Early.

Everyone’s got a morning routine. Even a non-routine, is usually still some basic set of actions. I like to get up early, which can be super beneficial when setting for the AM. There seems to be some across-the-board interest in the early morning flow of successful people these days, and not that I’m anything special, I was reflecting on my own ability to “get it going” and thought it was worth putting it down.

My alarm typically goes off between 5 and 5:30am…though many times I naturally wake up before it goes off. My workouts switch between an outdoor run (3-5 miles) 2 or 3 times a week and a HIIT session at the gym 2-3 times a week. I like to do what I call “sober” workouts, where I don’t eat anything before hand. For no other reason than eating before working out makes me want to hurl. So I’ll drink a little water, warm up, do my thing, and then get ready for work. Any “daily reflections” or “mediation” is done while working out, typically during my run. That’s my church.

Today I had my fourth fitness test and my results are definitely trending in the right direction.

Test 3 (June 2017)
22.56kg fat mass
79.6kg fat free mass
VO2: 41.4ml/kg/min

Test 4 (August 2017)
20.5kg fat mass
77.4kg fat free mass
VO2: 47.2ml/kg/min

Essentially, I’ve lost 10 pounds and bumped my VO2 conversion. Cutting back on the IPA and logging more miles has done it’s job.

Today I’m sick as hell. Working from home and watching the Stage 17 TT of the Vuelta, wishing I were out for a ride.

It’s hot, harvest time, and grain trucks are speeding past us on a two lane road in the hills of the Palouse. We’re only about 6 miles into the ride when “POP!” and my rear end begins sliding.

It doesn’t happen very often, and maybe I had overinflated my tube, but I blew out the center of my tube & tire. This sucks because the tire itself is garbage ($50-60) not to mention it won’t even holding a spare tube long enough for me to ride home. There is where cash-money comes in handy; A trick I learned in my MTB days, when you get a flat so significant that it compromises the wall of your tire, you essentially need to reinforce the inside so that the tube doesn’t squeeze itself when it inflates.

I had a twenty spot that was actually for some post-ride tacos but those were gonna have to wait. Folded up and positioned between the new tube and rupture spot on the tire, I was able to make it almost all the way back home before I had burned through the bill and the new tube, flatting again.

Flats suck but it’s all a part of it.

The Fall semester is about to kick off and work has been nuts. So much so, that we completely spaced and forgot to renew our campus parking pass and of course now everything is full. It’s not really a big deal and to be honest, I felt a little guilty driving to work since we live so close to campus. The only real need for driving is either when the weather is absolute dog shit or when I want to hit the student rec center (re: gym) in the mornings.

I decided now was a good time to resurrect my single speed and begin commuting, something I haven’t done since living in Phoenix (where it’s flat). This was my first morning ride in and the route I took wasn’t right. Or at least, my gearing isn’t appropriate for the route I tried. Tomorrow morning I’ll try a different way that’s a little less steep.

Also, my rig which has been in storage for the past three years, is in rougher shape than I had thought. Both wheels are FUBAR’d. They roll, but the rear is far from true and the front has a serious dent. In addition the brakes are pretty sketch. They’re OG and the pads are tiny & dry. I’m thinking this is a solid opportunity to upgrade from 27 inch wheels to 700c with modern brakes. That’ll be a project for next month.

All of that being said, I’m stoked to have a reasonable need to commute and justification for putting some money into my beloved-yet-neglected single speed.

Just woke up from a nap on the sofa, after having fallen asleep watching the last stage of the TdF. Froomebot won, which was predictably fine, though I am stoked for Rigo and the Canondale/Slipstream boys. They showed up and for a $15 million dollar team to land on the final podium and rack up multiple jerseys with multiple guys while running against $30-$45 million dollar teams is hella respectful. And although Taylor Phinney isn’t quite my Dave Zabriskie, he’s my new homeboy to follow.

Speaking of DZ Nuts, I see that he and ‘ol Floyd Landis are running together pushing product for Floyd’s of Leadville. Specifically, CBD hemp oil soft gels. Geared towards endurance athletes as a natural alternative to ibuprofen, I’ve been wanting to give the CBD pain reliever thing a try for awhile now. If I end up giving it a whirl I’ll report back here to my wide audience of one.

In general, training is going solidly. I’m not working off of any specific plan, rather I’m setting broad weekly goals and am putting in whatever mileage or effort level feels right for the day. In fact, for most runs/rides I’m not even wearing a watch. Just getting out there and wearing myself out, then turning around and getting my ass back home. This is no strategy when it comes to actual race training but in the general “getting back into training shape” phase I think it’s perfect; Less risk of overuse injuries due to stubbornly trying to hit quantitative benchmarks.

