So its been a while since I've updated........Partly because i'm lazy, and partly because i've been busy as hell. The whole detour thing is what has kept me busy. So lemme tell you about it.....
Over winter break the track coach from Piedmont called me and said he was willing to work with my cycling if i ran for them. Now at the time I was just riding, living at home , and working at Kmart. I love my house and my family, not to mention the area I train in, but I have lived in Dalton, Georgia my whole life. So it was time for me to get a way. So after a twenty minuete conversation with the track coach, I packed up and hit the road.
So here I am in Demorist, GA going to college and running a few times a week. The coach has been great working with cycling. In fact I was able to run at practice last week, and still manage 20hrs total on the bike. Demorist is like 20 miles south of Helen, so its in the heart of the North GA mountains. The terrian is stunning. It's ironic that I stayed away from running in college because I thought It would keep my pinned down and limit my cycling, but actually I feel free as ever. I'm riding and running more then I ever have, and I'm fitter then I've ever been. Oh yea that whole thing they call college isn't so bad either!
I'll keep it posted,
aj
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Sunday, December 20, 2009
RE-CHARGING THE BATTERIES!
So its been a long season. I went from cycling to training for a freaking ironman. And that was in November! I took like 4 days off after ironman but that was it. Needless to say come December my motivation wasnt at an all time high, and my legs were dead. So in order to charge my batteries me and my brother and a few good friends went on a cruise. 5 days of soaking up the sun and getting fatter then hell! So my fitness is low but my motivation is high. Ready to kill it for 2010!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Off Season Race Season
So its the good ole off season. I'm back to full time base training on the bike....But to keep things interesting through the off season I have been doing some running races. I just recentley won a 5k in my home town......It felt good to win a longer running race. I have had success on the track but not so much in the 5k distance.
Here is the article on the race from our newpaper:
Meyer, Nieto win Silver Bell titles
By Doug HawleyDaily Citizen Correspondent
Rarely do two teenage runners emerge overall winners of an area road race, but that happened Friday night in the seventh annual Silver Bell Sprint.A.J. Meyer, 18, a 2009 Northwest Whitfield High graduate, and Dalton High junior Carina Nieto, 16, claimed the primary prizes for the 5K race.Meyer covered the 3.1-mile distance, which started and ended at City Park School, in a quick 17 minutes and 8 seconds to win. Nieto winning time was 20:08.“I took the lead for good at 1 1/2 miles,” said Meyer, a Class 4A state 1,600 meter champion last spring and promising cyclist. “Tonight was the first time this week that I’ve run. I ride my bike a lot.”Manuel Ferrer, 38 of Dalton, who has won most area races entered this year, settled for the runner-up spot behind Meyer in 17:29.“I’m taking a semester off to work,” the slender 6-1, 150-pound Meyer said. “Since last year was my first year to run track, the colleges didn’t know anything about me. I still would like to run in college.”Nieto, who led the Dalton cross country girls into the Class 4A state meet, was elated with her performance.“My goal was to break 20:12, which had been my personal record,” Nieto said. “I was able to do that, though I got stomach cramps on the last mile. I tried to stay positive.”Shelley Taylor, 22, a former Northwest High state distance champion and more recently a University of Tennessee at Chattanooga stalwart, was second in 20:28.“I paced myself off Shelley,” Nieto said. “I passed her over the last 800 meters.”Rounding out the males’ top five were Adam Dodson, 17:48; Josh Stanley, 17:59; and Isaac Pacheco, 18:00.Trailing the top two females included Melissa Ortiz, 20:59; Margie Bruner, 22:37; and Julie Simmons, 22:41. From unofficial reports, the event attracted record participation.“There were between 550 and 600 people running,” said Mark Marlowe, president of sponsoring Big Brothers Big Sisters. “It’s the most that we’ve had in my five years. I think that it’s more than they had in the earliest years. This was a very successful event. I thank all of the people who came out to support this wonderful event.”
