Saturday, November 7, 2009

2009 Houston Inline Marathon

_Off Season Event
I focus on running after A2A. Tiffany warned years ago, “skating helps running; running doesn’t help skating.” My leg never felt recovered from A2A, despite plenty of time off skates. GPS and HR data said I was in better skating shape than I felt.
Thanks to weight control this time of the year, I was unlikely to do well in Tour de Donut (http://www.tourdedoughnut.com/), which was worth going only if I could make complete ass of myself safely and cheaply.
It’s wrong distance at wrong time, but I signed up for Houston IM. It’s a relatively local event of a sport I wanted to support. Mike and Brenda unexpected showed up, and we had 7 Texas Flyers in our own paceline. It was great being yelled at by Mike again.
Our agenda was to do our own pace. 7 is a big number at an event of this size.

_Sunday morning pace line
I don’t recall being this relaxed at the start. I had no personal ambition and was looking forward to skate with the team. With enough cooks in the kitchen, I turned my brain off and blindly followed the red-gold jerseys. With a very safe start, Mike dictated the pace; we ended up swallowed everyone except 5 or so racers; we spitted most of them out the back. Mike, Timo, and Casey did most of the work. Mackowski and I contributed a little.


12 U-turns allowed us to see the race develop. Simmons’ Rob and Alex controlled the lead. Brian from DC was allowed to hang as long as he shared the pulls. Brian was dropped during last lap.
Truesdell’s boots didn’t cooperate that morning. He still ended up with reasonable time. Grenda was a steady mover everyone wanted to skate with. It was good to see Sam in action again. You could see the little energy dot bouncing miles away.

_Race mode
Mike eased off the throttle at the back end of the final lap. I turned brain back on. 65-year-old Bob tried a breakaway at a weird time and was quickly neutralized; 2 Vegas teens wasted energy in the process and made slightly aggressive moves to cut back in. I let them—no need to risk crashing. Doug and I simply moved toward the front on safer part of the course. So nice to have teammates.
Final turn. Speed increased, no one committed. All the sudden someone attacked with insufficient acceleration. A few younger racers took off. The break died with a crash. I left my draft to avoid braking and pulled even with Mike. Mike said go. I didn’t have the legs to hold off everyone and ended up towing Casey and Red Confusion’s Brandon. I saw red/gold jerseys in the corner of my eyes. I eased into the finish arch safely, making sure Brandon stayed behind me.

_Cool down
I put on running shoes and did the scheduled 9:02-pace 9-mile run. It ended up longer and faster. Award ceremony with no hardware was a little disappointing.
Hiked 6.7-mile at Huntsville State Park in the afternoon; brought back memory from the ultra run last winter. The hike ended in full moon in the woods before Double Dave deep dish hitting the spot.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

A2A 2009 38-mile race + 51-mile group skate

After skating Ragbrai 2009, A2A called my name. My body wasn’t conditioned to go hard for 4+ hrs. I was uncomfortable on Atlanta’s rough flats without a Chuck. I signed up for 38-mile.

_Plan
The long hills and the number of skaters made time-based goal impractical. I sought ways to win the 38-mile race, which included Dillon and Chance Martin. They were among the top skaters of their generation and raced as teammates for Powerslide. I averaged 1 practice per week, usually short and unfocused.

The 38-mile winner seemed a foregone conclusion. I had nothing to lose--might as well go down in flames. I’d skate with the lead pack for a few miles then play by ear. It’s always fun to watch pros. I lasted 6 miles in 2007; would try farther this time. With luck, a small group would peel off for me to work with. Who knows, the boy wonders could have a bad day. Their sponsor didn’t have the best wet-wheels.

_Climber and RAAM soloist
The shuttle from the airport to Athens was filled with skaters. Herb introduced us to Marcy the climb demon. She made effort to look modest. I don’t recall anyone else radiating this much confidence at A2A.

I sat next to John Silker, who completed RAAM before aerobars became popular. I was awe-struck and full of questions. The math teacher graciously shared personal details: body fat, donuts, lubrication. Ultra athletes are often people who see the destination as a mean to the journey.

_The poser
Race morning, I lined up next to the giant poker costume. I was pumped with nervous energy and doubts. Did I run too much, lose weight too quickly, skate enough hills, choose the right wheels?
I felt each pulse. I love racing.

