Tim Ferriss is a madman. He admits as much in his new book "The 4 Hour Body". But after devouring the book like a well cooked prime cut rib eye, I realized, this guy is absolutely one hundred percent, nuts. And I think its awesome.
Now, I know all of about 4 people read this blog, and no one asked me to give an official review of the book, but for those who know me, ever since I got my hands on a copy, I haven't put it down. I use it as my reference guide for everything, particularly in the world of health and fitness. And, in typical Guy Petruzzelli fashion, I was skeptical about the book even before it came out.
I knew of its coming release about 2 weeks before it hit shelves. That was in large part due to Brian MacKenzie and his involvement in the book. Brian sent me the "trailer" to the book, (fyi - very cool if you haven't seen it - go to www.thefourhour body.com), and I was intrigued. It featured Brian and other high level athletes doing extraordinary things in small clips. But I'm not a big "self-help book" fan, in fact, I tried reading 2 of those "world renowned" self help books and couldn't make it half way through. To me, they are akin to people needing a life coach - if you think a book is going to help you deal with life, what happens when life throws you a curve? What if its not covered in "the book"? Do they have a hotline you can call? Anyway, you can sense my sarcasm, and it comes from deep inside, instilled when I was young. My outlook on life is best described by Dennis Miller in his most recent stand up HBO special -"Life is tough, wear a cup". So yes, I was skeptical that this might be a slightly cooler variation of a self-help book. I couldn't have been further off if I tried.
First off, the author, Tim Ferriss, is very upfront and honest about his methods, his research, everything. And he encourages readers not to take what he says as gospel. However, what he is saying is that there is a better way to achieve great health that is outside the norm of what has been preached to everyone who walks into a health club. And to get there, like anything that's worth doing, it takes a leap of faith. The book is not written as a challenge, actually in reading it I get the impression that here is a guy who spent over 10 years conducting experiments, researching, basically working his tail off, and simply wants to share his knowledge with the world. He just wants to pull back the curtain on all the tried and true weight loss, get quick fit bs. And he does so, very unapologetically. But he never demands his reader to do anything - you can take it and try it, or toss it aside. See, he knows what he's got, and what's in the book, but he isn't jamming it down anyone's throat. Because he doesn't benefit from you getting fitter or healthier. He simply lays it out and the rest is truly up to you.
Think about this for a second. Why have fad diets and fad workouts failed? Why do people constantly search for "the next best thing" when it comes to health, but never take the time to really look at what it is they are doing? Because its fleeting, there is no permancy to it, and it is all designed to be temporary. How often do you hear, particularly around this time of the year, " I really want to drop 10 lbs before that New Year's party, so I tried this pill, juice, fasting, - i.e. crap"? And let's say the person achieves the goal. On January 1, I would bet that person is well on the way to re-gaining that 10, and then some. Tim's info is designed for life. But the beauty part, if you fall off the wagon, he explains how to GET BACK ON. No hotline to call, no need to panic if you go on a 3 week bender of glutony, Tim has written the book fully expecting all this to happen. Because he was his best test subject. He knows we will fall at times, but there is a way back up.
So yes, Tim Ferriss is a madman. But he's also a genius. He walks that fine line between both worlds and lets the reader in on both. My introduction to Tim has come from the recent cast of characters that I am honored to call my friends - BMack, Kelly Starrett, Doug, Bryan Diaz, Nate Aye, and John Conquest. The last 4 months have been eye-opening for me, and absolutely fascinating. The book is only one part. The thirst for knowledge, and willingness to be my own lab rat has me more excited than ever. When last visiting with my parents, they noticed this shift - the former hypochondriac son, who fretted over everything was looking forward to learning how to hold his breath under water for 5 minutes. And the change is simple, I learned it from my grandmother - the minute you stop learning, you stop living. So kudos to Tim Ferriss and all who helped in the book. Go get yourself a copy and start living the way you want to. Leave the self-help stuff for the fireplace.
Stay Strong,
Guy
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Not another fairytale ending
This past weekend I headed south, to tackle a marathon and put a big punctuation mark on my comeback from surgery just a 5 short months ago. The training was good, the nutrition was solid, I was mentally in a good place. Having spent time with Nate and John out of Crossfit DuPage, following Jen's plan, with Bmack's guidance along the way, I was confident no matter the circumstances, I was getting to that "indestructible" form that every athlete seeks.
I knew the weather would be cooler, and that plays to my strengths, always having done well in the cold. Until Sunday, December 19, 2010. The "Run the Ranch" Marathon, in Springfield, MO, made me realize that I was still human and had a little more healing to do.
As the race started, it was about 40 degrees, with decent winds. Actually, it was a pretty decent day. And as the race began, I felt great, clicking along comfortably through the first of 8 loops, sitting pretty in 3rd place. My legs were fresh, and responding well. But as I came through the 4 mile marker, I noticed something wasn't right. My right shoulder felt stiff, stiffer than normal, and rather cold. I was in a singlet, figuring it was the smartest move clothing wise. But as the race went on, I realized it was a mistake. The cold, wind, and my sweat, began to freeze that metal plate and screws which sat just below my skin. Now, I have thick skin, but not thick enough to keep out the cold. By mile 6, I knew there was a serious problem. My shoulder was clicking, and locking up. Loop 2 had me grimacing and gritting teeth, reminded of a pain I hadn't felt in almost 5 full months.
Mentally, I figured I could muscle through it, keep moving the shoulder, warm it up, loosen it up, anything, but the wind howled, and by mile 9, my shoulder had shut down. I couldn't move it in any direction that wouldn't cause shooting pain through my shoulder to my neck. The human body being an amazing machine, was already in protect mode, the muscles around the right clavicle starting to tighten up around the clavicle now causing me to hunch to one side and run lop-sided. But I was not willing to give up, still running really well, sitting in 3rd. In a marathon. 30 seconds off the leader. But this time, it wasn't meant to be.
By the half-way mark, I was toast. The pain was blinding now, and I stopped to puke after a seriously hard wave of it hit me. I had to make a choice - risk doing some really serious damage that might require my doctor to go back in, or call it a day, get warm, and get home. I chose the smart path, I jogged to a stop, took off my chip, and immediately looked for the med tent to make sure I wasn't in too bad of shape. I was completely locked upright on my side, my right shoulder was aching. The doctor on site took a good look, explained the cold, mixed with the sweat and wind, was freezing the plate in my shoulder, which was now starting to cut into the bone. If I hadn't stopped, that plate would have come apart, screws and all, and caused me to go back under the knife. The hard part - I hit the half mark at 1:19, and my legs felt fine. I mean really fine.
Once in the car and headed home, I had a few seconds to email friends and family about what happened. As I sat in the passenger seat, talking to Jen, I was reassured I did the right thing. But the biggest nod I got that I did the right thing came from Brian McKenzie - in an email he simply said - "You did the right f'ing thing. Now take a day off and stop feeling sorry for yourself". This coming from the toughest guy I know, a truly indestructible machine. Those words coming from him let me reflect on what I did, and it was clear - although I have healed faster than anyone thought, although I was able to get more fit while recovering, it didn't mean I was indestructible. But its not an excuse either. This plate in my shoulder isn't going to stop me from still getting fitter, faster, stronger. It just means I need to be smarter. It doesn't mean I am going to baby the shoulder now, just be cognizant in certain situations that its there. My doc agreed when I saw him today. He said without question, if I kept running, he would be cutting me back open. So I know I made the right call.
About a month ago when I told my Dad that I was declared fully healed by my doctor, he reminded me even Superman had his kryptonite. He was right about one part - I might have kyrptonite, but now that I know it, I can work on how to overcome it, to not let it slow me down. As a test, I ran 6 miles today. I bundled up correctly, and went outdoors. I felt fine. Yeah the shoulder is still sore, but its tolerable. And there is my hope, smart with toughness gets you farther.
The 2011 season starts January 30. That's a little over 5 weeks. And in a few days, my shoulder will be back to normal, my body well rested and ready to train. And I will be chomping at the bit to get after it. Life is going to do this to you - knock you in the ass when you least expect it, when you feel at your strongest, and b/c you aren't paying attention, you are also at your most vulnerable. So I got knocked in the dirt. That's ok, that's not bad. That's the opening to get up, dust off, and come back swinging. Once you realize life is full of set backs, you are more prepared to deal with them calmly, and efficiently, manuevering through them, and getting back to high ground. This all comes down to faith - faith in your coach, faith in your support group and most importantly, faith in yourself. To become truly indestructible, you need that faith in yourself, to be able to shake off the nay-sayers and do what you know is right for you. To be humble, to be proud, to be strong, open to change, open to learning more about yourself and let go of your fears. To me, this is an exciting time, time to take a leap of faith, in me. I wish all of you the same.
Happy holidays,
Guy
I knew the weather would be cooler, and that plays to my strengths, always having done well in the cold. Until Sunday, December 19, 2010. The "Run the Ranch" Marathon, in Springfield, MO, made me realize that I was still human and had a little more healing to do.
As the race started, it was about 40 degrees, with decent winds. Actually, it was a pretty decent day. And as the race began, I felt great, clicking along comfortably through the first of 8 loops, sitting pretty in 3rd place. My legs were fresh, and responding well. But as I came through the 4 mile marker, I noticed something wasn't right. My right shoulder felt stiff, stiffer than normal, and rather cold. I was in a singlet, figuring it was the smartest move clothing wise. But as the race went on, I realized it was a mistake. The cold, wind, and my sweat, began to freeze that metal plate and screws which sat just below my skin. Now, I have thick skin, but not thick enough to keep out the cold. By mile 6, I knew there was a serious problem. My shoulder was clicking, and locking up. Loop 2 had me grimacing and gritting teeth, reminded of a pain I hadn't felt in almost 5 full months.
Mentally, I figured I could muscle through it, keep moving the shoulder, warm it up, loosen it up, anything, but the wind howled, and by mile 9, my shoulder had shut down. I couldn't move it in any direction that wouldn't cause shooting pain through my shoulder to my neck. The human body being an amazing machine, was already in protect mode, the muscles around the right clavicle starting to tighten up around the clavicle now causing me to hunch to one side and run lop-sided. But I was not willing to give up, still running really well, sitting in 3rd. In a marathon. 30 seconds off the leader. But this time, it wasn't meant to be.
By the half-way mark, I was toast. The pain was blinding now, and I stopped to puke after a seriously hard wave of it hit me. I had to make a choice - risk doing some really serious damage that might require my doctor to go back in, or call it a day, get warm, and get home. I chose the smart path, I jogged to a stop, took off my chip, and immediately looked for the med tent to make sure I wasn't in too bad of shape. I was completely locked upright on my side, my right shoulder was aching. The doctor on site took a good look, explained the cold, mixed with the sweat and wind, was freezing the plate in my shoulder, which was now starting to cut into the bone. If I hadn't stopped, that plate would have come apart, screws and all, and caused me to go back under the knife. The hard part - I hit the half mark at 1:19, and my legs felt fine. I mean really fine.
Once in the car and headed home, I had a few seconds to email friends and family about what happened. As I sat in the passenger seat, talking to Jen, I was reassured I did the right thing. But the biggest nod I got that I did the right thing came from Brian McKenzie - in an email he simply said - "You did the right f'ing thing. Now take a day off and stop feeling sorry for yourself". This coming from the toughest guy I know, a truly indestructible machine. Those words coming from him let me reflect on what I did, and it was clear - although I have healed faster than anyone thought, although I was able to get more fit while recovering, it didn't mean I was indestructible. But its not an excuse either. This plate in my shoulder isn't going to stop me from still getting fitter, faster, stronger. It just means I need to be smarter. It doesn't mean I am going to baby the shoulder now, just be cognizant in certain situations that its there. My doc agreed when I saw him today. He said without question, if I kept running, he would be cutting me back open. So I know I made the right call.
About a month ago when I told my Dad that I was declared fully healed by my doctor, he reminded me even Superman had his kryptonite. He was right about one part - I might have kyrptonite, but now that I know it, I can work on how to overcome it, to not let it slow me down. As a test, I ran 6 miles today. I bundled up correctly, and went outdoors. I felt fine. Yeah the shoulder is still sore, but its tolerable. And there is my hope, smart with toughness gets you farther.
