October 2008 Archives

Hello. Hopefully you should be looking at a new design on the triathlon section of RobbyB.com. If not, hold down the shift key and hit refresh to clear the cache. Stay tuned for an update on the main site.

I also posted my race report for the Twin Cities Marathon.

Base training has begun for Ironman 70.3 New Orleans. I got in the pool yesterday and established my base training pace. I've got some work to do. I guess not swimming since July will do that to you.

The trainer is setup in the basement for a long winter of indoor riding. I'm working my way through Season one of 'The Wire'. Netflix is going to be a good friend.

I'll be sure to post a list of next years races in the sidebar, but I'm looking at IM 70.3 New Orleans with the team, and the Horribly Hilly Hundred bike ride as "for sures" right now. We'll see what else I can fit in.

So Stu likes to trash talk. Alot. And Michelle and I aren't ones to let Stu get away with it. So we asked if he would put his reputation on the line. So we made some gentlemen (and ladies) wagers:

There are two wagers, 1) Between Stu & Rob and 2) Between Stu & Michelle.

The wagers are identical.

In each, the athlete with the slower official chip time (including swim, bike, run splits, transitions and penalties) at the April 5, 2009 Ironman 70.3 New Orleans triathlon shall compose a hand-written, original letter once per calendar month for the six (6) consecutive months following the race, including April. (April - September)

The letter shall be addressed to the athlete with the faster time. The letter shall be postmarked by the end of the respective month. The entire letter must be contained in one standard #10 envelope with no more than one USPS stamp. The letter shall contain at least three sentences articulating the following:

1) The addressee is faster than the signer.
2) The signer is slower than the addressee.
3) In general, the addressee is better than the signer.

So there you have it. May the best person (me, natch) win!

First, many thanks to all my awesome family and friends that cheered for me on such a miserable day! You are awesome and I owe you so much for being there. I also appreciate the well wishes from those that couldn't be there in person. It makes a difference knowing you all care.

It's been several days now since the Twin Cities Marathon. The race and its aftermath have all sunk in, and I hope to capture the full range of emotions that I felt that day and since in the following paragraphs.

This is it. This weekend I'm running the Medtronic Twin Cities Marathon. Sunday's race will be my 45th run in the last 16 weeks. It didn't start so well. In the first two weeks, I seriously doubted that I could do it. I wasn't making my intervals, struggling to meet the tempo paces and just frustrated about the whole thing. So I reworked my paces and found that I could work hard and meet the targets. I was on my way.

Of those previous 44 runs, four have been for twenty miles, several were 18 miles, and even more were 13 miles. In my last 13 miler, I extended it by a tenth to complete the half-marathon and finished nine seconds faster than my personal best set two years ago. Kris biked along with me for many of the long runs, serving up water, Gatorade, conversation and support. Each long run got faster, and some got harder. Some where in the heat of the summer, some were on hills. One was on both. (That one hurt.) But it all built to this weekend.

My limits were tested. There was big breakthrough learning that I could go fast, and I didn't need a watch to tell me so. I learned that what I expected to be easy, wasn't. Why should it be? I had to learn to train hard and recover. And do it all over again. Limits had to be broken.

The course scares me. It's billed as the most beautiful urban course. But they don't mention anything about the three miles of hills before the finish line. My cousin made a great observation that the race's halfway point is at mile 21, just before the hills hit. So that makes the halfway point of the race one mile beyond my furthest run.

I'm pushing my limits with a 3:30 goal. I know, I know, it's my first marathon, I should know better. First marathons never go as expected. But it's better to push yourself and learn from what happens than to set the bar low and not learn anything at all.

But this is it. As nervous as I am, I'm ready. I just need to keep my wits about me and I will have a great day. Should be fun.

I'm #3792. You can track me on-line on the race site on Sunday. See how it compares to my projected pace.