I were going to do our first Triathlon together. Boyd is an older gentlemen that was looking for ways to stay in shape and have some fun, and one really good way to do that is to train for a Triathlon. I will have to give Boyd kudos on this race since he trained much harder then I did.
I think I was too much into weight training and let me tell you I was served a real big slice of humble pie by the end of the race. This first Tri opened my eyes to a much different style of race training. I guess I needed to learn how to swim, go figure.
Being that this was my first race, Tri or not, I really had no idea what I was getting myself into besides a very expensive hobby. This is where I learned the importance of trial by experience, and what I am talking about is the dinner the night before as well as the pre-race food. I am one of the lucky members of society with a very sensitive stomach and I need to watch what I eat. I learned very quickly into the first leg of this race which happened to be the run portion, that two large servings of oatmeal along with toast and peanut-butter and protein mix and some more stuff I don't really remember all, but that was not the best idea for breakfast.
The stomach pains and gas came on quickly in the beginning and never went away throughout the entire race time. Luckily enough it was a mini sprint race and was not supposed to take very long to complete; bring on problem number two.
As many of you know during a Triathlon that the volunteers work very hard to keep everybody safe and on course. I have seen this time and time again. This particular location of the bike leg where the racers were supposed to finish the two laps and then turn down the side street and head back to the transition area to prepare for the "IN POOL" swim leg, well, somebody was not paying attention at the time of my second lap and since I was a Tri-rookie I really had no idea what was going on. Needless to say, I kept on riding right past the turn off area and right back around the 5 mile block as well as back up the wicked hill. The 3rd lap counts for 15 miles instead of the previously imagined 10. The 3rd track up that hill was a little harder then the first 2, but I made it just the same. Coming back to the course worker for the 3rd time I slowed and asked her; "Is this where we turn?" "Have you finished your second lap?" She says. "No, I have finished 3, so can I turn now?" She said yes. As I slowly headed toward the transition area to ditch my bike and jump in the water, I felt like I was going to burst from the insides out. The pain you get when you kick up endurance really sets my stomach in knots. "I will just hit this pool fast and get this done so I can spend the rest of the day in the can." That is what I was saying which would have been fine, IF I only could swim fast enough to get out of my own way; which I could not. So a very poor quality of dog-paddling followed by walking from one end of the pool to the other is the only thing that my poor beat down body could provide to me at this point.
I had caught up to Boyd by the bike transition and we hit the pool at he same time. He beat me to the finish line by one minute. I think I finished in 1:27:00 and Boyd finished in 1:26:00. Good job Boyd!!
So if you were wondering, I made it out of the pool without any, well, lets just say they didn't have to evacuate the pool due to my poor choices for breakfast. :)
After this most upsetting hour and a half of my life I made the decision to most drastically redesign my training regimen. It now consisted of swimming, biking, and a lot of running. Who would of thought that would of done better then spending most of my time in the gym throwing around weights all day.
So in closing, that first race was just the beginning in a long line of racing. The cool thing is that the sweet folks at TELOS TIMP T3 are re-running this Triathlon in November and I will be there to demolish my previous finishing time by at least 27 minutes. Come on out and see what you are missing.
Boyd and I.
When I finally decided to muster up the guts to actually register for my first Tri I made the choice to do it in my home town of good ole' Boise Idaho. This race was the first in a series of 4 I believe. The Tri was supposed to take place in the pond behind the Clocktower apartments just west of down town Boise. This apartment complex pond was a duck pond. Question: What do ducks do all day? That's right sports fans, they poop. So we were to be swimming in an open water duck toilet. I tell you, that is really exciting.
To make a long story short, they had to move the race to another time and location due to an early construction of a water park going to be built there. Needless to say, the thought of NOT having to swim in a duck pond made me feel a little better, but the fact that my FIRST Tri I registered for was moved and I would not be able to race there, was a little upsetting to say the least.
Now I told you that story so I could tell you this story:
I received word from a fellow coworker that there was a group of individuals in Orem Utah that put on a few races each year and the first race was coming up quick. I got online and registered for it right then!! Boyd, (the fellow I work with) and I were going to do our first Triathlon together. Boyd is an older gentlemen that was looking for ways to stay in shape and have some fun, and one really good way to do that is to train for a Triathlon. I will have to give Boyd kudos on this race since he trained much harder then I did.
I think I was too much into weight training and let me tell you I was served a real big slice of humble pie by the end of the race. This first Tri opened my eyes to a much different style of race training. I guess I needed to learn how to swim, go figure.
Being that this was my first race, Tri or not, I really had no idea what I was getting myself into besides a very expensive hobby. This is where I learned the importance of trial by experience, and what I am talking about is the dinner the night before as well as the pre-race food. I am one of the lucky members of society with a very sensitive stomach and I need to watch what I eat. I learned very quickly into the first leg of this race which happened to be the run portion, that two large servings of oatmeal along with toast and peanut-butter and protein mix and some more stuff I don't really remember all, but that was not the best idea for breakfast.
The stomach pains and gas came on quickly in the beginning and never went away throughout the entire race time. Luckily enough it was a mini sprint race and was not supposed to take very long to complete; bring on problem number two.
As many of you know during a Triathlon that the volunteers work very hard to keep everybody safe and on course. I have seen this time and time again. This particular location of the bike leg where the racers were supposed to finish the two laps and then turn down the side street and head back to the transition area to prepare for the "IN POOL" swim leg, well, somebody was not paying attention at the time of my second lap and since I was a Tri-rookie I really had no idea what was going on. Needless to say, I kept on riding right past the turn off area and right back around the 5 mile block as well as back up the wicked hill. The 3rd lap counts for 15 miles instead of the previously imagined 10. The 3rd track up that hill was a little harder then the first 2, but I made it just the same. Coming back to the course worker for the 3rd time I slowed and asked her; "Is this where we turn?" "Have you finished your second lap?" She says. "No, I have finished 3, so can I turn now?" She said yes. As I slowly headed toward the transition area to ditch my bike and jump in the water, I felt like I was going to burst from the insides out. The pain you get when you kick up endurance really sets my stomach in knots. "I will just hit this pool fast and get this done so I can spend the rest of the day in the can." That is what I was saying which would have been fine, IF I only could swim fast enough to get out of my own way; which I could not. So a very poor quality of dog-paddling followed by walking from one end of the pool to the other is the only thing that my poor beat down body could provide to me at this point.
I had caught up to Boyd by the bike transition and we hit the pool at he same time. He beat me to the finish line by one minute. I think I finished in 1:27:00 and Boyd finished in 1:26:00. Good job Boyd!!
So if you were wondering, I made it out of the pool without any, well, lets just say they didn't have to evacuate the pool due to my poor choices for breakfast. :)
After this most upsetting hour and a half of my life I made the decision to most drastically redesign my training regimen. It now consisted of swimming, biking, and a lot of running. Who would of thought that would of done better then spending most of my time in the gym throwing around weights all day.
So in closing, that first race was just the beginning in a long line of racing. The cool thing is that the sweet folks at TELOS TIMP T3 are re-running this Triathlon in November and I will be there to demolish my previous finishing time by at least 27 minutes. Come on out and see what you are missing.
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