The 2011 season starts January 30. That's a little over 5 weeks. And in a few days, my shoulder will be back to normal, my body well rested and ready to train. And I will be chomping at the bit to get after it. Life is going to do this to you - knock you in the ass when you least expect it, when you feel at your strongest, and b/c you aren't paying attention, you are also at your most vulnerable. So I got knocked in the dirt. That's ok, that's not bad. That's the opening to get up, dust off, and come back swinging. Once you realize life is full of set backs, you are more prepared to deal with them calmly, and efficiently, manuevering through them, and getting back to high ground. This all comes down to faith - faith in your coach, faith in your support group and most importantly, faith in yourself. To become truly indestructible, you need that faith in yourself, to be able to shake off the nay-sayers and do what you know is right for you. To be humble, to be proud, to be strong, open to change, open to learning more about yourself and let go of your fears. To me, this is an exciting time, time to take a leap of faith, in me. I wish all of you the same.
Happy holidays,
Guy
Monday, November 29, 2010
Quick word about shoes
Hey all, I just read B-Mack's post on www.iamunscared.com regarding shoes. No, not dress shoes, or fashion shoes, I'm talking running shoes, and lifting shoes. And for those of you out there (mulitsport people) who love to buy the latest and greatest without finding out if its the best fit, take a look at this post. It gives a very unapologetic view of shoes, myths of running shoes, and the latest myths of running barefoot. And as someone who owns a pair of Vibrams, I even had to chuckle and re-think why I wear them.
I don't want to steal any of Brian's thunder, but just to add a couple quick things from my personal perspective - its my belief that running shoes have become over-built, over-correct, and make our feet weaker, instead of stronger. Unless someone has serious feet issues, and I'm talking something that's got a foot deformity, or has some type of other ailment that prevents them from running in a neutral shoe, people should be wearing neutral running shoes, and working on thier running gait. That means GET YOUR HEEL OFF THE GROUND. I was stunned a couple days ago when I ran into a former USC track athlete told me she was always told to HEEL STRIKE, not run on the balls of her feet. She was adamant about it, telling me I was wrong, that its heel first. Now it could have been 1 of 2 things - 1. She never ran track at the collegiate level period, or 2. She had a horrible coach. You make your own opinion.
I don't want to go off on a rant about shoes, b/c I know there are a million opinions out there about shoes, but give Brian's blog a look. Its pretty insightful. And do yourself another favor - get on www.mobilitywod.com, and watch Kelly Starett explain why you need to "unglue your sticks".
Stay strong,
Guy
I don't want to steal any of Brian's thunder, but just to add a couple quick things from my personal perspective - its my belief that running shoes have become over-built, over-correct, and make our feet weaker, instead of stronger. Unless someone has serious feet issues, and I'm talking something that's got a foot deformity, or has some type of other ailment that prevents them from running in a neutral shoe, people should be wearing neutral running shoes, and working on thier running gait. That means GET YOUR HEEL OFF THE GROUND. I was stunned a couple days ago when I ran into a former USC track athlete told me she was always told to HEEL STRIKE, not run on the balls of her feet. She was adamant about it, telling me I was wrong, that its heel first. Now it could have been 1 of 2 things - 1. She never ran track at the collegiate level period, or 2. She had a horrible coach. You make your own opinion.
I don't want to go off on a rant about shoes, b/c I know there are a million opinions out there about shoes, but give Brian's blog a look. Its pretty insightful. And do yourself another favor - get on www.mobilitywod.com, and watch Kelly Starett explain why you need to "unglue your sticks".
Stay strong,
Guy
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Marathon training - living a life less ordinary
"Make him cry" -Trainer Freddy Roach to his fighter, Manny Pacqiao during an episode of "24/7 - Pacqiao v. Margarito"
People find inspiration in a number of different places, in a variety of ways. And I've learned that its not fair to knock someone for what that inspiration might be. If it works, good for them. In the last 5 weeks I was looking for some inspiration myself, having called it a season for multisport and preparing for a marathon. And its probably not one you've ever heard of. The "Run the Ranch" marathon set for December 19, 2010, in Springfield, MO, falls one week prior to the biggest American holiday, and is not set someplace that gaurantees great weather. Plus, its an 8 loop course. Yes you read that right, 8 loops. I'm seriously considering listening to the people who keep telling me to get my head examined.
Let me go on record right now - I don't like the marathon. Which is why I don't care if its held in Vegas or London or Italy or Figi. Every marathon I've run hurts like hell, takes too long to recover from, and is BORING. I know by saying this I'm violating every multisport rule about discussing distance racing. But its true. Without the swim and the bike, the marathon isn't exciting to me. Although this time, its shaping up to be different. A couple of reasons - first, using Crossfit Endurance principles to train for it have made me feel more confident going in, and second, watching Manny Pacqiao made me realize I need to shut up and keep training.
Let me explain the CFE stuff first. The reason I'm actually enjoying this marathon training is due to the plan I'm using. My coach, Jenny Garrison is of the opinion that B-Mack and company at CFE are- you race the way you train. If you go out and run 4 20 milers before the marathon at 8:30 pace, what pace do you think you'll run your marathon at? Its not going to be 6:30 that's for sure. So, the actual mileage I run a week may be less than what you'd expect, but there is no fluff. No garbage miles. Not even on a long run. Trust me, my legs are still churning out lots of miles, but compared to the last marathon I trained for 4 years ago, its at least 1/3 less. But I'm 10 times stornger physically, cardiovascularly and mentally. Why? B/c I'm not just running to run. If I run 18 miles, its all broken down, and its not about going easy. Its about living in the zone of discomfort and making peace with it, on all levels. but when you do that, your LT goes up, your AT goes up, and your muscular development is magnified. For more insight, check out Jessi Stensland's "Cardio System Development" for more insight and detail. Then hop over to www.crossfitendurance.com and email Brian about why this stuff works.
Now how does this relate to Manny Pacqiao? Well, watching the "24/7" and the actual fight, which was epic, this diminutive fighter has just won 8 titles in 8 different weight classes, most recently at 154 lbs. And this is a guy who normally walks around at 130-135. His last 8 fights have been against bigger guys. Margarito was at least 4.5 inches taller and on fight night, 17 lbs heavier than Manny. And Manny wrecked him. For those of you who didn't see it, he broke Margarito's left orbital bone and nearly broke his right to match. And this was by punching upwards for the first 6 rds, a style that normally robs fighters of power. As I watched the fight a couple things became crystal clear - 1. This is the greatest fighter of my generation, (although some will argue Roy Jones in his prime) and 2. This is someone who is not afraid to be uncomfortable. That's really what fighting bigger opponents comes down to, you are going to be in a position where you are leaving your comfort zone of equally sized fighters and tackling the task of being in a position where life can be less than great. So for the last 4 years, Manny has actually turned training and fighting outside his comfort zone into familiarity.
The same can be said for how we train in our sport. Its why I embrace CFE and am interested to see how its going to play out on race day. Is every workout super intense and crazy? No, but its not a picnic either. Which is fine- if I want to run a quality marathon then I have to be willing to train hard and smart for it. The same goes for anyone else. Of course, this doesn't mean I'm going to love the marathon. But what the hell else am I going to do in December?
Don't tell my mother about the last line. She already doesn't like the fact that I don't like Christmas. And for those who know my mother or have an Italian mother, you know the guilt trip for not liking holidays usually starts 2 months before the actual holiday. She doesn't need more ammo.
Stay Strong,
Guy
People find inspiration in a number of different places, in a variety of ways. And I've learned that its not fair to knock someone for what that inspiration might be. If it works, good for them. In the last 5 weeks I was looking for some inspiration myself, having called it a season for multisport and preparing for a marathon. And its probably not one you've ever heard of. The "Run the Ranch" marathon set for December 19, 2010, in Springfield, MO, falls one week prior to the biggest American holiday, and is not set someplace that gaurantees great weather. Plus, its an 8 loop course. Yes you read that right, 8 loops. I'm seriously considering listening to the people who keep telling me to get my head examined.
Let me go on record right now - I don't like the marathon. Which is why I don't care if its held in Vegas or London or Italy or Figi. Every marathon I've run hurts like hell, takes too long to recover from, and is BORING. I know by saying this I'm violating every multisport rule about discussing distance racing. But its true. Without the swim and the bike, the marathon isn't exciting to me. Although this time, its shaping up to be different. A couple of reasons - first, using Crossfit Endurance principles to train for it have made me feel more confident going in, and second, watching Manny Pacqiao made me realize I need to shut up and keep training.
Let me explain the CFE stuff first. The reason I'm actually enjoying this marathon training is due to the plan I'm using. My coach, Jenny Garrison is of the opinion that B-Mack and company at CFE are- you race the way you train. If you go out and run 4 20 milers before the marathon at 8:30 pace, what pace do you think you'll run your marathon at? Its not going to be 6:30 that's for sure. So, the actual mileage I run a week may be less than what you'd expect, but there is no fluff. No garbage miles. Not even on a long run. Trust me, my legs are still churning out lots of miles, but compared to the last marathon I trained for 4 years ago, its at least 1/3 less. But I'm 10 times stornger physically, cardiovascularly and mentally. Why? B/c I'm not just running to run. If I run 18 miles, its all broken down, and its not about going easy. Its about living in the zone of discomfort and making peace with it, on all levels. but when you do that, your LT goes up, your AT goes up, and your muscular development is magnified. For more insight, check out Jessi Stensland's "Cardio System Development" for more insight and detail. Then hop over to www.crossfitendurance.com and email Brian about why this stuff works.
Now how does this relate to Manny Pacqiao? Well, watching the "24/7" and the actual fight, which was epic, this diminutive fighter has just won 8 titles in 8 different weight classes, most recently at 154 lbs. And this is a guy who normally walks around at 130-135. His last 8 fights have been against bigger guys. Margarito was at least 4.5 inches taller and on fight night, 17 lbs heavier than Manny. And Manny wrecked him. For those of you who didn't see it, he broke Margarito's left orbital bone and nearly broke his right to match. And this was by punching upwards for the first 6 rds, a style that normally robs fighters of power. As I watched the fight a couple things became crystal clear - 1. This is the greatest fighter of my generation, (although some will argue Roy Jones in his prime) and 2. This is someone who is not afraid to be uncomfortable. That's really what fighting bigger opponents comes down to, you are going to be in a position where you are leaving your comfort zone of equally sized fighters and tackling the task of being in a position where life can be less than great. So for the last 4 years, Manny has actually turned training and fighting outside his comfort zone into familiarity.
The same can be said for how we train in our sport. Its why I embrace CFE and am interested to see how its going to play out on race day. Is every workout super intense and crazy? No, but its not a picnic either. Which is fine- if I want to run a quality marathon then I have to be willing to train hard and smart for it. The same goes for anyone else. Of course, this doesn't mean I'm going to love the marathon. But what the hell else am I going to do in December?
Don't tell my mother about the last line. She already doesn't like the fact that I don't like Christmas. And for those who know my mother or have an Italian mother, you know the guilt trip for not liking holidays usually starts 2 months before the actual holiday. She doesn't need more ammo.
Stay Strong,
Guy
Monday, November 1, 2010
October 2010
UNSCARED - The art of dealing with fear, living outside your comfort zone
I'm sitting here, on the first of November, and reflecting on the last 4 weeks. And the word that is above has pretty much summed up the way I see the last month. Where does the word come from? Is it something you are going to find in Webster's dictionary? Well, 1. You will find it on www.iamunscared.com, and 2. No, its not in Webster's, at least not yet.
Since I was cleared to race on October 1, my schedule and mind shifted from getting healthy to getting back to racing and getting my career off the ground the right way. A lot to ask, but thanks to some very special people, I was able to do that and more. Step 1, getting back to a race. And the timing was good, the weather was decent, and it was a Saturday, October 9, the day of my sister's wedding anniversary. So off to Charleston, IL and the Dueces Wild Duathlon. I didn't know what to expect, but the day before the race, I got an inspiring email. It was from Brian MacKenzie, the founder of Crossfit Endurance, and a very good friend. The email simply said - "The race is going to be great, b/c its going to be great. Its the only way it can go." With those words in mind, I lined up for my first race in 3 and a half months. I was nervous and excited. But once the gun went off, a sense of clarity came over me that I haven't experienced in years. That clarity came from the confidence of my training, and the constant support of friends. And before I knew it, I was running down 4th and 3rd place, finishing 2nd overall with the fastest run splits. It was the best second place finish I ever had. And the wave of emotions I felt after was amazing.
The real test though was could I recover in time to race hard again. So 2 weeks later I headed to central Illinois again to see what was in the tank. And once again, even in gale force winds, pushing me and the field all over the country roads I held on tight and did something I haven't done since college, ran someone down. The leader, a TT specialist, had put 5 minutes into me on the bike, and with a hilly 10k left, I knew that I had a lot of work to do. But I put my head down and just ran my ass off. I ran blind, pushing past pain and wind trying to catch the leader. Even though I came up short, I had put 4:40 into the leader, and gave him a hell of a scare. 2 2nd overalls in 2 weeks. Only 4 weeks of being able to go aero on the bike. Only 4 months removed from major surgery.
