After my run this morning in the snow I remembered a video one of my good friends sent me a while back. Very inspirational! If this video doesn’t get your blood moving you must be dead. Check it out…. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ChbjB_208Ls
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I just had an amazing bike fit! Sean at the Boulder Center for Sports Medicine was able to make me more comfortable on my new ride and at the same time he was able to drastically improve my aerodynamics! Check out the before and after pictures……
Have you ever associated two things that in reality have absolutely nothing to do with each other? Maybe it’s a certain saying you use that makes you feel more confident, or maybe it’s gesture you use to make yourself feel better. Ever knocked on wood? When I was a kid playing little league I always put my uniform on in a very precise way because I thought it helped us win the game! Crazy right?…….maybe not. Until recently I have always thought of these things as superstition, but a very good friend of mine and fellow Hepster Will Murray has changed my view, and now I think of these associations as a technique known as anchoring. Anchoring can be a huge asset in improving performance in all walks of life.
Back in my little league days my uniform ritual started because one day I got ready for a game a certain way and then went out an had the game of my life. When the next game rolled around I got ready the exact same way and went out and had another great game! To my 10 year old mind there was some kind of mystical force at work here……a baseball God perhaps? Remember Joe Boo from the movie Major League! J No, what really was happening was the ritual of putting on my uniform a certain way triggered my mind into a positive and confident state. I went into the game expecting to play well. My uniform routine was my anchor.
But wait…..what if I accidentally put on the uniform in a different way? Now we have a problem. I did in fact change my routine one day and it caused me to get so worked up that I had a horrible game. Maybe this anchoring thing is for the birds??? Not if we understand it and have control of using it. This is what my good friend has taught me to do. Here’s how it works…..
First you have to get yourself into the positive state that you want create. Maybe you just wait until it naturally happens, or maybe you use visualization to get there. In my case we used visualization and an almost meditative state to bring my mind back to the last time I felt fantastic on the bike in a race. I visualized it with such intensity that I could feel everything, hear the sounds, smell the smells. My shoulders are relaxed. I’m in the arrow position and absolutely flying. My legs feel fantastic…..powerful……sharp. At the height of this visualization I simply touched the tips of my thumbs, pointer fingers, and middle fingers, together in an almost prayer like fashion. From here I came out of the visualization and took a little break and then I went back into it and did it all again. Right when I could really feel it, I touched my fingers together again in the same way. Anchor created!
The next day on my ride when I started to feel a bit tired I just touched my fingers together the same way and was shocked at the jolt of relaxation and calm power that came over me. I’ve used this anchor so much since then that all I have to do is think about doing the finger touch and I’m there. Also, just as reinforcement, whenever I’m out on a ride and feel really good I touch my fingers in the same way. So I have created an anchor that I can use whenever I want. If I don’t use it, it doesn’t mean I won’t ride well. It’s just there for when I need it.
Now just watch Michael Phelps the next time he steps up on the blocks. He shakes his arms out in a very certain way and then does 2 big bird like slaps of his lats with his huge wing span. He does it every single time without fail. Watch Tiger Woods the next time he is about to sink a put or nail an amazing drive. His routine is always the same. Mahatma Gandhi had a very specific routine he used before speaking or negotiating with others. The list goes on and on. Maybe they don’t even know what they are doing, but regardless they are using anchors.
I hope this helps anybody out there reading this. Maybe the next time you are clipping along on a super fast pace you can do something……anything……that will become your anchor for the feeling.
Before every race I sit down the night before and right down my goals for the next day. I always start with the most important and work my way down. I draw a little box by each goal and then after the race go back and put in a check if I was able to accomplish it. No. 1 on the goal list is always……To race with Class and Dignity. I didn’t always have the first goal on the list, but I’ve really lost my cool in a few races in the past, and after I calmed down I realized how much of an ass I was. No. 2 on the list is always……To finish the race. The list of goals goes on and gets more and more specific, but by far, these two top goals are always the most important. In 13 years of racing, I have never gone back to my goal list and left the finish goal box without a check mark. Yesterday was the closest I have ever come.
I woke up race morning to pouring rain. “Surely it will clear up” I thought…..I prayed. My bike was already turned in and we were staying about 2 miles from the start so I hoped on a gigantic touring bike I rented from a local street vender and headed out into the blackness of the early morning through the cold rain.