I settled into 22nd position. The lead skater looked tiny; the Martin brothers were pushing the pace. Luis Carlos and Eddy popped out of the line a lot, minimizing the chance of being taken down by their fans posing as speed skaters.
Carl Yee towered couple spots in front of me. No wonder Ragbrai cyclists thought the skater shrank in size. I wanted to chat with Carl but decided to concentrate on task at hand. Eddy was near the tall guy when interviewed by the camera crew on motorcycle. I watch Eddy not breathing hard as my heart rate slowly redlined. The peloton spitted me out at mile 12.

_Strong chasers
Like 2007, John Charbonneau was there to pick me up. This time he came much quicker with Marcy, Jessica, and Lenny. I couldn’t hang on. I wished I knew K2/Asphalt Beach and Bont’s plan before the start.

2 Flying Fossils materialized a few minutes later. “Welcome to the 3rd pack!” Yeah, everyone knew exactly where they stood. They took me in and were easy to work with. We stayed together ‘til Dacula. My Street Fights rolled slower than the other the 2 wheelsets, but aerodynamics negated the disadvantage. John Garrett and Larry Griffin reached Piedmont Park in 5:44 with modest pack mass.

Race #’s
Distance: 38.5 miles
Avg HR: 170 bpm
Max HR: 185 bpm
Avg speed: 16.2 mph
Max speed: 41.1 mph
Total Ascent: 3359 ft
Total Descent: 2931 ft
Liquid consumed: 15 oz
Traffic stops: 0

My teammate Duane skipped another A2A this year. He waited at Dacula with Mrs. Duane. We watched a non-jean wearing Naomi skated by. She looked beautiful in skinsuit on 100-mm wheels. Casey came in a few minutes later wearing his I-survived-my-first-A2A smile. APRR Chuck greeted me. He didn’t race due to injury. We discussed future event pretending not to trash talk.

_Cheap out the $10 bus ride
The Dacula-to-Atlanta bus would be a long wait. No rain in sight. Skating to Atlanta seemed logical.

Wondergirl was supporting 3 racers and checkpoint hopping; she informed me of Luke’s progress. I wanted to skate with my Montreal-24 buddy who helped me during a difficult hour.

I rolled slowly and barely had time to sort out nutrition in a Walmart bag before Luke’s group showed up. We moved cooperatively and waited for each other. Herb took a short break from dominating the 52-mile race by joining us. The top 2 52-mile ladies stayed in the pack a little longer.

_40.0 mph
Someone whined as Silver Hill approached. The pack agreed the downhill train was optional; we would regroup at the checkpoint. I took the lead. The long descent felt slow. I look between legs and discovered Luke was the only passenger; should’ve sprinted at the top….

_I went to the hill. The hill was there.
My legs turned jello on the climb after checkpoint 5. Déjà vu. I resorted to hip swing and choppy strides, the technique I learned from French skaters. Probably looked comical, but the quads didn’t melt.

_City skate
Atlanta traffic grew hairier, and road hazards multiplied each time I skated it. The stop-and-goes took out everyone’s desire to fly. John Silker stayed at the back behind a big gap. The football-player’s 200-lb frame was getting minimum draft and was chucking along. He seemed to have enough in the tank to skate back to Athens. I fantasized breaking his 24-hour record (http://www.skatelog.com/skaters/john-silker/)

We reached the feared rough flat where Herb and Bob dropped me last year. The road was paved with black ice now.

_Quick stop
The group decided to finish together after jumping the curb at the restaurants. 2 skaters started to orchestrate hand-holding details. Bob Ryan was all by himself in front when he wobbled for no good reason. The helmet banged against a little tree; branches shook. Ambulance wasn’t in the script but was all the sudden a very real possibility. Things were going so well 5 seconds ago. Fortunately he got up and recovered quickly. 8 of us reached Piedmont Park, hand-in-hand.



_Results
Martin brothers took the top 2 spots in 38-mile.
Herb won 52-mile. He time trialed the whole way.

Luis Carlos was the top full-distance man in 2009.
Eddy repeated top-3 performance.


Marcy lived up to expectation and took the title.
Jessica came in a minute later.
Naomi got 3rd, demonstrating it’s possible to master 2 very different wheel sizes. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cS-blZ8jb_Q&NR=1)

I beat the Dacula-Atlanta bus to the park.