The question everyone asked was, what changed? What happened since early August? 3 people - Brian, Nate and John. The introduction of Crossfit Endurance, the benefits of Crossfit DuPage, all helped me recognize that there is much more inside me than ever before. These 3 guys, who haven't known me for more than a few months, have been there, every step of the way, encouraging me and showing me, that to truly live, is to be UNSCARED. These men are all ex-special forces, and have seen things that Americans don't want to know but should be thankful that the these men and thier troops have handled. And its given them the confidence to move forward and want to share thier knowledge with others. Its a complete 180 from what traditional triathlon training has shown us. These guys want to help others, they want to show people that old school methods don't work anymore. They have a new and exciting way to get fitter and faster. But the best part, without even realizing it, you are gaining confidence along the way. I admit, I was lacking a lot of confidence before the accident, but after I started to work with these 3, I started to notice things, small things. More focus, more clarity in workouts, more drive, faster recovery, more strength and speed, all promoting confidence.
I know there are some skeptics out there reading this, saying Crossfit is dangerous or unproven. And to that I say, good. Don't try it. B/c for those of us who are using it, its a leg up. And I have to thank the 3 of them, especially Brian, for promoting me, giving me words of encouragement, and featuring me on www.iamunscared.com, I am truly honored and humbled.
What I realized this month was that this wasn't about me, it was about all those who helped me. Brian, Nate, John, Jenny and Gina Pongetti. They are my heroes, b/c their selfless acts got me here and are excited about the journey ahead. B/c the journey doesn't end here, it continues, changes form, and evolves, as we do as athletes and people. B/c of these individuals, I live every day UNSCARED. I challenge all of you to do the same.
Stay strong,
Guy
I'm sitting here, on the first of November, and reflecting on the last 4 weeks. And the word that is above has pretty much summed up the way I see the last month. Where does the word come from? Is it something you are going to find in Webster's dictionary? Well, 1. You will find it on www.iamunscared.com, and 2. No, its not in Webster's, at least not yet.
Since I was cleared to race on October 1, my schedule and mind shifted from getting healthy to getting back to racing and getting my career off the ground the right way. A lot to ask, but thanks to some very special people, I was able to do that and more. Step 1, getting back to a race. And the timing was good, the weather was decent, and it was a Saturday, October 9, the day of my sister's wedding anniversary. So off to Charleston, IL and the Dueces Wild Duathlon. I didn't know what to expect, but the day before the race, I got an inspiring email. It was from Brian MacKenzie, the founder of Crossfit Endurance, and a very good friend. The email simply said - "The race is going to be great, b/c its going to be great. Its the only way it can go." With those words in mind, I lined up for my first race in 3 and a half months. I was nervous and excited. But once the gun went off, a sense of clarity came over me that I haven't experienced in years. That clarity came from the confidence of my training, and the constant support of friends. And before I knew it, I was running down 4th and 3rd place, finishing 2nd overall with the fastest run splits. It was the best second place finish I ever had. And the wave of emotions I felt after was amazing.
The real test though was could I recover in time to race hard again. So 2 weeks later I headed to central Illinois again to see what was in the tank. And once again, even in gale force winds, pushing me and the field all over the country roads I held on tight and did something I haven't done since college, ran someone down. The leader, a TT specialist, had put 5 minutes into me on the bike, and with a hilly 10k left, I knew that I had a lot of work to do. But I put my head down and just ran my ass off. I ran blind, pushing past pain and wind trying to catch the leader. Even though I came up short, I had put 4:40 into the leader, and gave him a hell of a scare. 2 2nd overalls in 2 weeks. Only 4 weeks of being able to go aero on the bike. Only 4 months removed from major surgery.
The question everyone asked was, what changed? What happened since early August? 3 people - Brian, Nate and John. The introduction of Crossfit Endurance, the benefits of Crossfit DuPage, all helped me recognize that there is much more inside me than ever before. These 3 guys, who haven't known me for more than a few months, have been there, every step of the way, encouraging me and showing me, that to truly live, is to be UNSCARED. These men are all ex-special forces, and have seen things that Americans don't want to know but should be thankful that the these men and thier troops have handled. And its given them the confidence to move forward and want to share thier knowledge with others. Its a complete 180 from what traditional triathlon training has shown us. These guys want to help others, they want to show people that old school methods don't work anymore. They have a new and exciting way to get fitter and faster. But the best part, without even realizing it, you are gaining confidence along the way. I admit, I was lacking a lot of confidence before the accident, but after I started to work with these 3, I started to notice things, small things. More focus, more clarity in workouts, more drive, faster recovery, more strength and speed, all promoting confidence.
I know there are some skeptics out there reading this, saying Crossfit is dangerous or unproven. And to that I say, good. Don't try it. B/c for those of us who are using it, its a leg up. And I have to thank the 3 of them, especially Brian, for promoting me, giving me words of encouragement, and featuring me on www.iamunscared.com, I am truly honored and humbled.
What I realized this month was that this wasn't about me, it was about all those who helped me. Brian, Nate, John, Jenny and Gina Pongetti. They are my heroes, b/c their selfless acts got me here and are excited about the journey ahead. B/c the journey doesn't end here, it continues, changes form, and evolves, as we do as athletes and people. B/c of these individuals, I live every day UNSCARED. I challenge all of you to do the same.
Stay strong,
Guy
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Can't keep a good man down
The only way I know how to start this blog, is by diving right into the subject - my rehab and progress.
Yesterday, I saw my surgeon, Dr. Chudick, marking the 10 week date since surgery. He and I both knew what was on my mind, especially after he saw me walk in, very determined, very anxious to get answers. Immediately, I was taken into the X-Ray room, took some pictures, and headed back to the room waiting for the verdict.
Dr. Chudick came in, looking serious as always, and pulled up the xrays. There it was in black and white (literally) significant bone growth, almost 90% back to normal. He was stunned. So stunned, he counted the weeks back since surgery, then, looked at the xrays again, then looked at me and smiled. He extended his hand, expressing pretty genuine surprise that I recovered this much, this fast. And with that, he cleared me to race duathlons, cycling road races, and running road races. I can't swim yet, but, that's looking more likely by our next meeting.
What does all this mean? Well, in hard numbers, I took a severe, season-ending, and quite possibly career ending surgery, looked it right in the eye, and took it on, without a doubt I would come back stronger than ever. I took a 20-24 week projected recovery plan, which is agressive even for elite athletes, and got cleared to race, not just train, but race in 10 weeks. Most athletes don't even consider training hard until 24 weeks. But I not only was able to train, but grow bone simultaneously, and get stronger every day, not weaker.
The question he asked was "how". This is my chance to be truly honest as to how I got this far. I wrote down every time someone would tell me to "slow down", "consider hanging it up", "maybe time to give up on my dreams", "that I would never be an elite athlete again", thier names, and saved it all on slips of paper. When these types of comments were made, I would nod silently, and inside, I was saying "no way do I believe you". I followed my doctor's orders. I stayed consistent, and remain consistent with phyiscal therapy. I researched more homeopathic ways of healing, I iced my shoulder and still do, and I did research on the anatomy and more importantly, the genetics of my family. For the last part, I went to the best source I could think of, my grandmother, who at 98, had to know something about our genes.
I kept active, walking, then when I was allowed by my doc, rode indoors. Then got on the elliptical machine. And I always kept those small pieces of paper close by, a reminder of what people thought I couldn't do. Then when I was cleared to run, I started running. But the one thing I did that helped me the most, I never lost faith in myself and my ability to recover, and overcome. When I sat down with Nate Aye and John Conquest out of Crossfit DuPage, I trusted they knew what I needed to get stronger. When I would see my physical therapists at Accelerated Rehab, I trusted they were pushing me in the right direction. And through it all, I never allowed myself to get down. No matter the time it took, the difficulty in doing the simplest of tasks, I never lost faith. And still, I kept those sheets of paper.
On a couple occasions, a close friend would ask how those negative words were helpful. Well, here's your answer- they were fuel for me to get back and better than ever. It wasn't so much about proving people wrong, it was about reminding myself, I have been through tough times before and rebounded, so this was just another bump in the road, another hurdle to jump. And along this journey, I've met some incredible people who I know I will be friends with for a long time.
I'm not 100% recovered, and frankly, its will always by my doctor's call as to when I get to take the next step in training and racing, but my season isn't lost. I can race next month, and although my mulitsport options are limited, there are winter marathons on the horizon, and maybe some 12-24 hour cycling races. What I have learned through all this is, as long as you don't lose faith in yourself, as long as you don't become your biggest obstacle, than no matter what anyone says, you will achieve your goals. If you let negativity in, then it will prevent you from achieving things. If you allow others to sway your opinion, you'll never find your true self, your true goals and identity.
For those who have stood by me during all this, all my thank you's aren't enough. I have learned that I have been blessed with some true friends, and discovered the ones that weren't really friends at all. My biggest hope is that others will read this, and recognize they can do anything, you can do anything, as long as you keep believing. Hard work isn't enough, faith needs to be present to do it right.
Stay strong,
Guy
Yesterday, I saw my surgeon, Dr. Chudick, marking the 10 week date since surgery. He and I both knew what was on my mind, especially after he saw me walk in, very determined, very anxious to get answers. Immediately, I was taken into the X-Ray room, took some pictures, and headed back to the room waiting for the verdict.
Dr. Chudick came in, looking serious as always, and pulled up the xrays. There it was in black and white (literally) significant bone growth, almost 90% back to normal. He was stunned. So stunned, he counted the weeks back since surgery, then, looked at the xrays again, then looked at me and smiled. He extended his hand, expressing pretty genuine surprise that I recovered this much, this fast. And with that, he cleared me to race duathlons, cycling road races, and running road races. I can't swim yet, but, that's looking more likely by our next meeting.
What does all this mean? Well, in hard numbers, I took a severe, season-ending, and quite possibly career ending surgery, looked it right in the eye, and took it on, without a doubt I would come back stronger than ever. I took a 20-24 week projected recovery plan, which is agressive even for elite athletes, and got cleared to race, not just train, but race in 10 weeks. Most athletes don't even consider training hard until 24 weeks. But I not only was able to train, but grow bone simultaneously, and get stronger every day, not weaker.
The question he asked was "how". This is my chance to be truly honest as to how I got this far. I wrote down every time someone would tell me to "slow down", "consider hanging it up", "maybe time to give up on my dreams", "that I would never be an elite athlete again", thier names, and saved it all on slips of paper. When these types of comments were made, I would nod silently, and inside, I was saying "no way do I believe you". I followed my doctor's orders. I stayed consistent, and remain consistent with phyiscal therapy. I researched more homeopathic ways of healing, I iced my shoulder and still do, and I did research on the anatomy and more importantly, the genetics of my family. For the last part, I went to the best source I could think of, my grandmother, who at 98, had to know something about our genes.
I kept active, walking, then when I was allowed by my doc, rode indoors. Then got on the elliptical machine. And I always kept those small pieces of paper close by, a reminder of what people thought I couldn't do. Then when I was cleared to run, I started running. But the one thing I did that helped me the most, I never lost faith in myself and my ability to recover, and overcome. When I sat down with Nate Aye and John Conquest out of Crossfit DuPage, I trusted they knew what I needed to get stronger. When I would see my physical therapists at Accelerated Rehab, I trusted they were pushing me in the right direction. And through it all, I never allowed myself to get down. No matter the time it took, the difficulty in doing the simplest of tasks, I never lost faith. And still, I kept those sheets of paper.
On a couple occasions, a close friend would ask how those negative words were helpful. Well, here's your answer- they were fuel for me to get back and better than ever. It wasn't so much about proving people wrong, it was about reminding myself, I have been through tough times before and rebounded, so this was just another bump in the road, another hurdle to jump. And along this journey, I've met some incredible people who I know I will be friends with for a long time.
I'm not 100% recovered, and frankly, its will always by my doctor's call as to when I get to take the next step in training and racing, but my season isn't lost. I can race next month, and although my mulitsport options are limited, there are winter marathons on the horizon, and maybe some 12-24 hour cycling races. What I have learned through all this is, as long as you don't lose faith in yourself, as long as you don't become your biggest obstacle, than no matter what anyone says, you will achieve your goals. If you let negativity in, then it will prevent you from achieving things. If you allow others to sway your opinion, you'll never find your true self, your true goals and identity.
For those who have stood by me during all this, all my thank you's aren't enough. I have learned that I have been blessed with some true friends, and discovered the ones that weren't really friends at all. My biggest hope is that others will read this, and recognize they can do anything, you can do anything, as long as you keep believing. Hard work isn't enough, faith needs to be present to do it right.