The transition area was a huge advertisement for a local business that had the foresight to plant their logo on the large white “rain coats” we were given for our bikes. Row after row….over 2000 bikes….of white covers making it look like a giant bike graveyard. I struggled to set up my transition area and stay dry, but quickly gave in to the fact that I would be wet for a very long time. Unlike Ironman North America events we did the traditional transition set up with all of our gear right beside our bike. I laid out my already soaking towel and set up my gear frantically so I could cover it with a trash bag. One more run through in my mind to make sure all is set and I was off to find my family.
They were huddled under a tent by a coffee vendor in the Ironman village, already cold and wet at 6:00 in the morning. “My God, they are the best family on the planet. Angels! I loved you guys. Thanks so much.
We headed for a larger tent and prepped for the swim start……body glide….wetsuit….where the hell is my swim cap?…….It was all a blur. Finally, I had come to the hardest part before any race, saying goodbye to my family. It’s times like these that you really understand how powerful a simple hug can be when you are stripped down to what matters the most.
Imagine filling a coke bottle with as many bumble bees as it will hold. You shake it up to get them real agitated and then pop the top. This was the swim start of Ironman Switzerland. Fortunately I was one of the bees at the top of the bottle neck and I buzzed out like hell! All was going fantastic. I found a very fast pack and settled in. The course was two laps but instead of running up on the beach and jumping back in for lap number 2, we ran up onto a little island off the shore and jumped back in…….very interesting. I focused on my cadence and form playing the new Coldplay song, (Death and all his friends), in my mind like a tempo timer. I felt great….all systems go…and before I knew it, I was on the ramp scrambling for T1 with the best Ironman swim I have ever had, 58 minutes on the nose.
I’ve always used a mantra for my transitions. Something like, “Belt, Helmet, Glasses, Go”. My mantra for this race was a bit different to say the least. Peel the cover off the bike, Take the trash bag off my gear, Arm Warmers, Belt, Helmet, Glasses, Rain Jacket, Go.”
Thank God Jen talked me into wearing a rain jacket. I was of course worried about aerodynamics…OCD Boy…but it saved my life. Out of T1 I just had it tucked in my jersey with the intention of chucking it at the nearest aid station, but I was instantly freezing from the down pour at high speeds on the bike. I struggled to put on the jacket as I rode along and watched rider after rider fly by. Finally I had it on….S%#&!, it’s upside down! I had to pull over and put it on right. This was stop no. 1. Off I go. The first 30km of this race were flat and fast. The pelotons began to form and groups went by me like I was on a tricycle. To be fair though, it wasn’t just pelotons passing me. Let’s just say they grow Jan Ulrichs by the dozen around here. I was very humbled.
Finally I hit 30km where the first climbs started. I put the hammer down and started to pass people like crazy. “Here we go,” I thought. Suddenly I heard an odd sound on each pedal stroke. It sounded like someone sanding a piece of wood. “It’s just your rain jacket rubbing on your race number,” I told myself. “No, it’s your shoe strap hitting the crank, or maybe a spray of water in the cut out from the rain? Ignore it.” I rode hard through the first major climb up to a town called Egg. It seemed much harder than it should have been. At 60km I hit the one station called the special food station. This was the one place on the course you could pick up food or drink like you would with the special needs bags in America, but in this race we were on our own. They got the food/drink out there for you, but I had to stop and find the bag myself. This was stop no. 2. Off I go.
There were more tough climbs ahead. There is that sound again! I was finally forced to face the music. My back break was rubbing. I pulled over and did everything I could think of to get it right. Maybe I can get it clear and then just not use it. This was stop no. 3. Off I go.
Now I hit the first series of descents. They were so steep that we got a penalty if we tried to ride in the aero position. So much for not using the back break! One squeeze and it was already rubbing again. At the bottom of the descents we made our way back towards the start for lap number two, but not before we had the pleasure of climbing heartbreak hill. The crowds were huge here. They helped us up the climb Tour De France style with a tunnel of cheers. Very cool, but as I made my way back to the start to begin lap number 2, I was spent. My legs were already aching. This usually doesn’t happen until much later. I began really questioning if I would go on. I checked my time at the first lap. It was slower than I hoped, but I decided to try one more lap of the bike.