Time flies, man. It seems like just yesterday I was in my 20’s working at The Phoenix Zoo in Arizona, racing triathlons, running the desert, and feeling invincible. That was close to 8 years go and a lot has changed, which I’ve eluded to in earlier posts.

I haven’t raced a tri, alone crossed any sort of finish line since moving up to Washington. I’ve slowed down, gained weight, and injured myself in the sporadic attempts to jumpstart some semblance of a fitness regimen.

Finally I can say my head is back in it. I can tell when I’m just going through the motions hoping that the “training gear” of my mind will finally engage. It’s [not] happened so many times before, that I’m thankful to recognize when it’s no longer just a wishful thought. I’ve been following a set training plan for a month now and am loving every second of it.

The first major goal: Ironman 70.3 Tempe, 2018

Because nobody reads this blog anyway, I’m unapologetically going to use it to document some of my wins and struggles getting to this race. There are many triathlon blogs out there, but this one is mine.

Let’s start off with some (humbling) numbers. I have been partaking in a great program put on my employer (a certain PAC12 university) that is, essentially, an employee wellness program but designed for more athletic participants. Within this program I check-in every couple of months for some testing. I’ve been three times this year since January, and here are some of my latest results:

22.56kg fat mass, 79.6kg fat-free mass = 21.5% fat
VO2: 41.4 ml/kg/min

There’s more I could report but let’s not. The point is, I’ve great opportunity to make some gains and I’m looking forward to the challenge and the progress. Next check-in date in early August so we’ll see what goes down (or up).

Until then, I’ll drop an update here every couple of weeks with some basics on what training I’ve done and what I’ve learned along the way. So there it is. Now I’ve got some miles to cover.

Current training track:

The Enchantments

It was just a little early in the season, but we packed up and headed out for a weekend of hiking into some altitude in The Enchantments Wildnerness Area….which is a collection of alpine lakes within the North Cascades. I had scored a a backcountry permit months before and a team of eight was formed to hike into the Stuart Lake Zone where we’d camp for two nights and make an ascent on Aasgard Pass on day 2. As the winter weather continued to grip the area like Donald Trump holding onto his Twitter phone, concern began to grow as to how the temps would look at 6000 ft.

A few days before our departure, I put a call into the Forest Ranger’s office where I was told “Aasgard Pass is avalanche conditions and Lake Stuart camping sites are snow-covered.” Upon reporting this back to the group, our crew of 8 quickly dwindled to 3.

Nevertheless, we persisted. And we were handsomely rewarded with some incredible views and challenging trail. Attempting Aasgard Pass was decidedly a no-go and we thought getting in some good hiking miles would be a better (re: safer) use of our time. While out there we did notice a fair amount of helicopter traffic and later learned that someone feel through the snowpack and disappeared while glissading down the Pass. Very sad, and as I’ve looked up historical accidents in the area it seems like there is a waterfall that has caught several people by surprise.

Anyways, photos:

Man, this weather. Seems like Old Man Winter held on for as long as he could, but finally now that we’re in May things are brightening up. All of those days spent looking out of the office window at the grey, wet, cold outside and dreaming of more pleasant hiking weather have finally passed.

So when my friend April texted me a photo of an article about a central Washington trail perfect for early season backpacking, I was all-in. What was supposed to be a 5.7 mile in-to-camp, 7 mile back-out loop with moderate altitude gain turned into a one-day 12 mile bushwhack with over 2500 feet of climbing and a race against the sun along 4 miles of rail road track.

We zigged when we should’ve zagged. Missed our trail within the first 500 meters.

A mirage. We thought we had found a place to chill and camp for the night, and possibly score a ride back to our car. As we got closer we realized the campground was on the other side of the Yakima River.

Our trail running friend who like us, was totally lost and decided to cross-country it.

Sleeping in the car was quite as restful as out on the ridge but after 12 miles and three beers it felt pretty okay.

The other morning while enjoying my coffee and trying not to pay attention to the latest news about what Trump did or did not do, I spotted an email that I had forgotten I was waiting for…

The Enchantments is a range in the middle of the Cascades that I had heard of before, but never really investigated. I was chatting with a guy who had entered the lottery for an overnight permit and because he sounded geeked up about the area, I figured “might as well do it myself.” Well lucky for me, I got drawn. And after sending out an email to some friends I thought would be able to take off for random backpacking trip, we soon had ourselves a full 8-person group.

The Stuart Zone of the Enchantments isn’t necessarily the most sought-after section, but beggars can’t be choosers as they say. And I suppose we’ll be avoiding much of the crowding that can happen on the trails in the Core Zone. The hike into camp near Lake Stuart is just around 5 miles…which is far from gnar (that should be t-shirt). However there are plenty of other miles & elevation feet to be chewed up in the surrounding area, so if we can hike in and drop our heavier bags at base camp then take off for some light and speedy work, I’m all good with that tactic.