Dacula to Atlanta #’s (with missing distance due to GPS issue)
Distance: 49.6 miles
Avg HR: 139 bpm
Max HR: 165 bpm
Avg speed: 13.4 mph
Max speed: 40.0 mph
Total Ascent: 5023 ft
Total Descent: 4980 ft
Liquid consumed: 80 oz
Traffic stops: 12+ minutes
Water break: 1

Bob handed me a cold Guinness at the park. Beer earned is sweeter than beer bought.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Hotter n Hell 2009: 102 miles; avg 20.7 mph

_Unprepared
It’s been an unfocused year with no long distance training. I considered 3 options:
> Skate 50 miles.
> Bike time trial 100k at 18 mph.
> 100 mile ride at 20+ mph.
I was unmotivated to train.
Timo announced his 25-mile skate pace line plan. I was in. It’d be fun. I was looking forward to the shopping and the group lunch.
Then yoga-related back spasm happened => skating was out of question.
I decided on the “normal way” of participating HHH: road bike, padded shorts, suck wheels. Sciatica could be an issue; sag wagons are abundant for this event.


_Equipment
I put the nice wheels on Madone that had been on trainer the whole year. I was unsuccessful setting up the new iBike Aero 3 on the wired mount and settled on the defective Aero 2 just for distance and cadence reading. I also used the reliable Garmin Forerunner 305 for heart rate and pacing.

My cycling electronic life is frustrating at times, but it’s so cool to have the data on the 22” screen after shower while the ride details are fresh memory. This is the only way I can quantify the energy saved by taking the pace line risk.


_Expo
The 10000-cyclist event is my biggest annual apparel shopping day. Major bike stores dump excess inventory at the expo.
The fight at clearance shoe table was intense. I got the exact shoes and shorts I wanted at half price. I imagine this is how women buy LV and Gucci when discount is involved.

eSoles scanned people’s feet at their booth. The charismatic sales girl knew a lot about running and nothing about skating. She fit David Goggin! $50 gets me a scan + semi-custom orthotics. I was suspicious about the benefit but desperate enough to write it off as part of my medical budget.

I complained to the Polar rep: their power meter is an outdated piece of crap. He waited for the booth to clear before agreeing. Finland’s clear direction is to ignore that market. He shared the desire for GPS/HR/power integration.


_Cooler than Hell
The ride didn’t live up to its name having the most favorable weather in years. 1 guy from Florida was sorely disappointed.

I didn’t train for a 100-mile ride but the event went more or less as planned:
Step 1: say hi to skaters at very end of the line.
Step 2: go to the front and look for triathletes for pacing and drafting.
I spotted bunch fit guys with nice aero-bikes and practice wheels.
“You guys Ironmen?”
“Yep”
“How fast are you going.”
“Around 20”
“Mind if I suck your wheel.”
“No problem.”
Step 3: control the urge to go harder; no passing anyone while outside of slipstream.
Step 4: hang on to the pack and avoid crashes.
Step 5: survive.

The slow blocks before start line are always frustrating: skateboarding style.
After funneling through the start line, 40 miles of wheel sucking began. These guys train together year round and didn’t want me in front.
Mile 20: butt became uncomfortable on the rough surface. Everyone’s speed dropped. I recall sprinting this surface at 11 mph on skates at 90% HR. I was nuts.

The group stopped at mile 28 for a pee break. We spread out to spread while hundreds of cyclists rolled behind us. It’s great to be a guy.

Heart rate started to rise around mile 35. I thought it was the temperature. The Ironmen increased the wattage in anticipation for the long break at mile-40 rest stop.

I hid in a long and slower pace lines and recovered. Other than the well buttered butt, I felt great at mile 50 and considered dumping 10 oz of Accelerade. I correctly chose to carry the annoying disposable bottle for next few miles.

People dropped out of pace lines like flies. By mile 60, even the solo cyclists on aero bars became inconsistent. I got in a small pace line and finally had to work. Confidence soared by mile 80: legs turning, HR in range, 24 oz of fluid in cage. I debated about the beer stop at mile 98.

Mile 82: Quads became unwilling at each little climbs. This was initially resolved by smaller gears. I started to lose the pack at 103 rpm. One old guy repeatedly waited and paced me back into the pack. “Just 18 miles to go. You ain’t gonna get a better day for a personal record.”
I was touched.
I struggled.

Mile 88: melt down. I tried to take a final pull but couldn’t even get to the front.
I felt dejected yet proud for going this far--a lot like 2008 A2A when Herb Gail left me in the dust.
I limped to the mostly empty mile-91 rest stop for bathroom and annual pickle juice tasting.

Leg power returned only briefly. I rode many segments at 13 mph during the final 10 miles. I skated faster on the same road.