Finally I found a groove again on the 30k flat section on the way back out. If I held perfectly still with no side to side movement, the brake wouldn’t rub. I came up on a peloton of about 15 riders in a perfect line. I jumped out of the saddle to get by and my legs seized up. I fought through it and barely got out ahead of them only to be swallowed up within seconds. They started to pull away. I heard the sound of a motor cycle coming up behind and I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, they would get busted! The officials pulled up next to the riders and blew a whistle simply telling them to spread out. They complied and the official gave a smile and a thumbs up and they motored off without giving any penalties. The motor cycle wasn’t even out of sight yet and the group was already back together. I saw one of the riders look back and smile to his draft buddy. This whole scene knocked the wind right out of my sails. Crime is one thing. Crime with no justice is much worse. Remember goal number 1 above? My Irish temper was boiling! (Again I have to add that I was getting hammered by other non-drafting cyclists though so all excuses should be laid to rest.)
To sum up the rest of the bike….3 more stops to try and fix the rub with no success….and exhaustion trying to hold the pace I had in my mind. By T2 I had gone way too hard and was cooked.
“I’m going to run one lap of the 4 loop run course and quit. I can run at least 10km.” I told myself. Right away I felt my legs protesting. I already felt like I usually do right around mile 13. One lap…..one lap…..one mile…..one kilometer…..one step. I don’t remember anything else from this section of the race except making it around to the start of the 2nd loop. I wanted to walk so bad at this point and I started to get passed like crazy. “That’s it…..I’m done.”
Somehow, I kept running. My mind wasn’t working anymore, but I remember thinking about all of my friends back home that might be checking in on the race. My endurance family…..I can’t let them down. It was time to make a deal with the devil. “I will run the whole second loop and then allow myself to walk to the finish.” I promised.
It was more like a shuffle, but I kept it going to the end of the second loop. I remember this section all too well, as I made it around the corner for the 3rd loop and began to walk. I think I literally heard the sound of my spirit breaking at this point and every part of my soul started to scream and cry. Bring on the demons! And then there was an angel.
It was probably 10 seconds after I started the 3rd loop and Dean ran up beside me. My memory is very fuzzy at this point, but I remember him reminding me of Jen and Bull and Mom and Dad all out there for me. He filled me with everything positive and forced me to block out all of the negative.
For the next 13.1miles my legs cramped with sharp pain on every step, but Dean never left my side. I begged and pleaded for him to leave me and go ahead, but he said he would never leave a friend when they were down. At the aid stations he would get water for me and squeeze a sponge on my head. (The rain finally stopped). He told me when to run and when to walk….. “At the blue sign we will run again. Let’s make it to the street light up there and then walk again.” And on we went. It was ugly. It was hell. I faced demons I never knew existed. But I wasn’t alone and that meant everything. Finally we came to the finish. Dean had two laps left so it was time to split up. I remember shaking his hand and telling him how grateful I was and crying. I’m forever in debt to you brother.
I knew I would see Jen, my rock, just around the corner. She we hold me up, heavy heart and all, as I completely broke down. I tried to cherish the finishing shoot. I slapped every outstretched hand. I gave a smile. I felt every emotion possible. I finished. Check mark in the box.
“Some people create with words or with music or with a brush and paints. I like to make something beautiful when I run. I like to make people stop and say, ‘I’ve never seen anyone run like that before.’ It’s more than just a race, it’s a style. It’s doing something better than anyone else. It’s being creative……A lot of people run a race to see who is fastest. I run to see who has the most guts, who can punish himself into exhausting pace, and then at the end, punish himself even more.” –Steve Prefontaine
I just got off the phone with one of my best friends and training partners. He raced in the USAT World Championships this past weekend and what he told me about the race is what inspired this post.
The venue for the World Championships this year in Vancouver featured the best of the best in the Olympic distance of racing. Unfortunately the weather was bad and the swim had to be cancelled. Instead the athletes raced a 3km run in place of the swim followed by the 40k bike and the final 10k run. My buddy is one of the best runners I have ever seen. His strategy was simple……get in front and out of sight and stay in front.