Stay strong,
Guy
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Never stop growing
"Pain is the penalty for violating the laws of Nature" - Sun-Tzu
This was one of the first things that Brain McKenzie from CrossFit Endurance said to us, as we sat in the Atlas Crossfit gym in Chicago this past weekend. Since my last post, people have asked, "how's the shoulder? How are you filling your time?" Well, aside from working my ass off in physical therapy, I have been reading, recognizing the need to become a real student of my body to get healthy, stay healthy, and get stronger and faster. And that journey has taken me to places that I would not have imagined. I've had the honor of working with Nate Aye and John Conquest out of Crossfit DuPage, and because of them, got to meet a truly stand up group of guys, all dedicated to doing one thing - making endurance athletes faster, fitter and stronger.
So, last Thursday, I shot an email to Brain at Crossfit Endurance, just to get some info on what they do. He was very direct, he invited me to come to the Crossfit Endurance Certfication class this past weekend, and made it clear it was the best way to see it all. With a personal invite and his graciousness, I took him up on his offer, and had my eyes opened to an entirely new way of thinking. Brain and his crew - Bryan Diaz, the head strength and conditioning coach for CFE, plus Ted Lin, a sports doctor and POSE running method instructor, spent 2 days of taking the typical training of a multisport athlete and turning it on its head. Actually, it was more like they chucked it off a Chicago high rise and laughed while watching it fall.
And the message wasn't just - "Run more efficiently", it was - how to run more efficiently, swim and bike the same. And do the one thing endurance athletes don't have a good grasp on - STRENGTH TRAINING. I was part of that group. I know my body, I lift weights, I bulk up. So, without analyzing why, I just stopped, and stuck to core work. Then I met Nate and John, and my mindset changed, but getting hit by a car has made it difficult to see the benefits of their work. However, Brain took it a step further, and reminded me of what my track coach from many moons ago used to have us do - strength train.
It would be a serious disservice to Brian, Nate, John, and anyone else who develops Crossfit workouts for me to even attempt to describe it here. My point of this blog is to remind those out there who are banging thier head against the wall, wondering why they aren't getting faster or stronger, to stop, and assess what you are doing. Read books, not just blogs. Think outside the box of multisport. We invest so much of our money and time, isn't it worth an extra hour a week to review your training and talk it out with your coach or other experts? I'm more excited than ever to race again, b/c I will have the confidence knowing I have been able to get fitter using different methods, revamped my diet, and got rid of the excess baggage in my life. And lets face it, we all have some baggage that we could use disposing. But bottom line, if you stop learning, and I mean in general and about yourself, that's when you will feel your age. I was with my very lively, and very intelligent grandmother to celebrate her 98th birthday. Andher words to me a couple of weeks ago were simple - "honey, I have never felt my age, because I refuse to let my mind get stale." Now she's 98. I knew at that moment, I no longer had any excuse to not keep growing, as an athlete and as a man.
For more info on Brian - check out www.crossfitendurance.com They are out of California, but don't hold that against them.
Stay strong,
Guy
This was one of the first things that Brain McKenzie from CrossFit Endurance said to us, as we sat in the Atlas Crossfit gym in Chicago this past weekend. Since my last post, people have asked, "how's the shoulder? How are you filling your time?" Well, aside from working my ass off in physical therapy, I have been reading, recognizing the need to become a real student of my body to get healthy, stay healthy, and get stronger and faster. And that journey has taken me to places that I would not have imagined. I've had the honor of working with Nate Aye and John Conquest out of Crossfit DuPage, and because of them, got to meet a truly stand up group of guys, all dedicated to doing one thing - making endurance athletes faster, fitter and stronger.
So, last Thursday, I shot an email to Brain at Crossfit Endurance, just to get some info on what they do. He was very direct, he invited me to come to the Crossfit Endurance Certfication class this past weekend, and made it clear it was the best way to see it all. With a personal invite and his graciousness, I took him up on his offer, and had my eyes opened to an entirely new way of thinking. Brain and his crew - Bryan Diaz, the head strength and conditioning coach for CFE, plus Ted Lin, a sports doctor and POSE running method instructor, spent 2 days of taking the typical training of a multisport athlete and turning it on its head. Actually, it was more like they chucked it off a Chicago high rise and laughed while watching it fall.
And the message wasn't just - "Run more efficiently", it was - how to run more efficiently, swim and bike the same. And do the one thing endurance athletes don't have a good grasp on - STRENGTH TRAINING. I was part of that group. I know my body, I lift weights, I bulk up. So, without analyzing why, I just stopped, and stuck to core work. Then I met Nate and John, and my mindset changed, but getting hit by a car has made it difficult to see the benefits of their work. However, Brain took it a step further, and reminded me of what my track coach from many moons ago used to have us do - strength train.
It would be a serious disservice to Brian, Nate, John, and anyone else who develops Crossfit workouts for me to even attempt to describe it here. My point of this blog is to remind those out there who are banging thier head against the wall, wondering why they aren't getting faster or stronger, to stop, and assess what you are doing. Read books, not just blogs. Think outside the box of multisport. We invest so much of our money and time, isn't it worth an extra hour a week to review your training and talk it out with your coach or other experts? I'm more excited than ever to race again, b/c I will have the confidence knowing I have been able to get fitter using different methods, revamped my diet, and got rid of the excess baggage in my life. And lets face it, we all have some baggage that we could use disposing. But bottom line, if you stop learning, and I mean in general and about yourself, that's when you will feel your age. I was with my very lively, and very intelligent grandmother to celebrate her 98th birthday. Andher words to me a couple of weeks ago were simple - "honey, I have never felt my age, because I refuse to let my mind get stale." Now she's 98. I knew at that moment, I no longer had any excuse to not keep growing, as an athlete and as a man.
For more info on Brian - check out www.crossfitendurance.com They are out of California, but don't hold that against them.
Stay strong,
Guy
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Recovery
Me, in the recovery room after surgery last monday - "So, doctor, this is a rather extensive list of things I "can't" do. Where is the list of the things I "can" do?"
Doctor - "Walk"
Me, muttering to myself, "Wow, there's a good chance I might actually commit a hate crime soon."
So yes, surgery took place last Monday, June 28, and it was doozy, from what I was told. I've got some nice hardware in me, and will probably be staring down the barrel of a sweet scar once the incision point is healed. And while I am healing and going through physical therapy, to keep some semblance of aerobic fitness, I am allowed to do the one thing endurance athletes despise - walk.
Don't be fooled by the Michelob Ultra commercials, depicting these weekend warriors who love to run up stairs in heels instead of taking the elevator, smiling and happy. This is a complete lie. The one thing I, and several of my peers hate is walking. And walking stairs is considered a form of torture. Read "Lance Armstrong's War" for a more in-depth understanding as to the real agony of walking and walking stairs. I mean I will literally try to find ways to avoid walking at all costs. Escalators, elevators, chair lifts, hell even one of those scooters you see people at the mall in, I'm all for it. I've seriously considered knocking an elderly person out of one of those things so I could use it to get around.
And why? Its not out of laziness, let me assure you that. You are talking about people who would rather run 75-80 miles a week, ride 300 miles a week and swim close to 12 miles a week, than walk to the mailbox. Laziness doesn't even factor in. We don't like it b/c it hurts. It hurts to walk after a workout or just to go for a stroll. I don't know all the physiological reasons why, but it does. And I think mentally we know, there is a faster way - run or bike to your destination. So, I am left with walking, bad tv, and the LeBron saga. If it wasn't for the Tour, I'm not sure I'd be staying this sane.
So, I've been walking. And it isn't any cooler if you walk on a trail or the street. Trust me. I don't care if you have the greatest playlist in the world cranking, you are still walking, and it still sucks. But today, while I was walking, I realized something. At least I can walk to stay fit. As banged up as I am, I still have the ability to walk, to move my legs, to get fresh air. And with that thought, my feet felt a bit lighter, and my mood brightened.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I have now fallen in love with walking, but I am grateful I still can. But the minute someone tells me I should walk stairs, I can not be held liable for my actions. The phrase alone raises violent feelings inside me. See you at the elevator.
Stay strong,
Guy
Doctor - "Walk"
Me, muttering to myself, "Wow, there's a good chance I might actually commit a hate crime soon."
So yes, surgery took place last Monday, June 28, and it was doozy, from what I was told. I've got some nice hardware in me, and will probably be staring down the barrel of a sweet scar once the incision point is healed. And while I am healing and going through physical therapy, to keep some semblance of aerobic fitness, I am allowed to do the one thing endurance athletes despise - walk.
Don't be fooled by the Michelob Ultra commercials, depicting these weekend warriors who love to run up stairs in heels instead of taking the elevator, smiling and happy. This is a complete lie. The one thing I, and several of my peers hate is walking. And walking stairs is considered a form of torture. Read "Lance Armstrong's War" for a more in-depth understanding as to the real agony of walking and walking stairs. I mean I will literally try to find ways to avoid walking at all costs. Escalators, elevators, chair lifts, hell even one of those scooters you see people at the mall in, I'm all for it. I've seriously considered knocking an elderly person out of one of those things so I could use it to get around.
And why? Its not out of laziness, let me assure you that. You are talking about people who would rather run 75-80 miles a week, ride 300 miles a week and swim close to 12 miles a week, than walk to the mailbox. Laziness doesn't even factor in. We don't like it b/c it hurts. It hurts to walk after a workout or just to go for a stroll. I don't know all the physiological reasons why, but it does. And I think mentally we know, there is a faster way - run or bike to your destination. So, I am left with walking, bad tv, and the LeBron saga. If it wasn't for the Tour, I'm not sure I'd be staying this sane.
So, I've been walking. And it isn't any cooler if you walk on a trail or the street. Trust me. I don't care if you have the greatest playlist in the world cranking, you are still walking, and it still sucks. But today, while I was walking, I realized something. At least I can walk to stay fit. As banged up as I am, I still have the ability to walk, to move my legs, to get fresh air. And with that thought, my feet felt a bit lighter, and my mood brightened.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I have now fallen in love with walking, but I am grateful I still can. But the minute someone tells me I should walk stairs, I can not be held liable for my actions. The phrase alone raises violent feelings inside me. See you at the elevator.
Stay strong,
Guy
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Down but not out
Hello all,
Well, I have been racing and preparing for what looked to be my best and most successful season ever, but everything changed last Friday evening. Arouynd 7:30 pm, while on a light training ride, I was hit by a car. I sustained a broken right clavicle, 2 broken right ribs, 3 stitches and a completely trashed bike. I was fortunate that the ambulance response time was very fast, and want to thank all the staff at Hinsdale Hospital's ER for taking great care of me. I'll most likely need surgery and am looking at 12 weeks minimum to recover. So, its one day at a time for me right now, but I am blessed to have great family and friends who are helping me, not to mention a great team at lululemon oakbrook where I work, and truly caring sponsors.
In the meantime, look for me cheering on friends or working sponsors booths at races. I love the sport and everything it has given me. Life is full of setbacks, and this one could have been worse. A huge thank you to Rudy Project, my Actyum helmet saved my life.
Please be careful out there. And make sure you wear your helmet.
Stay strong,
Guy
Well, I have been racing and preparing for what looked to be my best and most successful season ever, but everything changed last Friday evening. Arouynd 7:30 pm, while on a light training ride, I was hit by a car. I sustained a broken right clavicle, 2 broken right ribs, 3 stitches and a completely trashed bike. I was fortunate that the ambulance response time was very fast, and want to thank all the staff at Hinsdale Hospital's ER for taking great care of me. I'll most likely need surgery and am looking at 12 weeks minimum to recover. So, its one day at a time for me right now, but I am blessed to have great family and friends who are helping me, not to mention a great team at lululemon oakbrook where I work, and truly caring sponsors.
In the meantime, look for me cheering on friends or working sponsors booths at races. I love the sport and everything it has given me. Life is full of setbacks, and this one could have been worse. A huge thank you to Rudy Project, my Actyum helmet saved my life.
Please be careful out there. And make sure you wear your helmet.
Stay strong,
Guy
Monday, May 24, 2010
Getting comfortable with being uncomfortable
"Don't give up, don't ever give up" - Basketball Coach, Jim Valvano
So last weekend, May 16-18, I decided to pack up and head north, to Gaylord, MI, to experience back to back days of racing in a beautiful backdrop of Northern Michigan. And I do mean North. A good percentage of the field racing had come down from Canada, less than 2 hours from the race site. And I was not disappointed.