Finished with 4:54. Felt a lot longer.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Alaska family vacation

Alaska cruise was on my post 60 to-do list. With Al Gore’s warning about disappearing ice and mom’s desiring the cruise experience, I joined the 7-night 9-person family vacation
















Anchorage


Flew to the big state’s largest city.


The sun moved eerily slowly at 8pm.


I successfully woke up at 5am for a morning skate. The roads were of similar smoothness, and drivers were as accepting to skaters as in North Texas. The local law enforcement didn’t stop me but made it clear I should limit my major road exposure.

Anchorage had surprisingly nice bike paths, considering the long winter.


A moose and I scared each other at a wooden bridge.






University of Alaska was another good place to skate.




I got limited mileage due to rain and train schedule.

Alaska Railroad: Anchorage -> Whittier
There are cheaper and faster alternatives to reach the ship, but the AKRR train is so relaxing and pretty.




Whittier


The Harbor was designed for tourism—Alaskans drive to the town for a boating trip;

tourists came from all over the world for cruise ships.


The tiny town has 2 distinct sections: I skated through the tunnel to the non-tourist side, where bottled water price was actually reasonable.


Saw multiple lots with vehicle in need of repair.


Many buildings weren’t in the best shape.


Residents and road surfaces got increasingly unfriendly as I ventured further from the tunnel.


One truck driver actually stopped to stare me down. That was my cue to get back to where I belong.



Alcohol supply was controlled by 1 guy. The liquor store had completely random hours.


2 sea days


Surprised by the view when I woke up.


These were my most relaxing days: Slow meals, long night sleep, short workouts.
The endless pool broke (http://www.endlesspools.com/). I learned to run on treadmill and didn’t fall off.

First whale watching attempt was plagued by fog, which—according to the woman driver from bridge—could clear any minute now. This went on for couple hours.



I eventually saw a black dot with a blowhole and caught glimpse of a triangular thing; my camera stayed in Ziploc. I didn’t care; it was nice in the hot tub on deck.

The Glacier Bay (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glacier_Bay_National_Park) more than made up for the mammal disappointment.




Skagway




Skating was an efficient way to see every street in town, which has cheap Internet access ($1.25/15 min) through slow computers.

The paved road to the Canadian border was accessible on the other side of Skagway River.



I decided to play it safe and not to skate it. During the Gold rush days, many horses ran out of juice climbing these mountains; a trail was named after them (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Pass).

Skagway had the best-equipped Radio Shack I’d seen. I learned later it wasn’t a real Radio Shack. The store sign had a fine print: something like “authorized store.” Ditto Starbucks.
I was one of the faster moving vehicles downtown hurrying back to catch the excursion motor coach.


I had no talent kayaking, but the surround was so beautiful I enjoyed it immensely.


Hopped on the train (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Pass_and_Yukon_Route) to get back to the dock. The legendary terrains made me feel for those horses.

I promised mom to get back to the ship in time for our excursion. A passenger had a medical issue; the train stopped to wait for medevac.


The conductor laughed when I asked whether there’s a road for me to run back to town.
“Which part of the Dead Horse Trail don’t you understand?”

There was nothing to do except sitting in the penalty box as the seconds ticked by.

The cycling excursion group waited for me. This was the best day! The guide drove us up the road I wanted skate that morning.
Weather was pretty miserable 2000 feet above sea level: foggy, cold, windy; we were in the clouds.


The 13-mile ride back to town was a new experience. We stopped for waterfalls, the climbs, and U. S. custom.


Tourists on bicycles with runny nose seemed sufficiently harmless; the officials didn’t check our passports.


It was gratifying and scary to see mom bombing down the hills.

In a few weeks, the whole town would smell like dead salmons.


Juneau




Stayed on the ship in the morning. Didn’t want to risk missing the excursion. The security personnel informed me that the on-board Danish would become insecure on the other side of the gangway. I ate the brunch at the X-ray machine Kobayashi style.

The helicopter ride didn’t disappoint, despite my crappy seat.




I was dropped off on a giant ice cube (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juneau_Icefield) with my cousin Andy and 2 European dudes.


We acquired super power via crampons that enabled climbing and drinking.




Some spots were a little tight.


I couldn’t get over blueness of the ice.

Had limited time before the ship sailed. I briefly stood in line for the free Internet at city library before walking out

to take photos of Sarah Palin’s green roof house

the state capitol, allegedly voted the ugliest ahead of 49 competitors.