After the 3k run his plan was right on track. His running prowess put him in the front and he blasted out on the bike. For 3 laps of the 4 lap bike course his strategy was working perfectly. He had the lead and was holding it. On the 4th lap a train of athletes in his group caught him and went by wheel to wheel, heads on a swivel looking for the motorcycles. My friends cycling ability is possibly even better than his running, but the train went by like he was standing still. He could have hooked on to them, but he didn’t. The race was not draft legal.
On the 10k my buddy ran his heart out and closed the gap on the leaders that had passed him on the bike, but by 2k the wheels came off. His incredible effort on the bike was taking a toll. He held on and came in 2nd in his age group and top 10 overall. Top 10 in the world!
A few years from now I won’t remember what place he came in, but what I will always remember is the class and dignity he raced with. I will remember the gutsy performance he put in by pushing himself to absolutely breaking down. He raced like Pre.
Here’s to my friend and all of those who race to see how far they can push themselves……too see how gutsy they can be…….to create a beautiful masterpiece of art with the race…..and to race with class and dignity.
In your time as an endurance athlete, have you had an experience that is uniquely unusual, funny or unbelievable? I have had a few of these stories myself over the years. I have been wanting to put together a compilation of stories of these experiences for years now. Here’s one of my stories…(One draw back to wearing an I-Pod while training)
My Side of the Story…
It was one of those early morning runs. I mean early, like 4:30 am. I headed out for my run on my normal course with my iPod blasting heavy metal in my ears, knowing that there were a few construction sites along the route with port-a-potties. You all know how the digestive system of an endurance athlete is…volatile. So I have to go, and go bad, but I know that there is a port-a-potty up ahead. You know how once your body knows that a toilet is near you kind of have a timer clocking down the seconds until you can take care of business. So I finally get there and it is locked! Are you @#%$ kidding me! I have to go. I start to pound on the door dropping curse words that would make a sailor blush. Who the hell locked the door before they left last night, don’t they know I need to use it. So I decide I am going to break in…what else can I do? I grab a large stick, or small branch and start to try to jimmy the door…
The Other Guy’s Side of the Story…
So I head out for my early run, I don’t normally get up this early, but I am committed to getting healthy and I know exercise is important. I was surprised when I felt the urge to “go”. Thank goodness there was a port-a-potty at a construction site up ahead. I was even more pleased when I found it unlocked. I sit down to take care of business. Not a few seconds later I hear someone come up to the john. Whoever it is tries to open the door and I say “Just a minute, I’ll be right out”. This assurance doesn’t seem to make much difference. They just continue banging on the door, ripping on the handle and cursing like a madman. I’m now shouting…”Give me a minute damn it, I am almost done”. By the way, I am not almost done, I am trying to finish taking care of business, practically giving myself a hernia trying to get it out. Next thing I know I hear whoever it is breaking a tree limb and I’m thinking, this guy is going to try to kill me. It is clearly time to get out of this port-a-potty and run as hard as I can back home, hoping that I can run faster than whoever it is. So, I attempt to make a quick exit while pulling my pants up, hoping to not get clubbed by the branch by this crazy person. I catch a glimpse of the crazy &$%# as I scream past him on my way to safety. He has black tights and long sleeved shirt on with a black stocking cap on his head. What looks like a fanny pack with a water bottle holster on it and ear phones in his ear. He is a clearly demented person, red faced, and violent. “It’s all yours!” I yell, and then I ran my ass off back home, now rethinking my desire to become healthy and fit. Maybe the Stair Master is for me from now on…
Back to my side…
My attempted break in isn’t working even though the Metallica blasting in my ears is driving me on. Suddenly the door flies open and another runner runs out like a grizzly is chasing him. As he sprinted away I hear him yell “it’s all yours man!”
I know this is a crazy long shot, but on the off chance this poor guy is reading my blog, I just have to say I’m so sorry dude.
EPO, Nandrolone, Testosterone, and all of the other new super drugs that they can’t test for yet all have one thing in common…They all help you recover faster than humanly possible. But I believe we can recover almost as well without cheating if we do it perfectly. The catch is that it takes a lot of time and effort that most of us don’t have. Even the best pros in our sport often work full time jobs on the side. But what if we did have all the time we needed? What’s the ultimate recovery strategy? As usual I’m wide open to everyone’s thoughts on this. Here is what I’m thinking so far…..If I had all the time and resources in the world my recovery to do list after a big workout would be:
- Nutrition #1 - After a workout there is a 15 minute window of time when your body will absorb and replace carbohydrates the best. Contrary to popular belief this is the best time to take in simple carbohydrates with a high glycemic index. Personally, I feel the best when I combine these simple carbohydrates with a little of fat and protein as well. My perfect nutrition here is chocolate milk. This is also when I take an amino acid supplement.