Here is the article on the race from our newpaper:
Meyer, Nieto win Silver Bell titles
By Doug HawleyDaily Citizen Correspondent
Rarely do two teenage runners emerge overall winners of an area road race, but that happened Friday night in the seventh annual Silver Bell Sprint.A.J. Meyer, 18, a 2009 Northwest Whitfield High graduate, and Dalton High junior Carina Nieto, 16, claimed the primary prizes for the 5K race.Meyer covered the 3.1-mile distance, which started and ended at City Park School, in a quick 17 minutes and 8 seconds to win. Nieto winning time was 20:08.“I took the lead for good at 1 1/2 miles,” said Meyer, a Class 4A state 1,600 meter champion last spring and promising cyclist. “Tonight was the first time this week that I’ve run. I ride my bike a lot.”Manuel Ferrer, 38 of Dalton, who has won most area races entered this year, settled for the runner-up spot behind Meyer in 17:29.“I’m taking a semester off to work,” the slender 6-1, 150-pound Meyer said. “Since last year was my first year to run track, the colleges didn’t know anything about me. I still would like to run in college.”Nieto, who led the Dalton cross country girls into the Class 4A state meet, was elated with her performance.“My goal was to break 20:12, which had been my personal record,” Nieto said. “I was able to do that, though I got stomach cramps on the last mile. I tried to stay positive.”Shelley Taylor, 22, a former Northwest High state distance champion and more recently a University of Tennessee at Chattanooga stalwart, was second in 20:28.“I paced myself off Shelley,” Nieto said. “I passed her over the last 800 meters.”Rounding out the males’ top five were Adam Dodson, 17:48; Josh Stanley, 17:59; and Isaac Pacheco, 18:00.Trailing the top two females included Melissa Ortiz, 20:59; Margie Bruner, 22:37; and Julie Simmons, 22:41. From unofficial reports, the event attracted record participation.“There were between 550 and 600 people running,” said Mark Marlowe, president of sponsoring Big Brothers Big Sisters. “It’s the most that we’ve had in my five years. I think that it’s more than they had in the earliest years. This was a very successful event. I thank all of the people who came out to support this wonderful event.”
Monday, November 23, 2009
Hunter's Ironman Race Report
IM Florida 2009
The long journey to completing my first Ironman began about a year and a day (Nov 2008), before the actual race. A.J. and I knew that Dad was going to sign up and we thought that it would be pretty cool to say that we have completed an Ironman also. So on that morning following the 2008 race we all sat at our laptops ready to register not really understanding what the hell we were getting in to. I graduated high school as a fairly accomplished basketball player at Northwest Whitfield High. I had scored over 1,000 points in my career and was the forth leading scorer all-time. In 2007-08 I attended the University of the South "Sewanee" to play basketball. After a year of the rigorous academic demands at Sewanee, I decided that it would be best to concentrate on my aspirations to attend medical school, so I gave up playing basketball. During my second year at Sewanee, I spent much more time in the books and less time engaging in any physical exercise. My grades were on the rise, however my lifestyle was nothing to be proud of. At this point in time, I was 5'11" about 183lbs- About the only physical activity I engaged in was weightlifting and occasionally pick-up basketball. It was at this point that I decided that I wasn't ready to grow up yet. Med school and the real world could wait. I missed competing. These thoughts and the timing of Ironman Florida registration led to the "knee-jerk" reaction to register that would ultimately change my life. As soon as we registered I started doing short rides with A.J. and Dad, maybe 2 hours maximum and mostly on the weekends. About 2 months after registration I broke my ankle while ice-skating in Boone, NC. As I lay on the ice I remember saying to A.J., "shit, there goes ironman." Luckily Dad is a physical therapist so he got me back on my feet in about 6 weeks. Needless to say, it was March and I was back where I started 180 lbs. As I picked training up and the summer rolled around, I started to watch my eating a little bit. Between the increased training and my 9-5 job in rug mill, I had lost about 20 lbs and now weighed 162lbs-(still a big guy in our household). During the late summer, the workouts really increased in distance. I was running 15 miles, cycling 80, and swimming 1 1/2 hrs at 5:30 a.m.. It was this training that I remember most. During a long ride (3hrs), I would be turning myself inside out trying to stay on A.J.'s wheel while he would be soft-pedaling and talking to Dad. There would be times at the end of rides where I would tell them "go on and get you workout in. I can find my way back home." Not once did they ever take me up on that and It's a good thing, because I didn't know where the hell we were. They would slow down and ask me questions like, "Are you sick? Are you bonking? Need something to Eat?" In their eyes there had to be a problem. It didn't occur to them that I might just be exhausted and that normal people don't ride bicycles at 25 mph for 3 hrs! Training rides like this one were absolutely miserable and sometimes I couldn't wait for IM to be over with. I was sick at waking up at 5 a.m., running and ridding 2-3 days a week, and most of all not being able to drink sweet tea! But before I knew it we were making final preparations for the trip to Panama. Equipment check, functional workouts,etc... There were a little anxiety when we got there but that was buffered by the atmosphere created by my Uncle Pat and Ben- two former IM Florida finisher, as well as other family members that came down!