Friday night started out with a cold, windy and hilly 5K open run. The cold actually felt good, and as finished my warm up, I had that sensation it could be a good day. A time trial start added to the excitement, always having someone to chase. I went out hard, not too hard, not wanting to burn matches, with 2 more days of racing ahead. But as I hit the turnaround, I saw a time on my watch that I hadn't seen in while - 7:30. So I did something that just felt right, I accelerated. And as I crossed, I saw the time - 15:32. The run was confirmed with the overall win, and it felt damn good.
Saturday was the very hilly, very windy and very cool evening 40K TT, with a rather impolite 600 meter climb to the finish labeled by the RD as "little alp de huez" a mean 18-25 percent climb that had all of us twisting and turning our bodies to the finish. As I hit the halfway point, I felt good, and was happy to have great road surface for the unforgiving climbs. They came fast and thick, and hurt. But it was a good hurt, the kind you wait to feel, the kind that you learn you can endure with training hard, learning that your comfort zone needs to be pushed out always, constantly improving your fitness, and helping you realize you are stronger than you are. Winning that was special, and I knew that Sunday was going to be tough, with the ride on the same course, and the run even harder.
Sunday came with warmer temps, less wind and a twist on the two 5K runs - soft sand, on the hills. Actually, soft sand on 2/3's of the run course. As we took off and hit the first hill, getting a decent grip on the surface was tough, and patience was necessary to not blow up. Once the lead group of us crested the hill, we were faced with an uneven trail of sand and grass. Coming back to T1 wasn't much more forgiving. But I hit T1 in 3rd, 20 seconds off of first and felt good. Until 10K on the bike. I tried to get away from a chasing group, and redlined. It allowed the group to get past, and again I was relegated to chasing on an unrelenting course. I hit T2 calm, and determined to make up ground. Which is exactly what I did. I felt the burn in my quads as I climbed the sand hill again, this time made worse with everyone having tread through it once. Again I was patient, and reeled in 3 guys, but it wasn't enough. I crossed 5th, but took consolation in being the first American.
In the week following the events I realized that I my comfort zone hadn't been pushed out far enough. I wasn't pushing myself enough in workouts when it called for it. But quitting at getting a win became out of the question - b/c once you give up on improving yourself, once you stop believing you can get better, you have given up on yourself. And if I have learned anything with my training and racing this season - I refuse to quit. I refuse to give up. I realized that its time to make peace with getting "uncomfortable" again, that to get to the top, you have to fight, everyday, and never lose that burning desire to not simply win, but to become fitter, healthier in every area of life.
Stay strong,
Guy
So last weekend, May 16-18, I decided to pack up and head north, to Gaylord, MI, to experience back to back days of racing in a beautiful backdrop of Northern Michigan. And I do mean North. A good percentage of the field racing had come down from Canada, less than 2 hours from the race site. And I was not disappointed.
Friday night started out with a cold, windy and hilly 5K open run. The cold actually felt good, and as finished my warm up, I had that sensation it could be a good day. A time trial start added to the excitement, always having someone to chase. I went out hard, not too hard, not wanting to burn matches, with 2 more days of racing ahead. But as I hit the turnaround, I saw a time on my watch that I hadn't seen in while - 7:30. So I did something that just felt right, I accelerated. And as I crossed, I saw the time - 15:32. The run was confirmed with the overall win, and it felt damn good.
Saturday was the very hilly, very windy and very cool evening 40K TT, with a rather impolite 600 meter climb to the finish labeled by the RD as "little alp de huez" a mean 18-25 percent climb that had all of us twisting and turning our bodies to the finish. As I hit the halfway point, I felt good, and was happy to have great road surface for the unforgiving climbs. They came fast and thick, and hurt. But it was a good hurt, the kind you wait to feel, the kind that you learn you can endure with training hard, learning that your comfort zone needs to be pushed out always, constantly improving your fitness, and helping you realize you are stronger than you are. Winning that was special, and I knew that Sunday was going to be tough, with the ride on the same course, and the run even harder.
Sunday came with warmer temps, less wind and a twist on the two 5K runs - soft sand, on the hills. Actually, soft sand on 2/3's of the run course. As we took off and hit the first hill, getting a decent grip on the surface was tough, and patience was necessary to not blow up. Once the lead group of us crested the hill, we were faced with an uneven trail of sand and grass. Coming back to T1 wasn't much more forgiving. But I hit T1 in 3rd, 20 seconds off of first and felt good. Until 10K on the bike. I tried to get away from a chasing group, and redlined. It allowed the group to get past, and again I was relegated to chasing on an unrelenting course. I hit T2 calm, and determined to make up ground. Which is exactly what I did. I felt the burn in my quads as I climbed the sand hill again, this time made worse with everyone having tread through it once. Again I was patient, and reeled in 3 guys, but it wasn't enough. I crossed 5th, but took consolation in being the first American.
In the week following the events I realized that I my comfort zone hadn't been pushed out far enough. I wasn't pushing myself enough in workouts when it called for it. But quitting at getting a win became out of the question - b/c once you give up on improving yourself, once you stop believing you can get better, you have given up on yourself. And if I have learned anything with my training and racing this season - I refuse to quit. I refuse to give up. I realized that its time to make peace with getting "uncomfortable" again, that to get to the top, you have to fight, everyday, and never lose that burning desire to not simply win, but to become fitter, healthier in every area of life.
Stay strong,
Guy
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Wind in Chicago? You're kidding!
Sometimes, I can't help but laugh at athletes in this area, myself included. We wait ever so impatiently for decent weather and when it finally does, we nit-pick it to death. Best example, complaints about the wind.
I don't know if everyone develops amnesia and forgets where we live, but, warm weather in the spring usually is combined with the endearing, and often strong, wind. "The Windy City" wasn't meant as a joke. And in the "plains" areas of Plainfield, Oswego, Yorkville, or other similar topographical areas, the wind is unrelenting because there is nothing to block it. But it happens every year. I mean every year. I've lived in Chicago for the better part of 37 years and I don't remember not having wind. And on some of the warmest days we've had this spring, some strong winds have accompanied it. But the tempurature is so nice, who cares? Well, elite athletes are a good place to start.
A couple weeks ago, it was 75 degrees. In April. In Chicago. And, there were strong winds. On a normally packed Wednesday night group ride, several people opted out, because of the wind. Now, it was strong, and with very fit athletes, the fear of tipping over is there, but, it was more of an issue of riding into the wind. So, they rode thier trainers. With sunshine and 75 degree temps well into the evening. The mind reels at this.
Look, I'm not saying I love the wind, but here's my take - last I checked, a lot of us consider Barrington to be "hilly". The climbs of Barrington aren't even blips on truly hilly places, like the Rockies. So, I embrace the wind to develop my strength on the bike and run. Since we don't have big climbs, the wind can provide some great opportunities to do intervals, learn about what gearing works best, or when running, how to get up on your toes. I say, make the wind your friend, and you'll always have a great training partner. One who will prepare for the inevitablity of a windy race. Don't look at it as hinderance, rather make your peace with it, and work on your weaknesses. You'll be stronger because of it. I know I am.
I actually smile when I get to a race and see the wind blowing stuff around. I know I'm always ready. Start thinking that same way, and you will be too.
Stay strong,
Guy
I don't know if everyone develops amnesia and forgets where we live, but, warm weather in the spring usually is combined with the endearing, and often strong, wind. "The Windy City" wasn't meant as a joke. And in the "plains" areas of Plainfield, Oswego, Yorkville, or other similar topographical areas, the wind is unrelenting because there is nothing to block it. But it happens every year. I mean every year. I've lived in Chicago for the better part of 37 years and I don't remember not having wind. And on some of the warmest days we've had this spring, some strong winds have accompanied it. But the tempurature is so nice, who cares? Well, elite athletes are a good place to start.
A couple weeks ago, it was 75 degrees. In April. In Chicago. And, there were strong winds. On a normally packed Wednesday night group ride, several people opted out, because of the wind. Now, it was strong, and with very fit athletes, the fear of tipping over is there, but, it was more of an issue of riding into the wind. So, they rode thier trainers. With sunshine and 75 degree temps well into the evening. The mind reels at this.
Look, I'm not saying I love the wind, but here's my take - last I checked, a lot of us consider Barrington to be "hilly". The climbs of Barrington aren't even blips on truly hilly places, like the Rockies. So, I embrace the wind to develop my strength on the bike and run. Since we don't have big climbs, the wind can provide some great opportunities to do intervals, learn about what gearing works best, or when running, how to get up on your toes. I say, make the wind your friend, and you'll always have a great training partner. One who will prepare for the inevitablity of a windy race. Don't look at it as hinderance, rather make your peace with it, and work on your weaknesses. You'll be stronger because of it. I know I am.
I actually smile when I get to a race and see the wind blowing stuff around. I know I'm always ready. Start thinking that same way, and you will be too.
Stay strong,
Guy
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Wasp Stings, ER visits, Lake flies, and some racing
"Dude, seriously, what are you doing, oooooooooohhh, that is freaky!!!" - Some kid filling his tires at the gas station where I got stung by a wasp
I know its been a while since I last posted, but let me say, its been an interesting 5 weeks. Powerman left me with a strong desire to have a good race and more importantly, to ratchet up my fitness and race acumen. So, once I got home from Alabama, I got right back at it, training hard, and feeling good.
So I decided to head back to Toledo to do an F1 style DU and was feeling good. So good, I stopped at the gas station the week of the race to vacuum out my truck. No sooner did I drop in the last quarter then I felt something in my shirt. Thanks to Mother Nature bringing Spring early, the bugs were out in force. And it just so happened the insect that got in my shirt, was a wasp. Before I could brush it out. I got stung not once, but 3 times by that little bastard. For most people, this is an annoyance. But for someone who is highly, and I do mean highly allergic, it can be a death sentence. So, as best I could, I calmly went to my truck tool kit, took at my Epi-pen, and hiked up my right pant leg. At this time, a young kid was filling his tires with air, watching me do this, and started to freak out. Thus the above quote. Here's the best part about being allergic to bees, wasps, etc. You have like, 45 minutes to get to an ER, if you stab yourself with an Epi-pen, otherwise, your throat begins to close, your tongue swell, and you choke to death. If you get stung multiple times, it cuts that 45 minutes in half. But, all the while as you are preparing to stick a giant needle in your body, you have to remain calm and focused, otherwise, it speeds to poison to your heart. Its really awesome.
So after stabbing myself, I had to then calculate how long it would take me to get from 75th and Lemont Road to essentially 35th and Lemont road where Good Sams Hospital is. While trying to not freak out, or notice that I was having difficulty breathing and seeing straight. Miraculously I made it, and thanks to an ER doctor who saw me the minute I walked in, I got a room immediately where I was treated. Treatment at the level of allergic reaction that I have, required 2 bags of saline, mixed with benedryll, Pepcid and a steroid. Not to mention, 2 rounds of a breathing treatment, which is essentially pure oxygen that you breathe through a mask for 15 minute intervals. According to the doctor, I had less than 5 minutes before I would have died. But in true Type A personality form, my first question was, "Do you think I'll be ok to race this weekend?" I'm not positive but I think he shook his head in disbelief, looked over at my friend Sheila who was kind enough to come help me out, and muttered something about me being slightly off kilter.
Still, 4 days later, there I was, toeing the line at the Dooby DU. in Toledo. And it was 34 degrees. Sweet. The thin gloves I had on did not help as I tried to get on my helmet in T1. Although I was 3rd in, 10 seconds off the leader, I took 2:12 in T1, essentially giving away the race. I spent the rest of the morning chasing down the top 4 guys, and although I made it close, my normally quick transitions were hampered by being ill prepared. Running 5:20's is great, but not when you are taking 1:30 in transition to get back on the bike. But the race left me feeling strong, recognizing I recovered from the stings, and my fitness was definitely on the rise.
So today, I was up in Wisconsin racing the Paper Discovery Duathlon. I had heard good things, knew it was competitive, and had a field of over 800 athletes. One problem, not USAT sanctioned. I know I have my issues with USAT, but having an official on a rather flat course would have helped. I went off in the elite wave, and for the first 2 mile run, knew I had to stay close to the front to make sure I was in the fight the whole time, giving myself a chance to run down anyone in front of me. At the half mile mark, I was in the lead group, and we hit the first mile at 5:15. But I didn't warm up enough and went out too hard, making me have to back off a bit to avoid burning matches. Got to T1, in 11 minutes, and felt ok, a little tight in my hip flexors. Still, got out into the headwind at 24 mph and was feeling good. Up the road though, I watched as 10 guys formed a team time trial, each taking pulls, and working really well together to get away. I was stunned. It was the most blatant use of cheating I have ever seen. I sat back, refusing to draft, and again, basically giving up the race. I rode the 20 mile course hard, considering the heavy head and cross winds, and plentiful lake flies (which I am still finding in my race bag) and as I entered T2, I saw the lead pack running together, some guys barely hanging on, and others just flat out falling off. I knew I only had 2 miles of running to do something, so, I got off my bike and decided to go all in, and run redline. By mile 1, I caught 3 of them, and as I got closer to the finish I was able to out-kick 3 more. But it wasn't enough. There I was 4th place, and visibly pissed off. As I write this now, I'm still pissed off.