- Stretching - Right after you finish your 15 minute nutrition this is the best time to stretch because your muscles are still warm.
- Ice Baths - As soon as you finish stretching it is straight to the ice bath. The colder the better and if you can do it in a Jacuzzi bath that moves the water it is even better. Be sure your wife isn’t home to see you emerge from the bath guys…one word, shrinkage!
- Nutrition #2 - After the ice bath and having gone into hypothermia, your body has probably already soaked up your 15 minute window nutrition and this is the time to put in a relatively good sized meal. Personally, after a very hard day, red meat is a must for me.
- Arnica - After eating I cover myself in this natural anti- inflammatory gel called Arnica. Being sure to really hit the spots that are talking to me the most.
- Udder Cream - I can’t remember a huge workout where I didn’t end up with some kind of chafing. Udder cream, which was originally designed to sooth chafed udders is perfect for this. Nuff said…
- Compression Tights - Okay, so I’m lathered in arnica and udder cream and somehow I manage to squeeze into my compression tights. Ever see the Friends where Ross is trying to get his leather pants back on? Lotion, baby powder and a cell phone…
- Elevation - Finally I get my legs elevated
- Massage - This topic could be its own blog entry. It helps me as much, if not more than all of the above. Get it as often as you possibly can from Jessica Gumkowski.
- Sleep - Our bodies produce growth hormones similar to the nandrolone and testosterone that dopers might use. While sleeping, our bodies go into overdrive producing these human growth hormones (HGH). So the more sleep the more legal steroids. The best rule I’ve heard on the sleep topic came from Mark Allen. For every 60 minutes of intense exercise (that’s z3 or above for my HEP crew) you want to get an additional 20 minutes of sleep beyond your normal amount. Feel free to sleep in your udder cream encrusted tights…
Recovery On The Fly
I have to admit that I very rarely can pull off the above recovery. Usually I’m screeching in from a run or bike and simply worried about showering so I don’t stink for the meeting I’m already late for. In times like these I still do my best to recover. It goes something like this……
I usually have the chocolate milk already made and waiting for me in the fridge so I chug that down as I’m elevating my legs. Even 5 minutes of elevation can help. Then I hustle off to the shower and as soon as I get out and dry off I slather on the Arnica and udder cream and throw on the tights under my work clothes. After this I grab some food….usually last night’s left over amazing food from my killer chef of a wife….. and eat as I drive to my meeting. Finally, if it’s not too awkward, I stretch at work or during my meeting. I’m already used to the funny looks so……..Last, but not least I try as hard as I can to turn in early for bed that night.
One Last Thought on Recovery
My mentors and coaches at the Boulder Center for Sports Medicine have recently helped me to understand that recovery from a workout actually starts before you do the workout, and continues during the workout. Making sure you are hydrated and fueled up well before the workout, and then staying hydrated and fueling properly during the workout is absolutely essential to speeding up recovery after the workout.
Okay everyone……please feel free to send along your recovery tricks. I’m all ears!
Since last weeks posting on mental training I have had a ton of comments, conversations, and e-mails on the topic. My knowledge has definitely grown on the topic. Thanks everybody! I thought I would summarize what I have learned from everyone so far and also share an amazing experience I had on the topic today.
Resting The Mind
We all know that a huge part of training is recovery, and I posed the question of how do we rest our minds. What I have learned so far is that resting the mind doesn’t necessarily mean turning it off. Instead, it means changing it’s focus to something else. The best suggestion I have been given on how to do this is to read a book that has absolutely nothing to do with training or triathlon or even athletics for that matter. I have also found that playing my guitar is perfect for this recovery time.
One of the best suggestions I have been given on this topic is to set realistic goals. This makes so much sense to me because I can remember times when I went into a race or training session with goals that didn’t seem realistic to me and it was a mental nightmare! I wasted so much time and energy worrying about achieving these out of sight goals that it really hurt my performance. On the flip side I can think of times when I have been confident and comfortable with my goals going into a race or training session and it made all the difference. Don’t get me wrong. I think it’s important to set goals that are a little bit out of reach, but not so completely out of sight that they end up causing anxiety.
