Wednesday, April 15, 2009

2 Beautiful Mornings in Vancouver

Was in Vancouver for meetings the past two days, and brought my running gear-- just in case. I figured that there would be quite a lot of working and drinking (a bunch of sales guys getting together always is), but I thought I should at least try to get one run in.

I got in Monday night, and after meeting most of my team for the first time, we go for dinner and drinks. It wasn't a late night, nor a particularly crazy one, but drinks were had... nonetheless, I set my alarm early. I went to bed excited to run-- we were staying on Howe street, 2 blocks from False Creek, and I knew it would be a great day, and a beautiful time to run. That, combined with the fact that I had been stressing out all week about presenting my first sales plan (!) made it hard for me to sleep.

I woke before my alarm, got geared up, and out the door around 6:40-- blue skies, the sun still low on the horizon, the air crisp and fresh, perfect for a run. The concierge pointed the way, and I had no trouble finding the pathway, headed right. It was oddly familiar (I spent two summers living in the Lower Mainland, and spent a little bit of time downtown-- 8 and 9 years ago!) but still exotic, unusual, and a great adventure.


Past Granville Island, onto English Bay, I ended up at Second Beach. Did you know they have a new tide pool there? It's a manmade swimming pool that draws in oceanwater in the summer! All the way, there are beautiful parks, with huge trees, green grass (in April!) and lots of trendy little cafes, restaurants, marinas, and apartments. It was such a refreshing and wonderful run, I knew I'd be out the next day, too.

After another late night, this morning's run was equally spectacular. Rather than turn right onto the path, I went left. Much of the same, but more urban- new condos going up, quaint houseboats, more marinas, BC Place, and eventually, the Science Center.

View Interactive Map on MapMyRide.com

It was a busy few days, most of it spent inside the hotel conference room. The food, drink, and (most importantly) the company were amazing in the evenings, and I learned a lot at the meetings, but the real highlight of my trip were those two brief morning runs.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Overgear

I don't like that word.

O-ver-gear [oh-ver-geer]:
verb
  1. To shift bicycle gears such that pedaling becomes overly difficult, requiring more power, but resulting in more speed;
  2. To crank the tension on a spin trainer such that pedaling becomes overly difficult, requiring more power, increasing the likelihood of pulling right out of the cheap and loose clipless pedals;
  3. Torture;
  4. To use excessive resistance to build leg power;
  5. *%@$&!%#$!

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After Moday's ladder session on the bike, Tuesday's long (and fast) swim, and Wednesday's Overgearing, my body protested at the Thursday bike-swim brick. The power-building bike session was great, it was the swim that didn't go so well.

About halfway through the workout, I was finally getting into the groove when I felt a pop in my shoulder. Nothing painful, and it does happen sometimes, but I was concerned enough to take a break, especially since I tend to really use my arms for a strong pull. Coach suggested I take some pressure off the shoulder by finishing the set in flippers-- good idea. Until I got the cramp to end all cramps 3/4 of the way to the other end! I'm talking full-on muscle lock for a good 15-20 seconds, and spasms after that!

Mentally calculating how much I'd done so far in the week, I decided my body was trying to tell me something, and climbed out of the pool.

Going to go for a short run today, and pull the bikes out of storage. Memo to Mother Nature: NO MORE SNOW, PLS. THX.

Friday, March 6, 2009

What Animal Am I?

Tuesday, I was a shark.

Wednesday, I was... well, whatever animal that would make a good cyclist. I was that. The same again on Thursday evening.

Later on Thursday night, I was a dolphin.

Then, an alligator.

Then, a warthog.

I think all the animal analogies had me a little confused. I did great as a shark, hunting down my lanemates and passing them in the timetrial. The bike was great too, both nights. As a dolphin, I excel- although I can't say that the arms portion of the butterfly is even close to elegant. Still, it wasn't terrible, and I could keep it together.

I just don't do alligator very well. The theme for Thursday's swim was sighting-- okay, I've done that before, poorly, but I've done it. Well, we were trying a new technique. Rather than sight on a breath, thus holding your entire head out of the water, the idea behind alligator sighting is that you just peek your eyes out of the water, like an alligator.

Coach Jill was videotaping us, and the only clip of me goes stroke, stroke, choke-- head comes right up, sputtering and cursing.

By the end of the session, it was passable. I found that if I only tried to do it after breathing on the left, I could get a bit of a rhythm. (I like to breathe every three strokes)

After the swim was the usual core workout. In this, I definitely need work. The workout was tough, but I was grunting and huffing like a warthog-- and I sure felt like one! So here's to being a shark (or dolphin) in the water, a kangaroo on the bike, and a wolf on the run.

Or maybe we should just forget about the animal analogies.

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Okay, about the kangaroo... massive "quad" muscles = good cyclist, right?