I know it wasn't a USAT race, I know money wasn't on the line, but its the simple fact that I thought that if you are an elite, that you would race with integrity. I'm not condoning drafting among age groupers, but if we pros are to be the standard, shouldn't we set the best example possible? If someone knew to the sport sees a pro draft, what's the first thing they'll think? "Hey if so and so is doing it, why can't I?" I know this sounds like sour grapes, but I know one thing, I may not have been top wrung on the podium today, but I had the clearest conscience of the top guys. And that is the kind of motivation that is going to keep me going all season. And fitness is still improving, considering especially I ran and rode the way I did without any speedwork. I really can't wait to race again. I just hope that the people I am racing against will have a much deeper respect for the sport and themselves.
Stay strong,
Guy
I know its been a while since I last posted, but let me say, its been an interesting 5 weeks. Powerman left me with a strong desire to have a good race and more importantly, to ratchet up my fitness and race acumen. So, once I got home from Alabama, I got right back at it, training hard, and feeling good.
So I decided to head back to Toledo to do an F1 style DU and was feeling good. So good, I stopped at the gas station the week of the race to vacuum out my truck. No sooner did I drop in the last quarter then I felt something in my shirt. Thanks to Mother Nature bringing Spring early, the bugs were out in force. And it just so happened the insect that got in my shirt, was a wasp. Before I could brush it out. I got stung not once, but 3 times by that little bastard. For most people, this is an annoyance. But for someone who is highly, and I do mean highly allergic, it can be a death sentence. So, as best I could, I calmly went to my truck tool kit, took at my Epi-pen, and hiked up my right pant leg. At this time, a young kid was filling his tires with air, watching me do this, and started to freak out. Thus the above quote. Here's the best part about being allergic to bees, wasps, etc. You have like, 45 minutes to get to an ER, if you stab yourself with an Epi-pen, otherwise, your throat begins to close, your tongue swell, and you choke to death. If you get stung multiple times, it cuts that 45 minutes in half. But, all the while as you are preparing to stick a giant needle in your body, you have to remain calm and focused, otherwise, it speeds to poison to your heart. Its really awesome.
So after stabbing myself, I had to then calculate how long it would take me to get from 75th and Lemont Road to essentially 35th and Lemont road where Good Sams Hospital is. While trying to not freak out, or notice that I was having difficulty breathing and seeing straight. Miraculously I made it, and thanks to an ER doctor who saw me the minute I walked in, I got a room immediately where I was treated. Treatment at the level of allergic reaction that I have, required 2 bags of saline, mixed with benedryll, Pepcid and a steroid. Not to mention, 2 rounds of a breathing treatment, which is essentially pure oxygen that you breathe through a mask for 15 minute intervals. According to the doctor, I had less than 5 minutes before I would have died. But in true Type A personality form, my first question was, "Do you think I'll be ok to race this weekend?" I'm not positive but I think he shook his head in disbelief, looked over at my friend Sheila who was kind enough to come help me out, and muttered something about me being slightly off kilter.
Still, 4 days later, there I was, toeing the line at the Dooby DU. in Toledo. And it was 34 degrees. Sweet. The thin gloves I had on did not help as I tried to get on my helmet in T1. Although I was 3rd in, 10 seconds off the leader, I took 2:12 in T1, essentially giving away the race. I spent the rest of the morning chasing down the top 4 guys, and although I made it close, my normally quick transitions were hampered by being ill prepared. Running 5:20's is great, but not when you are taking 1:30 in transition to get back on the bike. But the race left me feeling strong, recognizing I recovered from the stings, and my fitness was definitely on the rise.
So today, I was up in Wisconsin racing the Paper Discovery Duathlon. I had heard good things, knew it was competitive, and had a field of over 800 athletes. One problem, not USAT sanctioned. I know I have my issues with USAT, but having an official on a rather flat course would have helped. I went off in the elite wave, and for the first 2 mile run, knew I had to stay close to the front to make sure I was in the fight the whole time, giving myself a chance to run down anyone in front of me. At the half mile mark, I was in the lead group, and we hit the first mile at 5:15. But I didn't warm up enough and went out too hard, making me have to back off a bit to avoid burning matches. Got to T1, in 11 minutes, and felt ok, a little tight in my hip flexors. Still, got out into the headwind at 24 mph and was feeling good. Up the road though, I watched as 10 guys formed a team time trial, each taking pulls, and working really well together to get away. I was stunned. It was the most blatant use of cheating I have ever seen. I sat back, refusing to draft, and again, basically giving up the race. I rode the 20 mile course hard, considering the heavy head and cross winds, and plentiful lake flies (which I am still finding in my race bag) and as I entered T2, I saw the lead pack running together, some guys barely hanging on, and others just flat out falling off. I knew I only had 2 miles of running to do something, so, I got off my bike and decided to go all in, and run redline. By mile 1, I caught 3 of them, and as I got closer to the finish I was able to out-kick 3 more. But it wasn't enough. There I was 4th place, and visibly pissed off. As I write this now, I'm still pissed off.
I know it wasn't a USAT race, I know money wasn't on the line, but its the simple fact that I thought that if you are an elite, that you would race with integrity. I'm not condoning drafting among age groupers, but if we pros are to be the standard, shouldn't we set the best example possible? If someone knew to the sport sees a pro draft, what's the first thing they'll think? "Hey if so and so is doing it, why can't I?" I know this sounds like sour grapes, but I know one thing, I may not have been top wrung on the podium today, but I had the clearest conscience of the top guys. And that is the kind of motivation that is going to keep me going all season. And fitness is still improving, considering especially I ran and rode the way I did without any speedwork. I really can't wait to race again. I just hope that the people I am racing against will have a much deeper respect for the sport and themselves.
Stay strong,
Guy
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Big wake up call
I'm going to keep this one short. Yes, I raced Powerman Alabama and got my ass handed to me. There is no other way to say it. I was fit, in better shape than ever, and the heat and hills kicked my ass. I finished, and there were soome DNF's in the pro field, but the second run, I couldn't keep fluids down by mile 3, and I was stopping every 500-600 meters to throw up. It got ugly. So my second run was embarrassing.
I rode hard, but not hard enough, as my 2 minute stagger penalty left me riding solo, unable to have someone to chase. No it was not the perfect race. It was brutal and hard and it was exactly what I needed to know where I needed to spend my efforts for training. I was purposely conservative the first run, b/c it was super hilly, and maybe I should have gone a bit harder. But I'm not using the excuse of climate changes, I'm not blaming anyone for my hydration issues, I'm owning this. But its exactly the kind of kick I need to get back up and come at it even harder. And that's exaclty what I intend to do.
We all fall down, we all have bad races. I had mine. I'm not going to say I'm ok with it, b/c I'm not done with the season, I'm not done training and racing. Far from it. I'm only planning to get stronger, and faster.
Hats off to everyone who raced, especially the Chicago contingent, and Jenny Garrison, who did great, and said afterwards "I'd rather give birth again than do this race." But she did awesome.
Stay strong,
Guy
I rode hard, but not hard enough, as my 2 minute stagger penalty left me riding solo, unable to have someone to chase. No it was not the perfect race. It was brutal and hard and it was exactly what I needed to know where I needed to spend my efforts for training. I was purposely conservative the first run, b/c it was super hilly, and maybe I should have gone a bit harder. But I'm not using the excuse of climate changes, I'm not blaming anyone for my hydration issues, I'm owning this. But its exactly the kind of kick I need to get back up and come at it even harder. And that's exaclty what I intend to do.
We all fall down, we all have bad races. I had mine. I'm not going to say I'm ok with it, b/c I'm not done with the season, I'm not done training and racing. Far from it. I'm only planning to get stronger, and faster.
Hats off to everyone who raced, especially the Chicago contingent, and Jenny Garrison, who did great, and said afterwards "I'd rather give birth again than do this race." But she did awesome.
Stay strong,
Guy
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Living life outside the comfort zone
"Adversity is an opportunity for heroism". - Former Bills headcoach, Marv Levy
The last couple weeks have been eye openers for me. With the better weather, its provided the opportunity to get outside more, specifically to ride, and push the limits, realizing the importance of living outside the comfort zone.
What does that mean? Well, in purely athletic terms, if you half-ass a work out, you get half-ass results. Its not complicated, there are no tricks or special things you need to do; bottom line, you got to put in the work. And its easy to get in that routine. Trust me, I know. Last year, I thought, "hey, I work hard, I feel like I'm improving, so I'm on point to do well at any race, any distance." And then I promptly went to my first big pro race and got my ass handed to me. Still, I didn't realize though, what the root of the problem was. I wasn't truly putting in the effort, the heart, necessary to make each workout count. I wasn't as careful with my nutrition as I thought. I had more holes in my game than weapons in my arsenal.
So, I had two choices - 1. Gamble that I could stay on that road, and ride it out, or 2. Suck it up, really make the effort to hit the workouts that were given, and really pay attention to what the hell I needed to do. And so far, its been pretty good. I see differences. Some bigger than others, but the focus is there, and with that, comes something I was missing last year - the hunger. I walked into half my races last year, without any kind of desire or hunger. That hunger that literally leaves the taste of acid in your mouth, b/c you want to just get out there and rip it up.
But as I thought about it more, living life outside my comfort zone, or any of us for that matter, that's how we grow as people. Part of lululemon's credo is "Do one thing a day that scares you." I believe that, and add - start to live, really live your life. You hear constantly, "live like each day is your last" , but how often do we really do it? We get comfortable, complacent actually, and that leaves us missing out on huge opportunities in life. Do one thing a day that scares you. If that's too much, do one thing a week that scares you. Call that girl/guy that you think is out of your league, how will you really know until you ask? Change careers, yeah its scary, hell its down-right frightening, but how will you know true happiness and a sense of true accomplishment if you stay in that dead-end job, always doing just enough to not get fired? You die a little bit each day that way. I know it b/c I lived it. And now, each day is an adventure, each day presents new and fascinating challenges, but if you are pursuing your dream, they aren't obstacles, they are building blocks to creating a complete you.
Look adversity in the eye and grab it by its throat and let it know who's calling the shots. I've learned that if you get out of your own way, the sky is the limit. Marv Levy was right, adversity gives everyone the chance to be great. The question is - are you brave enough to face it head on and say, "Let them come, let them all come. I'm ready"? Only you know the answer, and that's the best part - you control your destiny.
Stay strong,
Guy
The last couple weeks have been eye openers for me. With the better weather, its provided the opportunity to get outside more, specifically to ride, and push the limits, realizing the importance of living outside the comfort zone.
What does that mean? Well, in purely athletic terms, if you half-ass a work out, you get half-ass results. Its not complicated, there are no tricks or special things you need to do; bottom line, you got to put in the work. And its easy to get in that routine. Trust me, I know. Last year, I thought, "hey, I work hard, I feel like I'm improving, so I'm on point to do well at any race, any distance." And then I promptly went to my first big pro race and got my ass handed to me. Still, I didn't realize though, what the root of the problem was. I wasn't truly putting in the effort, the heart, necessary to make each workout count. I wasn't as careful with my nutrition as I thought. I had more holes in my game than weapons in my arsenal.
So, I had two choices - 1. Gamble that I could stay on that road, and ride it out, or 2. Suck it up, really make the effort to hit the workouts that were given, and really pay attention to what the hell I needed to do. And so far, its been pretty good. I see differences. Some bigger than others, but the focus is there, and with that, comes something I was missing last year - the hunger. I walked into half my races last year, without any kind of desire or hunger. That hunger that literally leaves the taste of acid in your mouth, b/c you want to just get out there and rip it up.
But as I thought about it more, living life outside my comfort zone, or any of us for that matter, that's how we grow as people. Part of lululemon's credo is "Do one thing a day that scares you." I believe that, and add - start to live, really live your life. You hear constantly, "live like each day is your last" , but how often do we really do it? We get comfortable, complacent actually, and that leaves us missing out on huge opportunities in life. Do one thing a day that scares you. If that's too much, do one thing a week that scares you. Call that girl/guy that you think is out of your league, how will you really know until you ask? Change careers, yeah its scary, hell its down-right frightening, but how will you know true happiness and a sense of true accomplishment if you stay in that dead-end job, always doing just enough to not get fired? You die a little bit each day that way. I know it b/c I lived it. And now, each day is an adventure, each day presents new and fascinating challenges, but if you are pursuing your dream, they aren't obstacles, they are building blocks to creating a complete you.