Focus On The Process and Stay In The Moment
This was by far the most common suggestion I have heard. It came in many different forms.
Don’t concern yourself with others around you. You have enough to worry about…….. When it starts to hurt I pretend I am in a bubble, and try to keep anything and everything from entering that bubble……..Focus on the present. Right here, right now……Focus on your performance alone…….Focus on the process. It’s very simply swimming, turning the pedals over and putting one foot in front of the other. Nothing else…….Keep your head in the boat.
I love this last one. It came from a very close friend of mine that was a rower in high school. Her coach would urge them to not look over at the competition, but focus only on what is going on right there in the boat. Every thought about the other boats, every glance over, only takes energy away from the power you are putting into your strokes.
A Big Slice of Humble Pie
I had an experience today in training where I had to tell myself over and over again to “keep my head in the boat.” I was doing a supplemental oxygen workout on the treadmill at the Boulder Center for Sports Medicine and I felt really good. I was really excited and confident about the workout. I was almost done with the warm up and getting ready to do the main set when this guy got on the treadmill right beside me and proceeded to show me what running is really all about. I could tell he was super fit, but I couldn’t believe how fast he was running! Here I was feeling like I was going to tear it up with my intervals, and this guy was making me look like I was jogging. Needless to say, I had a very hard time keeping my focus on my workout. In fact, I started to let negative thoughts creep in my mind and the confidence I started with was now doubt. I fought it off and did my best on the intervals. I think I even told myself out loud at one point to keep my head in the boat. I finished the workout with some of the best numbers I have ever put up. As I was cooling down, Paul and I were chatting and I said, “man that guy was ripping my legs off!” Paul told me he was running at 12.8mi/hr!!!!! Holy #@$%! “Who the heck was that?” I asked. Paul informed me that I had just run shoulder to shoulder with Bevan Docherty, the 2004 Olympic Silver medalist in triathlon! I have watched that race so many times on an old VHS tape I have. Bevan just barely got edged out of the Gold by 7seconds by his training mate Hamish Carter. I was elated! Now I can always say I ran a ripping 10k workout side by side with Bevan Docherty! I might leave out the part that we were on treadmills!
I’ve always been very apprehensive about diving into the mental aspect of endurance athletics. Every time I think about it I picture myself lying on a couch in a psychologists’ office delving deeper and deeper into my mind and trying to find out what draws me towards Ironman. Frankly, the idea of finding out scares the hell out of me! I’m afraid of letting Pandora out of the box. I know I love this sport with all my heart and I have some deep reserve of motivation to be the best. Why should I question this? Recently I’ve had a paradigm shift on this topic. I’m finally realizing, I can go ahead and leave Pandora in the box, but still use my mind to improve my abilities in this sport. It’s not about analyzing what’s going on in my head, it’s about building my mind like a muscle. It’s training, not analyzing. My coach, Neal Henderson, opened my eyes to this fact by explaining that my body alone can only take me so far. I can’t just train my body to perfection and expect everything to automatically fall into place on race day just because I’m physically fit. It’s like trying to run a high performance Indy car with the battery out of a go-cart.
Okay…….so how in the heck do you train the mind? I definitely don’t have the perfect answer to this question, but I’m finally starting to work on it. I figured this blog would be a perfect place to start my stream of thoughts on the matter. I apologize in advance if the following seems to be rambling and disconnected. PLEASE feel free to send along your comments and ideas as I am basically starting from scratch here and welcome all the input I can get.
What does a fit mind look like?…..Here is what I have learned so far.
- 1. Attitude absolutely controls the way the body feels.A perfect example…….one of my very close friends raced her tail off on Saturday in a Duathlon and then turned right around and nailed a 23mile long run on Sunday because she decided in her mind that she would feel good and it would go well. This same friend taught me one of my favorite sayings…..”Negative thoughts will not help a negative situation”
- 2. Humans have the ability to get into an almost trance like state during times of peak performance. Many refer to this place as “The Zone.” I always think of Michael Jordan here. He would find this zone and it was impossible for him to miss. He would just look up at the crowd and shrug as if to say “I have no idea where this is coming from????”