Napped before another big dinner. Lobsters and prawns were excellent recovery food. While mom and aunts supplemented their 401k at the casino,


I went up to the deck reviewing photos. It was one of my favorite moments.



Ketchikan



I postponed the excursion to skate in the morning while the weather was nice. No way I could climb these hills on wet pavement.


It turned out I couldn’t handle them when dry.
I had problem T-stopping on Ketchikan’s 2nd steepest road

and resorted to the Eddy technique (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGeef6563xw).

The trip coincided with salmon runs. Now I understand how bears are able to hand-fish.


Snorkeled was the last excursion. The effort of putting on 7mm suit and other hassles made it inefficient fun.
Swimming next to jellyfish was neat. With wetsuit, gloves, hood and boots, I was safe as long as we didn’t go to first base.


Fancy dinner was routine now. Mushroom soup sucked. King crab legs rocked.

The sunset was nice that night.


Sea day


Got up way too early to watch more invisible whales.
Finally saw a few humpbacks around 3 pm. Distant body parts were above the water. I didn’t bother the camera.

Attempted but gave up on reading the kong fu novel. There ain’t no way I could finish before the library due day.

Ran on treadmill and discovered the speed setting was a mere suggestion; my intervals weren’t nearly as studly as I previously thought.

I was completely spoiled by this time. I didn’t finish the slightly dry NY strip. I suddenly craved bacon.

I used up the undependable prepaid Internet minutes, had my final desserts with decaf from buffet line.


Watched "Air Guitar Nation." The movie was so much fun, I went to bed late.


Vancouver





Disembarkation was an unpleasant long process after insufficient sleep.

Typical of city people, my cousins and I went to Blenz Coffee for wifi and fancy drinks instead of going to Chinatown with others. Being a total geek, I spilled my cappuccino while troubleshooting the store’s wireless router. We quickly decided on the day’s activities:
> Lookout Tower (http://www.vancouverlookout.com/): a quick and lazy way to see the city.


> aquarium: we’re tired of all the underwhelming marine mammals sightings. The baby beluga whale was way cute (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXBzGf54-Ik)


> poutine (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poutine): I’ve wanted this thing since the Montreal trip 11 months ago


> Tim Horton: a Canadian friend would eat any donut except Tim Horton. Curiosity got to me.

After ingesting grease and sugar, I had enough energy for a Stanley Park skate.

Vancouver is a great inline city: lots of bike lane in the middle of major streets, cars move relatively slowly.


I made a wrong turn and ended up on the wrong side of the town.


I got a good workout skating to and around Stanley Park.


The only other pair of speed skates I saw was Ming from South Korea wearing Toronto skinsuit.

Encountered traffic jams on the way back. Sidewalks were full of tourists and zombie walkers (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zombie_walk). Fortunately the Garmin worked well amongst high-rises. I skated eerily clean back allies and arrived hotel in time for a nice dinner at a Shanghai restaurant with mom. Ordered takeout food for next day.

Got up early to skate the suburbs and beaches.




Hills were involved.


Heat up left over for lunch with family. I love nice hotels with kitchens (http://www.suttonplace.com).

Met some RSVP riders (bike Seattle to Vancouver. http://www.cascade.org/eandr/rsvp/index.cfm) at the hotel. Looks like a fun event.

The taxi to airport was pleasant. The lines at the airport were not. Many questioned the city’s ability to handle 2010 Olympics crowd.






more photos




Achorage has cool street names.


Not everyone was anxious to get off the train.


Lunch break against a Whittier wall.

A government building.



This girl demonstrated excellent sense of humor by laughing at my jokes.


Some people were pretty serious about projecting images of whale body parts onto their retinas.


This was a routine view the first few days.


Johns Hopkins. They named this one after my school.


Skagway, opposite the airport.


Not all hotels at Skagway were 5-star.


Saw lots of benches at front yards. Never saw a human using them.


RV parking is $800 / month during the summer, exclude electricity and waters.



I expected roofs would be much steeper.



Went to a different country just to kayak.


Andy the artist knew how to pose for facebook.


This mesquito came all the way to 1500 feet to drown.


The babysitter prepared us tourists for the viewing of the giant hole.


Juno made it clear that tourism income was welcome.



Made me want to fly.


A very pricey Internet cafe in Juno.


I burnt lots of calories in order to get this shot.


Skating behind these guys were a great way to tour the city.


Desserts were nice transition between dinner and the meal before bed.


Roads with bike lanes were clearly marked.



Vancouver has lots of parks along the water.


I was the calmer of the 2.