Look adversity in the eye and grab it by its throat and let it know who's calling the shots. I've learned that if you get out of your own way, the sky is the limit. Marv Levy was right, adversity gives everyone the chance to be great. The question is - are you brave enough to face it head on and say, "Let them come, let them all come. I'm ready"? Only you know the answer, and that's the best part - you control your destiny.
Stay strong,
Guy
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Winning Ugly
"It is only through work that either nation or individual moves on to greatness. The great man is always the man of mighty effort, and usually the man whom grinding need has trained to mighty effort" - Theodore Roosevelt while paying tribute to Ulysses S. Grant
Yesterday was supposed to be my personal experiment at the "spring classics" of Multisport in the Midwest, the Orland Park Indoor Duathlon. In its 8th year, I consider it a classic, since it passed the 5 year mark and in multisport that's a huge deal. And it was supposed to be a lot of fun; provide some insight into how my training is going, how my body is responding. But my body had other ideas.
When I woke up yesterday, I felt chills. I didn't sleep well, and I was severly congested, and definitely not feeling well. I took my temp, it was 99.5, not a big deal, but my normal core temp runs around 97, so I knew something was off. I got out of bed, looked at my race bag, and thought, "Screw it, I'm staying home". But the internal conflict wouldn't let me off that easy. So, I emailed my coach to get a second opinion. Her words were pretty clear - DO NOT RACE. So, I sat on my couch, drinking some immune boosting something or other, and put on some music. Drake and friends song - "Forever". I closed my eyes and weighed my options. I could risk going and getting worse, not able to train for a few days, and performing poorly, or, I could go, and just try to end it as quickly as possible and maybe sweat out some of this cold or flu or whatever the hell was in my system. When I opened my eyes, I knew my answer. And within 5 minutes I was at Starbucks getting my pre-race coffee.
Anyone who's a Southsider, and old school for that matter, remembers the 1983 White Sox season and their infamous tag line - "Winning Ugly". As I was warming up on a stationary bike and measuring my effort by the amount of sweat coming out of me at a low level, I turned my music higher, and figured if I was going to repeat as champ, it was going to be an ugly win. A straight, come from the gut type, not worrying about technology or what kind of sports drink I was taking in. I just figured, get fluids, and keep them down and you are ahead of the game. I barely even ran to warm up, I was trying to conserve energy, knowing that my legs would probably be a little tight, that conventional wisdom is, the shorter the race, the longer the warm up. Not this day. 20 minutes on the bike, 5 minutes of running and I took the line.
I walked up to the kid who was my "assistant" counting my laps and checking my times, named DJ. I asked him one small favor - "Whatever you do, don't ever let me slow down. If you see me getting slow or tired, just yell to pick it up". I think that scared him a bit, as he looked at me if I was half-crazed. The first run - 1.5 miles of straight anaerobic torture. I tried to pace, but every time I tried to conserve, I felt worse, so I just hammered. I came through first and thought I was going to hurl. We headed to the bikes, DJ right there, asking me if I was ready. I told him I was probably going to close my eyes for the ride, so he would need to tell me when I hit 10 miles so I would stop. He laughed, but once I started to ride, he saw I wasn't kidding. It was a spin bike, so getting comfortable was easier than last week's race, but riding at 135 rpm was not. I had to close my eyes and just embrace the pain. I was pouring sweat, and just kept cranking. Thankfully, it wasn't long when I felt a tap on my shoulder - I was done. First off the bike and back to finish with another 1.5 mile run.
Now, these aren't daunting distances, but you really have no choice but to go all out. So, again I looked to DJ - just count the laps so I know when to stop. I didn't want to have to think about anything else. I felt chills, but knew I couldn't stop now, I had to suck it up. And that's what I did. I literally would be staring at DJ as time went by and he was one diligent kid, shouting encouragement, and yelling out lap numbers. When I hit 15, I went over, shook his hand, thanked him and excused myself. I quietly walked to the bathroom, and vomited like I was trying to win a contest. I exited the bathroom quietly, thankful that the music and cheering drowned out my own noise.
About an hour later, the race director, Debbie Graham who thought I was crazy for racing in my condition, I think her exact words when she first saw me were, "Good to see you! Wow, you look awful!" called my name as the overall winner and the new course record holder. I graciously accepted my award, as well as my free hair cut and style at Perry George's salon (if you've seen my hair, you know that's just a cruel reminder of why I prefer hats). But what made my day truly special, DJ, the great assistant, walked over to me after the race and said that I inspired him to work out and enter the race next year. And for a moment, I didn't feel sick or tired, I felt honored and humbled. It was the best reminder of why we race - to inspire others, to let people know anyone, and I mean anyone can be a multisport athlete. To give back to those who help us, like DJ did, that's the best reward of all.
Thanks to the great crew at Orland Park and my sponsors. And oh yeah, when I talked to Jenny today, "dumbass" flew off her lips pretty easily. But like I told her, I'm not her smartest athlete, I'll just work harder than anyone else. Thanks Jen. And in memory of my Papa, whose birthday is today, this was for you.
Stay strong,
Guy
Yesterday was supposed to be my personal experiment at the "spring classics" of Multisport in the Midwest, the Orland Park Indoor Duathlon. In its 8th year, I consider it a classic, since it passed the 5 year mark and in multisport that's a huge deal. And it was supposed to be a lot of fun; provide some insight into how my training is going, how my body is responding. But my body had other ideas.
When I woke up yesterday, I felt chills. I didn't sleep well, and I was severly congested, and definitely not feeling well. I took my temp, it was 99.5, not a big deal, but my normal core temp runs around 97, so I knew something was off. I got out of bed, looked at my race bag, and thought, "Screw it, I'm staying home". But the internal conflict wouldn't let me off that easy. So, I emailed my coach to get a second opinion. Her words were pretty clear - DO NOT RACE. So, I sat on my couch, drinking some immune boosting something or other, and put on some music. Drake and friends song - "Forever". I closed my eyes and weighed my options. I could risk going and getting worse, not able to train for a few days, and performing poorly, or, I could go, and just try to end it as quickly as possible and maybe sweat out some of this cold or flu or whatever the hell was in my system. When I opened my eyes, I knew my answer. And within 5 minutes I was at Starbucks getting my pre-race coffee.
Anyone who's a Southsider, and old school for that matter, remembers the 1983 White Sox season and their infamous tag line - "Winning Ugly". As I was warming up on a stationary bike and measuring my effort by the amount of sweat coming out of me at a low level, I turned my music higher, and figured if I was going to repeat as champ, it was going to be an ugly win. A straight, come from the gut type, not worrying about technology or what kind of sports drink I was taking in. I just figured, get fluids, and keep them down and you are ahead of the game. I barely even ran to warm up, I was trying to conserve energy, knowing that my legs would probably be a little tight, that conventional wisdom is, the shorter the race, the longer the warm up. Not this day. 20 minutes on the bike, 5 minutes of running and I took the line.
I walked up to the kid who was my "assistant" counting my laps and checking my times, named DJ. I asked him one small favor - "Whatever you do, don't ever let me slow down. If you see me getting slow or tired, just yell to pick it up". I think that scared him a bit, as he looked at me if I was half-crazed. The first run - 1.5 miles of straight anaerobic torture. I tried to pace, but every time I tried to conserve, I felt worse, so I just hammered. I came through first and thought I was going to hurl. We headed to the bikes, DJ right there, asking me if I was ready. I told him I was probably going to close my eyes for the ride, so he would need to tell me when I hit 10 miles so I would stop. He laughed, but once I started to ride, he saw I wasn't kidding. It was a spin bike, so getting comfortable was easier than last week's race, but riding at 135 rpm was not. I had to close my eyes and just embrace the pain. I was pouring sweat, and just kept cranking. Thankfully, it wasn't long when I felt a tap on my shoulder - I was done. First off the bike and back to finish with another 1.5 mile run.
Now, these aren't daunting distances, but you really have no choice but to go all out. So, again I looked to DJ - just count the laps so I know when to stop. I didn't want to have to think about anything else. I felt chills, but knew I couldn't stop now, I had to suck it up. And that's what I did. I literally would be staring at DJ as time went by and he was one diligent kid, shouting encouragement, and yelling out lap numbers. When I hit 15, I went over, shook his hand, thanked him and excused myself. I quietly walked to the bathroom, and vomited like I was trying to win a contest. I exited the bathroom quietly, thankful that the music and cheering drowned out my own noise.
About an hour later, the race director, Debbie Graham who thought I was crazy for racing in my condition, I think her exact words when she first saw me were, "Good to see you! Wow, you look awful!" called my name as the overall winner and the new course record holder. I graciously accepted my award, as well as my free hair cut and style at Perry George's salon (if you've seen my hair, you know that's just a cruel reminder of why I prefer hats). But what made my day truly special, DJ, the great assistant, walked over to me after the race and said that I inspired him to work out and enter the race next year. And for a moment, I didn't feel sick or tired, I felt honored and humbled. It was the best reminder of why we race - to inspire others, to let people know anyone, and I mean anyone can be a multisport athlete. To give back to those who help us, like DJ did, that's the best reward of all.
Thanks to the great crew at Orland Park and my sponsors. And oh yeah, when I talked to Jenny today, "dumbass" flew off her lips pretty easily. But like I told her, I'm not her smartest athlete, I'll just work harder than anyone else. Thanks Jen. And in memory of my Papa, whose birthday is today, this was for you.
Stay strong,
Guy
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The season begins - the "Spring Classics" of multi-sport
"You'll only ever grow as a human being if you're outside your comfort zone" - Percy Cerutty
Writing this blog now, I realize how important the above phrase truly is. I've spent the last 4 months living my life outside of my own comfort zone and have discovered that, with the help of others, I've grown more than I did in 36 years. Cerruty knew that if his athletes were not living life off the track outside thier comfort zone, they were not experiencing life in full. He knew that once they did, they would handle the stresses during racing and training much easier, and more maturely.
And that's exactly where I found myself this past weekend, doing my first tri in over 7 years. With sporadic swimming thanks to chronic ear infections, I wasn't sure how things would shake out. But I remained relaxed, not thinking about the antibiotics running thru me, or the fact that I still couldn't hear out of my right ear. Its funny how a race can make you forget that kind of stuff, as you get caught up in the competition and excitement of racing.
I raced one of the Midwest Indoor Tri Series races, at Health Track in Glen Ellyn. The series is one of the longest standing ones in the Midwest, and I guess qualifies as a "classic". My love of professional cycling is always renewed at this time of the year, as the mini-classics of Europe have started, as well as the week-long classics, like Paris-Nice, and the romance and history that surrounds these events. I had always hoped for the same in multi-sport, but with constant sponsor changes, and governing body shifts, some races never get the chance. But the Midwest Indoor Tri Series has withstood the test of time, so, for me, its a classic.
The day actually went better than expected, although I could not get comfortable on the stationary bikes provided, but I felt good, a little worn out from the meds, but all in all, fluid. So much so, that once we hit the run, I hit my stride, and until the last couple minutes, felt that I was on pretty good form for this time of the year. Of course, getting pimped by my coach, Jen Garrison at the bell wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but, if anyone was going to do it, better her than anyone else. And it all hurt, from gun to final bell. All anaerobic, all full gas. There were moments on the bike where I had to close my eyes to shut out the noise and just embrace the pain. And the end result - a 3rd place overall finish. Do I wish that I was first? Of course. But considering my health, and what I had gone through during the week, I smiled, (a rare event indeed) and drove off, feeling better, stronger.
In the Midwest, we don't have many opportunities to measure ourselves against competition and races like this can snap us out of the winter slumber mindset and into race mode. I know for me, that's what happened. I felt energy, alive, and ready to go again. Will I be able to race tri's this season? Not sure. Its all on my health right now. And if I can't, I can live with that. The best thing was after the race, the days following the race, I wasn't sore, I wasn't fatigued, I felt good. I didn't taper for the race, I had put in heavy training and came out on the other side, feeling better, gaining confidence.
But I know I need one more race effort before Powerman Alabama, thoughtfully scheduled on March 27. So, I will be back at it this weekend, racing at Orland Park at an indoor du. I'm still not 100 percent healthy, but its ok. I've learned that racing without anger is actually better than racing with it. It provides more clarity, more focus. A very special person taught me that recently. Someone who is truly good and real. Its true what they say - a good woman is hard to find. And although I am not with her, she had the kindness to remind me of the true importance of letting all the anger go, let that huge chip on my shoulder fade away and just race. I'm forever grateful for that.