The Race
As A.J., Dad, and I woke at 4:45 race morning, Dad told us that he was sick and wouldn't be racing today. A.J. and I immediately tried to talk him into racing, but as we would come to find out even the slightest of problems can be the cause for a long day. It wasn't until we were standing on the beach in our wetsuits looking into the water that it hit me, "Dad wasn't here." For the better part of a year, the old man had been in the pool most mornings, rode 3X as much as me, and ran 3X more than me and A.J. combined. In our eyes, he was most likely going to Kona, but now something as small as the cold has robbed him of all that he worked so hard for. It was definitely an emotional start, but as soon as the gun fired, I remembered Dad's most important advice, "Focus and stick to the plan." The "plan" for the swim was to survive. I wanted to avoid getting kicked or having my goggles ripped off. As all 2000+ people charged into the gulf, all hell broke loose. It felt like I was swimming in a washing machine. As soon as the swim broke up a little bit, I was able to get into a rhythm and finished it in 1:25. When I mounted on my bike, I remember that the "plan" was to get my HR down and then stay in a designated HRZ for the majority of the bike leg. I was able to control my HR for the most part, and finished with a avg of 19.8 mph. When I got off the bike and looked at the clock, all I needed was a 4 hr. marathon to finish at 11:00! So I started the run leg very conservatively. When I was approaching the 3 mile marker, I passed A.J. coming the opposite way at the 10 mile marker! I knew now that if his legs could hold up that he might go to Kona. Seeing him flying inspired me to pick it up a little bit -a huge mistake! After I jogged the majority of the first 13 miles, the second half was a majority walk with a little bit of jog. I finished the marathon in like 5 1/2 hr giving me a finishing time of 12:34. As I crossed the line It wasn't a sense of relief that I felt, instead a culmination of all the torturous, yet wonderful days that me, my brother , and my dad spent together training for this day passed though my mind. I thought about how much I enjoyed the hard days of training, the 5 a.m. wake-ups, and the adventure of the testing the limits of my mind and body. Some people look to Heaven for a life changing experience, but my life changing experience occurred along a road though a "wonderful hell" alongside my brother and Dad. An experience that I will never forget.
The long journey to completing my first Ironman began about a year and a day (Nov 2008), before the actual race. A.J. and I knew that Dad was going to sign up and we thought that it would be pretty cool to say that we have completed an Ironman also. So on that morning following the 2008 race we all sat at our laptops ready to register not really understanding what the hell we were getting in to. I graduated high school as a fairly accomplished basketball player at Northwest Whitfield High. I had scored over 1,000 points in my career and was the forth leading scorer all-time. In 2007-08 I attended the University of the South "Sewanee" to play basketball. After a year of the rigorous academic demands at Sewanee, I decided that it would be best to concentrate on my aspirations to attend medical school, so I gave up playing basketball. During my second year at Sewanee, I spent much more time in the books and less time engaging in any physical exercise. My grades were on the rise, however my lifestyle was nothing to be proud of. At this point in time, I was 5'11" about 183lbs- About the only physical activity I engaged in was weightlifting and occasionally pick-up basketball. It was at this point that I decided that I wasn't ready to grow up yet. Med school and the real world could wait. I missed competing. These thoughts and the timing of Ironman Florida registration led to the "knee-jerk" reaction to register that would ultimately change my life. As soon as we registered I started doing short rides with A.J. and Dad, maybe 2 hours maximum and mostly on the weekends. About 2 months after registration I broke my ankle while ice-skating in Boone, NC. As I lay on the ice I remember saying to A.J., "shit, there goes ironman." Luckily Dad is a physical therapist so he got me back on my feet in about 6 weeks. Needless to say, it was March and I was back where I started 180 lbs. As I picked training up and the summer rolled around, I started to watch my eating a little bit. Between the increased training and my 9-5 job in rug mill, I had lost about 20 lbs and now weighed 162lbs-(still a big guy in our household). During the late summer, the workouts really increased in distance. I was running 15 miles, cycling 80, and swimming 1 1/2 hrs at 5:30 a.m.. It was this training that I remember most. During a long ride (3hrs), I would be turning myself inside out trying to stay on A.J.'s wheel while he would be soft-pedaling and talking to Dad. There would be times at the end of rides where I would tell them "go on and get you workout in. I can find my way back home." Not once did they ever take me up on that and It's a good thing, because I didn't know where the hell we were. They would slow down and ask me questions like, "Are you sick? Are you bonking? Need something to Eat?" In their eyes there had to be a problem. It didn't occur to them that I might just be exhausted and that normal people don't ride bicycles at 25 mph for 3 hrs! Training rides like this one were absolutely miserable and sometimes I couldn't wait for IM to be over with. I was sick at waking up at 5 a.m., running and ridding 2-3 days a week, and most of all not being able to drink sweet tea! But before I knew it we were making final preparations for the trip to Panama. Equipment check, functional workouts,etc... There were a little anxiety when we got there but that was buffered by the atmosphere created by my Uncle Pat and Ben- two former IM Florida finisher, as well as other family members that came down!