Permit is good for this June and I’ll be lugging along the camera, so some good content should follow. I also have a few other trips sprinkled on the calendar over the course of the next few months, a good sign.

In other slightly related news, my employer is offering new wellness program that provides athletic training, and exercise testing & programming that focuses heavily on injury assessment, prevention, treatment and rehab. Since I’ve recently become aware of my own mortality and injuries have plagued my ability to get into the backcountry, I’m stoked to get started with the trainers.

Well here are, the first real foray into wilds of 2017 and I’m limping around the office after a weekend in the mountains. That’s a sign of success, I suppose. The Girl and I headed out of town for a long weekend of cabin livin’ near Cle Elum, WA. We all met up in town for a beer and dinner, then clicked in the four wheel drive (metaphorically) and headed down the rough backroads of snow and ice to the cabin. The accumulation there was a good 3-4 feet and making our way with bags of gear and armfuls of beer wasn’t particularly fun. Nor was digging out the fire pit to get a source of outdoor warmth going…but no that’s actually a lie. It was fun. It wasn’t settling into the office chair and firing up the Outlook calendar, it was bruising shins as you fell through the ice-crusted snow and getting things around the cabin ready for a night of whiskey and stories.

The next few days were spent tooling around the cabin, riding four-wheelers around snow trails, and show shoeing around forest. I suffered an injury while leading the group down the side of a mountain and will be hobbling around for the next couple of weeks which basically sucks…but the weather is pretty shitty right now so I suppose there’s no better time.

 

The winter is starting to break. That ‘s not actually true, looking at the 10-day forecast only three of those days will squeak above 40 degrees and the term “wintry mix” is too frequently seen for my liking. This is the time at which planning must take place, for if I wait until the weather is right it’s already too late. This past couple of weeks I’ve met various friends with two necessary tools: booze and calendars.

Planning out trip details such as location, activity, etc. are not important at this stage. Right now, it’s all about blocking off dates. “I’m busy that weekend” is the uttering of a couch-sitting non-planner. By setting specific dates this early on in the year, before anything else (life) creeps in and whittles away at your precious weekends, one is taking away the opportunity to make excuses. There are only 52 weekends in each year, two of those are scratched for Thanksgiving and Christmas, one a month is (should be) set aside for doing whatever the life partner wants to do (which is typically not getting lost in a Utah slot canyon), and you can figure that another dozen or so will be eaten up by work, chores, weddings, or football. That right there is half of the years’ weekends, gone. Pre-consumed.

Yet here I am, on a Sunday morning sipping coffee on the couch looking out at the snow and whatever this shit is that’s falling the from the sky and thinking, “man I wish I were out there.”

As of this writing, my calendar has ten weekends tagged for outdoor exploits. A few have specific titles such as Sun Mountain 25k, Mt. Adams Summit, and Wallowas BP Trip. Most of the others are more vague, for example, Sat. March 4 through Mon. March 6: Freezing My Balls Off With Alex. The war I’m waging isn’t with spontaneity it is with listlessness. There’s an ideology, probably regurgitated upon me by the likes of Tim Ferris, that having a trip set and planned gives one a sense of pleasure, producing serotonin which does all sorts of good things to your brain. And in this day and age under the leadership of an orange jackass, I think that we could all use a little more serotonin in our noggins.

Knowing that I have some physically demanding trips into the wilds ahead of me, any of which could quickly become disastrous epics if I’m not prepared, also serves as a great motivator when I’m powering through a gym session while looking outside at the wintry mix.

I’ll leave you with my favorite quote from the great Ed Abbey, which has served to galvanize many a trip planning session for me in the past:

“One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am – a reluctant enthusiast….a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards.”

Flipping Off 2016

General consensus says that 2016 sucked major ass. In my personal universe, things weren’t necessarily awful. Assuredly, 2016 won’t rank in my top 5 worst years of life (fortunately, unfortunately?) but it wasn’t particularly rad. I spent a lot of time sitting on my ass working for The Man, there weren’t many major achievements checked off of the proverbial bucket list, and I didn’t achieve any spiritual nexus. The best thing that could be said for 2016, was that I set myself up for a pretty solid 2017.

Professionally, the job situation is poised for a significant change/upgrade from the horrendous 60-hour weeks I pulled all of this past year. Fitness-wise, I’m sitting at 220 pounds and so have teed up the opportunity for a weight loss (re: fitness) renaissance. The calendar is in the process of being populated with weekend trips into wilds unknown and with any luck, there will be no shortage of content for this here blog.

For now, on this frigid New Year’s Eve, I sit with the girl working on a pack of hard ciders chatting about goals and dreams. The overall theme of 2017: Make this year stand out…in any way possible.

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Basically toe-ing the line.

I think I’m ready?

T-Minus 10 Weeks

Ouch.

This will be like last year but more and better.

INWCXS 2017

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