- 3. Confidence is a huge part of the minds ability to produce peak performance. My dad used to always tell me that success breeds success. It’s so true! Just look at the Rockies last season. It was all about momentum and confidence.
- 4. Game day routine is very important.I read a story about Jerry Rice’s pre game rituals. They were insanely precise, but they seemed to be the trigger that put him in his zone.
- 5. Visualization plays a huge part in performance. This topic was my very first blog entry. I truly believe that if a person can visualize something well enough, the mind will not know the difference between the thoughts and actually doing the action.
- 6. The mind responds dramatically to cues given by the senses. A U2 song, the smell of a wetsuit, the sight of the Flat Irons, a mantra I say to myself, the taste of a power gel, the feel of the water……these all cause huge reactions in my mind and thus cause another huge reaction in my body. These cues can be controlled and used to our advantage.
- 7. A relaxed and calm mind seems to be the best. Every account I have read about a person finding “The Zone” mentions something about being very relaxed or calm or in a trance. Mark Allen often speaks of getting his mind to be completely quiet. No thoughts.
Periodization of the mind?????
My first instinct when thinking of actually training my mind is to train it exactly as I would train my body. I spend countless hours on setting up very precise periodization for my physical training, so why not do the same for mental training. But what would that look like? I’m picturing an athlete saying, “I’m in the base phase of my mental training.” What would the taper phase look like?
My basic definition of periodization is to play volume and intensity against each other in a very precise way in order to cause peak fitness at a certain time. Very generally, this means gradually building volume and intensity together and then at some point dropping the volume off while the intensity continues to climb.
How would volume and intensity be measured when training the mind? Maybe volume is as simple as measuring the amount of time you spend doing mental training. For intensity, maybe it’s a measure of how specific you are. For example, maybe low intensity mental training is just thinking generally about a race, where as very intense mental training is being able to see, hear, taste, touch, and smell every little last detail as you visualize a race.
We have recovery days and rest days in our plans. What does this mean on the mental side of things? Sleeping is my first thought for resting the mind, but what about during the day? Personally, I feel like every day for my mind right now is a 20mile track workout with a main set of 60×400m in Z5 with 5 seconds rest! Okay…..that’s an exaggeration, but I don’t feel like I let my mind “rest” enough. So how do I sit my mind on the couch?
I have a feeling this is going to be a huge can of worms. I’m wide open for suggestions! Until next time, shop at trisports.com using my discount code chowie-s, eat more powerbar, and tell your endurance family
When I did my first big triathlon back in the summer of 1997 I think only 6 people close to me knew about it, including my parents. This was the beginning of my amazing support system in the sport of triathlon. This past weekend as I competed in the Half Ironman in St Croix, I was blown away by how much this support system has grown. I’m truly blessed, and I know this endurance family is the reason for all the success I have had so far. Those same 6 people are still the core of my support, but now the family has grown beyond my wildest imagination. Here is a small glimpse into the family from my perspective followed by a recap of the race.
On Monday before the race, Dean called me up to have Jen and Bull and I over for dinner. We have a tradition going now that he always has us over before the big races for dinner followed by his amazing Banana’s Foster! Just the beginning of my Carb Load I guess. Thanks Man!
Another absolute must before a big race for me is to see Jess for a massage. Even though I screwed up and scheduled one with her for Wednesday, (the day we were leaving), she totally rearranged her schedule to get me in on Tuesday AM. Jess is so good that most people have to book with her a month in advance, but she knew how important it was to me. Thanks Jess!
BJ sent me one of the best quotes ever a couple days before the race. We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit. - Aristotle Perfect! I needed that bad. Thanks man!
Two weeks before the race I was just finishing a treadmill workout at the Boulder Center for Sports medicine, and Sean, the bike fitting expert there, came over. He had a cancellation that day and spent the next hour with me doing a full on 3D bike fit totally on the house. The same week Paul did a bike LT test for me and Neal spent a huge chunk of his time talking race strategy with me. Thanks guys!
My parents, who haven’t missed a big race since that first one back in 1997, came down Tuesday night to go to the race with us. What blows me away about them coming to this race was that they had a big competition with their students in Cheyenne on Tuesday morning. This meant that when we finally made it back to Denver on Monday morning around 1:00AM they had to jump right in the car and drive to Cheyenne. I could write a book on everything they do on race week for me, but this shows the great lengths they go to.