The Race
As A.J., Dad, and I woke at 4:45 race morning, Dad told us that he was sick and wouldn't be racing today. A.J. and I immediately tried to talk him into racing, but as we would come to find out even the slightest of problems can be the cause for a long day. It wasn't until we were standing on the beach in our wetsuits looking into the water that it hit me, "Dad wasn't here." For the better part of a year, the old man had been in the pool most mornings, rode 3X as much as me, and ran 3X more than me and A.J. combined. In our eyes, he was most likely going to Kona, but now something as small as the cold has robbed him of all that he worked so hard for. It was definitely an emotional start, but as soon as the gun fired, I remembered Dad's most important advice, "Focus and stick to the plan." The "plan" for the swim was to survive. I wanted to avoid getting kicked or having my goggles ripped off. As all 2000+ people charged into the gulf, all hell broke loose. It felt like I was swimming in a washing machine. As soon as the swim broke up a little bit, I was able to get into a rhythm and finished it in 1:25. When I mounted on my bike, I remember that the "plan" was to get my HR down and then stay in a designated HRZ for the majority of the bike leg. I was able to control my HR for the most part, and finished with a avg of 19.8 mph. When I got off the bike and looked at the clock, all I needed was a 4 hr. marathon to finish at 11:00! So I started the run leg very conservatively. When I was approaching the 3 mile marker, I passed A.J. coming the opposite way at the 10 mile marker! I knew now that if his legs could hold up that he might go to Kona. Seeing him flying inspired me to pick it up a little bit -a huge mistake! After I jogged the majority of the first 13 miles, the second half was a majority walk with a little bit of jog. I finished the marathon in like 5 1/2 hr giving me a finishing time of 12:34. As I crossed the line It wasn't a sense of relief that I felt, instead a culmination of all the torturous, yet wonderful days that me, my brother , and my dad spent together training for this day passed though my mind. I thought about how much I enjoyed the hard days of training, the 5 a.m. wake-ups, and the adventure of the testing the limits of my mind and body. Some people look to Heaven for a life changing experience, but my life changing experience occurred along a road though a "wonderful hell" alongside my brother and Dad. An experience that I will never forget.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
IRONMAN
So its over.......Wow! That was one hell of an experience. I had no clue how much this event would end up meaning to me. Its very hard to put the race and its impact into words, but I guess i'll start by giving a recap of the race. The swim wasn't as bad as I imagined it would be giving that 3000 people started at once. My goal was to swim under 1:10, I was well on my way to beating that until someone knocked my chip around my ankle loose. I tried to put it back on in the water but when the didn't work i just clinched on to it and resumed swimming. Despite the hectic events I came out of the water at 1:08...Not such a bad swim considering I started swimming in August. I took the transitions very slowly since this was my first ironman and finishing was my primary goal. So once I got onto the bike I was hammering trying to make up time. I did the first 40k in less then an hr. Which was a very fast start but I knew I had to make up some time......Towards mile 80 I started to pay for such a fast start but by backing it off and getting some fuel in my body I was able to bounce back quickly. The last twenty miles I just settled into a good pace that didn't waste me for the marathon. So I got off the bike feeling decent, and set out onto the marathon. This is where I made my most crucial mistake of the day. All the excitement got to me and I ran the first mile at 6:30. Now you would think since I had a watch on that I would have backed off drastically. Nope. 2 mile split- 13 something, 5k 20 something. Even at 4miles I was still sub 7min pace. I honestly don't know what the hell I was thinking. Anyways it went downhill from there. Around mile 11 is when I resorted to a strategy off walking a min. then running 5. This continued until around the 30k mark, where I got a second wind and ran the rest of the way to finish with like a 3:55 split in the marathon. With that run I ended up finishing with a time of 10:06....I'll take it for my first ironman.
This was by far the hardest physical thing I have ever done. And as hard as it was physically it might have been more hard mentally. The feeling of finishing one of these things is incredible. But whats more, is the journey everyone went on the finish. The past three months of training where just as special to me as the event was. Especially since I had my dad and brother to train with. I could go on and on about this great event, but words really don't do it justice. I highly recommend seeing one in person. Or doing the event.
So that's my race report. My brother who has an incredible story of losing 20lbs and going from a college bball player to an ironman in one year finished with a great 1st time of like 12:40. Maybe I can get him to write up a report for the blog. Unfortunately my dad was unable to compete due to getting sick the night before.....very sad, because training with him i knew he was in the best shape of his life and would've for sure podiumed in his age group........oh yea I ended up third in my age group........Well thats all. Looking forward to some chill time now,
lata
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
For the power junkies
This is a little insight as to what training for an ironman requires. Not to mention the 1hr transition run that followed it this ride. As you can see a proper training ride for this distance requires you to hammer the whole time but remain steady. The differance between my peak 2hr power and peak 4hr power was 10watts. The total avg. power for this ride was 237watts for 90 miles in 4hrs on a hilly route. I hope to have a similar avg. power during ironman, but a faster avg. speed given that the course is flatter.
Rides like this make me look forward to cycling'ss base training!
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