When I started training for my first triathlon, I treated it just like my marathon training. I had completed several 26.2 mile races with nothing more than a few suggestions gleaned from the Internet and a lot of miles in the log. It only took a short while to figure out that I was going to need more help, at least when it came to the concept of actually running the race.
Blizzard-like conditions, last night, led to brutal conditions, this morning. It took me over an hour to shovel the snow, and almost that long to get into my car. Yesterday afternoon, it was raining. Late in the afternoon, it turned to hail, then snow.
We've been lucky that past few weeks, in a "snowing all the time" sort of way. Several days of modest snowfall have accumulated to allow a good deal of outdoor, wintry fun. For those of you without kids, that translates to sleds, piles of snow, and sled dogs named "Daddy." Throw in a neighbor kid or two, and you have a great opportunity for kids to work off some cabin fever.
Early reports out of Pol-Land indicate we may have a casualty on the blogger front. A routine visit to Commodore's site turned ugly when I wound up at a spam site. Where there used to be wonderful human interest stories about Commodore, Mistress, and Mo there is now a spam site dedicated to medical conditions.
There's a saying something like, "Even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then." Today, I feel like the blind squirrel.
For the first time in what seems like forever (and is actually probably days, at best), our area should see temperatures on the proper side of zero. They might not hit double digits, but 9F is so much warmer than -5F. And if we see much more snow, the thermometer outside our window may start to look like the one in the picture. Minus the beautiful background. It's tough to find mountains like that in Wisconsin. Snow covered hills, sure. Majestic, snow-capped mountains, not so much.
To anyone it may concern,
As endurance athletes, we are accustomed to taking care of our bodies. Our clothes are designed to be lightweight and wick away moisture. Our shoes are engineered to correct a variety of gait issues, minimizing injury. We wear hats, glasses and sunscreen to protect our heads, eyes, and skin. Heart rate monitors and power meters provide feedback regarding our effort. And we listen to our bodies when training and racing.
(Picture - Corey Wilson/Green Bay Press-Gazette)
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The thought "at no point" has crossed my mind so frequently, it would almost certainly be the title of any book about my endurance "career." That's because so much of what's been accomplished in the past half-decade falls well outside the realm of anything I had ever considered. Or believed I could accomplish.
I started evolutionary change in 2000. That led to dramatic results in 2007. And in 2008, a new evolution begins. Led by several members of the 2007 team, new opportunities will come into play. And this time, "at no point" will not be a factor. Just like last year, I'll be there to support the team in whatever capacity is needed. And just like last year, we will all benefit from the friendships that will form and grow. If you haven't already stopped by the site of Iron Wil, Simply Stu, Chris Sweet, Rural Girl, or Bolder, visit one of them and stay up to date on all that's happening.
Just who is this Iron Pol?
A former out of shape sailor, who became a marathoner, then a triathlete, Ironman, and ultramarathoner. Now, life has pushed me into short track speed skating. More important than the titles is the lifestyle, and sharing it with others.