My amazing wife Jen handled all of the travel arrangements. She packed for all of us. She made all the special meals that keep me running at my best. She was my councilor as always through the tension of race week…….she put up with this building tension. I can’t possibly say enough here. This is just a snowflake falling on the tip of the iceberg. Thanks babe!
Lisa always makes sure that we get together somehow before the big races. We met at Colorado multisport the night before we left. Lisa was picking up her sweet new Kuota! I talked her into an aero helmet too, but she insisted that I take the new hard case for the helmet with me for my helmet and she gave the coolest card. Thanks Lisa!
I had endless e-mails and phone calls and text messages and cards from team HEP. Mike, and Kristina, and Ryan, and Prinzel, and Leanne, and Amy, and……..it’s a never ending list…….thanks so much guys!
Barry Siff was at the race to cover the action for 4 different tri magazines. He was out there cheering for me all day and as soon as I finished he was instantly in the med tent to congratulate me and take pictures. Later that night he had already sent me the pictures. Thanks Barry!
Okay, I know I probably went overboard here, but I’m so grateful for my support system. I love my endurance family! Now about the race…….
The wind was blowing at about 20 knots at the beginning of the swim. To say the water was rough is a definite under statement. Many times I could hardly spot the buoys because the waves were so high. Luckily I found some good feet to follow and held on to a high Z3 to low Z4 feel. All engines were firing well and I came out with a good group. Heading into T1 the bike racks were still pretty full. That’s what I like to see! I fumbled a bit getting my arm coolers on there, but I think they definitely paid off in the end.
The bike course in St Croix is by far the hardest course I have ever done. It was even harder this time as the rain clouds moved in. By 8 miles as we zipped through the very skinny streets of St. Croix the road had become very slick. My back wheel slid out and I have no idea how I didn’t go down! I definitely learned my lesson there. Finally we exited town and started hitting some of the big hills. All of the riders around me were attacking like we were doing a sprint triathlon! I went with them the best I could. Just before we hit the Beast, we had covered 30km in 48 minutes! Whoa!!!!! We are going way too hard here. Finally on the beast, which was brutal, I let them go. I knew I was riding too hard and I didn’t want to risk too much on the descent. Instantly they put about 2 miles on me and I was suddenly riding all alone. Then came the down pour. The skies opened up and I was riding through puddles deeper than my 1080 rim. ”Stay calm…..stay calm……ease up…….good pedal form” I talked to myself out load. Finally the rain died down and I reached the last 30km of the course. This is where you really earn it in St. Croix. There isn’t a single stretch of road in this last section that doesn’t have crazy hills or winding descents. Holding a rhythm is incredibly hard. Finally about mile 50 or so, the riders that got away from me came back into sight and I managed to get by them. I have to admit though, as I went into T2 I was very scared about how hard I had just gone on the bike. It was by far the biggest effort I have ever given in a half Ironman. Come on running legs!
When I through on my shoes I glanced down my age group rack and only saw one bike. Okay……I’ve got one to catch! Following Neal’s strategy that has paid off so many time in the past I really held back for the first 5k. “Patience…..patience…….patience” I worked really hard to get my nutrition in and find a groove. At 5k I was finding a good rhythm. At mile 4 I finally passed someone, and I was pretty sure he had a 30 on his leg! “Okay……I’m in the lead! Stay calm….hold pace……not too hard yet!” Finally, I hit the turn around back in town and headed out for the second loop. About one minute after the turn around I saw the 2nd and 3rd place guys in my age group heading toward the turn around and they looked pretty good. Without even thinking I raised my pace. It actually kind of caught me by surprise! “Okay….this is the pace now. Hold on!” My family is hugely important at this point in a race. My Dad always makes sure he get’s to the 1mile left point. My Mom heads out about a quarter mile from the finish and Jen and Gray are right at the finish. Finally!……I see my day at 1 to go. My form is totally breaking down and the pedal is on the floor. I started counting steps here. 300 steps at a time and then start over. There was Jen and Gray at the finish, but cruelly there is one last turn through town. At this point I was looking behind me every 10 steps. There was my mom! The streets were packed with locals all giving me high fives and the sound of the crowd was amazing! An extra big high five to mom, a quick point to the sky for Rocky, and then the line and Jen and Gray.