And of course, thanks again to Jenny who keeps me in line and reminds me to keep my head on straight. Without her, I know I'd probably be sitting on the couch eating potato chips and drinking beer, giving up on the whole scene. But I still don't like her workouts. Jsut don't tell her I said that, she'll only make them worse.
Stay strong,
Guy
Writing this blog now, I realize how important the above phrase truly is. I've spent the last 4 months living my life outside of my own comfort zone and have discovered that, with the help of others, I've grown more than I did in 36 years. Cerruty knew that if his athletes were not living life off the track outside thier comfort zone, they were not experiencing life in full. He knew that once they did, they would handle the stresses during racing and training much easier, and more maturely.
And that's exactly where I found myself this past weekend, doing my first tri in over 7 years. With sporadic swimming thanks to chronic ear infections, I wasn't sure how things would shake out. But I remained relaxed, not thinking about the antibiotics running thru me, or the fact that I still couldn't hear out of my right ear. Its funny how a race can make you forget that kind of stuff, as you get caught up in the competition and excitement of racing.
I raced one of the Midwest Indoor Tri Series races, at Health Track in Glen Ellyn. The series is one of the longest standing ones in the Midwest, and I guess qualifies as a "classic". My love of professional cycling is always renewed at this time of the year, as the mini-classics of Europe have started, as well as the week-long classics, like Paris-Nice, and the romance and history that surrounds these events. I had always hoped for the same in multi-sport, but with constant sponsor changes, and governing body shifts, some races never get the chance. But the Midwest Indoor Tri Series has withstood the test of time, so, for me, its a classic.
The day actually went better than expected, although I could not get comfortable on the stationary bikes provided, but I felt good, a little worn out from the meds, but all in all, fluid. So much so, that once we hit the run, I hit my stride, and until the last couple minutes, felt that I was on pretty good form for this time of the year. Of course, getting pimped by my coach, Jen Garrison at the bell wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but, if anyone was going to do it, better her than anyone else. And it all hurt, from gun to final bell. All anaerobic, all full gas. There were moments on the bike where I had to close my eyes to shut out the noise and just embrace the pain. And the end result - a 3rd place overall finish. Do I wish that I was first? Of course. But considering my health, and what I had gone through during the week, I smiled, (a rare event indeed) and drove off, feeling better, stronger.
In the Midwest, we don't have many opportunities to measure ourselves against competition and races like this can snap us out of the winter slumber mindset and into race mode. I know for me, that's what happened. I felt energy, alive, and ready to go again. Will I be able to race tri's this season? Not sure. Its all on my health right now. And if I can't, I can live with that. The best thing was after the race, the days following the race, I wasn't sore, I wasn't fatigued, I felt good. I didn't taper for the race, I had put in heavy training and came out on the other side, feeling better, gaining confidence.
But I know I need one more race effort before Powerman Alabama, thoughtfully scheduled on March 27. So, I will be back at it this weekend, racing at Orland Park at an indoor du. I'm still not 100 percent healthy, but its ok. I've learned that racing without anger is actually better than racing with it. It provides more clarity, more focus. A very special person taught me that recently. Someone who is truly good and real. Its true what they say - a good woman is hard to find. And although I am not with her, she had the kindness to remind me of the true importance of letting all the anger go, let that huge chip on my shoulder fade away and just race. I'm forever grateful for that.
And of course, thanks again to Jenny who keeps me in line and reminds me to keep my head on straight. Without her, I know I'd probably be sitting on the couch eating potato chips and drinking beer, giving up on the whole scene. But I still don't like her workouts. Jsut don't tell her I said that, she'll only make them worse.
Stay strong,
Guy
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Lululemon Oakbrook's Lifestyle Challenge
Hello all,
This coming Sunday, February 28, 2010, at the Oak Brook Lululemon, at 6 pm, we will be kicking off the official "Lifestyle Challenge". Let me explain a bit the background and how the program is going to run.
The purpose behind the challenge was simple - getting people to truly commit to living a healthier lifestlye, by imporving diet and exercise. And when I say exercise, we will be utilizing the 3 main components of triathlon, something I consider to be one of the purest and easiest forms of cross-training. When I say "easy" I mean easy in the sense that anyone can do it. I say this because I have seen all shapes and sizes at races across the country, and if one thing triathlon is, its all encompassing. All walks of life can do it, and that includes you.
I know many people make that new year's resolution - "I'm going to be fitter this year, or healthier or eat better, or get in shape", and its usually around this time that the adreline rush of the new year has worn off and we fall into our old routines. Well this is opportunity to get that boost to keep going. We will be providing training, clinics of all varieties from a great group of ambassadors, elite and pro athletes and top level coaches. This program is 100% hands on, and with the assistance of Rick Lapinksi, Cheryl Scigousky, The Bike Shop in Glen Ellyn, Accelerated Rehad in Darien, which is Gina Pongetti and her top flight crew, this Challenge stands to be one of the best chances for you to get out and get fit. Meet people of similar backgrounds, find training partners, discover things about yourself that you never dreamed possible.
And at the end of it, come June, you don't even have to race. True, you'll have all the tools necessary to do so, but the most important thing, getting healthy. Best part - this is all FREE courtesy of your friendly crew at Lululemon Oakbrook.
So, tell your friends, tell your family, tell the guy who just sat down next to you on the train, who won't get off his cell phone. The more the merrier. Look forward to seeing you on Sunday night. You may have spent the better part of your life doing something for someone else, now its time to do something positive for you.
Stay strong,
Guy
This coming Sunday, February 28, 2010, at the Oak Brook Lululemon, at 6 pm, we will be kicking off the official "Lifestyle Challenge". Let me explain a bit the background and how the program is going to run.
The purpose behind the challenge was simple - getting people to truly commit to living a healthier lifestlye, by imporving diet and exercise. And when I say exercise, we will be utilizing the 3 main components of triathlon, something I consider to be one of the purest and easiest forms of cross-training. When I say "easy" I mean easy in the sense that anyone can do it. I say this because I have seen all shapes and sizes at races across the country, and if one thing triathlon is, its all encompassing. All walks of life can do it, and that includes you.
I know many people make that new year's resolution - "I'm going to be fitter this year, or healthier or eat better, or get in shape", and its usually around this time that the adreline rush of the new year has worn off and we fall into our old routines. Well this is opportunity to get that boost to keep going. We will be providing training, clinics of all varieties from a great group of ambassadors, elite and pro athletes and top level coaches. This program is 100% hands on, and with the assistance of Rick Lapinksi, Cheryl Scigousky, The Bike Shop in Glen Ellyn, Accelerated Rehad in Darien, which is Gina Pongetti and her top flight crew, this Challenge stands to be one of the best chances for you to get out and get fit. Meet people of similar backgrounds, find training partners, discover things about yourself that you never dreamed possible.
And at the end of it, come June, you don't even have to race. True, you'll have all the tools necessary to do so, but the most important thing, getting healthy. Best part - this is all FREE courtesy of your friendly crew at Lululemon Oakbrook.
So, tell your friends, tell your family, tell the guy who just sat down next to you on the train, who won't get off his cell phone. The more the merrier. Look forward to seeing you on Sunday night. You may have spent the better part of your life doing something for someone else, now its time to do something positive for you.
Stay strong,
Guy
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
The "Unofficial Lululemon 5K fun run" - I went to have fun and a race broke out
"I always knew I had a high tolerance for pain. I knew I could suffer longer, and dig deeper than anyone else. I knew I would train harder than anyone else to prove it. If it was a sufferfest, I was going to come out on top".
From, "Its Not About the Bike" , by Lance Armstrong
So, I know I'm the first one to say, if its a fun run, then treat it as such. And that was completely my intention as we embarked from the Halsted Lululemon to celebrate the "Traveling Pants" Tour, which culminated with a 5K fun run. And spirits were high on Saturday morning (2/13) as employees, ambassadors and friends headed towards our destination of the Rush street store. And there I was, with my friend and training partner, Rick Lapinski, promising each other we'd have fun. But something happened within the first mile - I felt good, strong, and the competitive side came to the front. All my memories of running on the Southside, ducking through traffic, sprinting down lights, bouncing from sidewalk to street, smiling the whole time, laughing to myself, as I felt my legs responding like they did years ago.
So, yes, it was my fault the pace got pushed. And pushed. And suddenly, it was myself, Rick and a very good female runner who was hanging in. Although we weren't going race pace, I found myself varying the tempo, up on my toes, loving the sun, the wind, the feeling of going hard, that shift of gears that every athlete seeks during winter training; a reassurance that training is going as planned. So there we were, sprinting down Michigan Avenue, ducking the early morning shoppers, the bell hops hailing cabs, all with that all-to-familiar look from people of "what the hell is going on?"
As we reached our destination, I felt even better, and looked over at my two compatriots, as they smiled too, knowing that sometimes, you just need a good, hard run. As we jogged to cool down, the girl who ran with us asked an honest question. "how do I get faster? How can I run like you do and not hurt?" Rick answered first, stating simple truths - embrace pain. And suddenly I found myself responding and elaborating, "You have to be prepared to go to that 'dark place' where the pain leaves you with seeing white spots, black spots, dizziness, the feeling of having to vomit, nearly passing out, and a sensation of hot, white pain, always knowing you will come out the other side a stronger athlete, mentally and physically".
She stood for a moment, then thanked us for the advice and took off. As Rick and I ran back to Halsted, I thought about what I said. It reminded me of everything that I use in my own training. I'm not the most talented or gifted athlete, I have to work harder. And that means suffering more. But, I take tremendous comfort in knowing that I don't fear it. The following quote is so true - "When you make friends with pain, you will never be alone". Rick reminded me of that as we ran back, at a rather healthily fast pace, and I smiled reminded of Lance's quote, of what it takes to reach new levels. And bottom line, you have to be ready to hurt.
The difference for me now, I do so with a support system of coworkers and friends that understand and provide the balance. Its just another reason why I love working for Lululemon. Because I know once I'm done hurting, I walk in the store and feel refreshed and welcomed. I no longer have just pain as my sidekick.
And its with that sense of balance that I am excited to launch our "Lifestyle Change Challenge" out of our store in Oakbrook, IL. We are utilizing tri training to get people to change thier lifestyle and get ready for a race. Come check us out on February 28, 2010 at 6 pm. Come check out the store and stick around for the Challenge.
Stay Strong,
Guy
From, "Its Not About the Bike" , by Lance Armstrong
So, I know I'm the first one to say, if its a fun run, then treat it as such. And that was completely my intention as we embarked from the Halsted Lululemon to celebrate the "Traveling Pants" Tour, which culminated with a 5K fun run. And spirits were high on Saturday morning (2/13) as employees, ambassadors and friends headed towards our destination of the Rush street store. And there I was, with my friend and training partner, Rick Lapinski, promising each other we'd have fun. But something happened within the first mile - I felt good, strong, and the competitive side came to the front. All my memories of running on the Southside, ducking through traffic, sprinting down lights, bouncing from sidewalk to street, smiling the whole time, laughing to myself, as I felt my legs responding like they did years ago.
So, yes, it was my fault the pace got pushed. And pushed. And suddenly, it was myself, Rick and a very good female runner who was hanging in. Although we weren't going race pace, I found myself varying the tempo, up on my toes, loving the sun, the wind, the feeling of going hard, that shift of gears that every athlete seeks during winter training; a reassurance that training is going as planned. So there we were, sprinting down Michigan Avenue, ducking the early morning shoppers, the bell hops hailing cabs, all with that all-to-familiar look from people of "what the hell is going on?"
As we reached our destination, I felt even better, and looked over at my two compatriots, as they smiled too, knowing that sometimes, you just need a good, hard run. As we jogged to cool down, the girl who ran with us asked an honest question. "how do I get faster? How can I run like you do and not hurt?" Rick answered first, stating simple truths - embrace pain. And suddenly I found myself responding and elaborating, "You have to be prepared to go to that 'dark place' where the pain leaves you with seeing white spots, black spots, dizziness, the feeling of having to vomit, nearly passing out, and a sensation of hot, white pain, always knowing you will come out the other side a stronger athlete, mentally and physically".
She stood for a moment, then thanked us for the advice and took off. As Rick and I ran back to Halsted, I thought about what I said. It reminded me of everything that I use in my own training. I'm not the most talented or gifted athlete, I have to work harder. And that means suffering more. But, I take tremendous comfort in knowing that I don't fear it. The following quote is so true - "When you make friends with pain, you will never be alone". Rick reminded me of that as we ran back, at a rather healthily fast pace, and I smiled reminded of Lance's quote, of what it takes to reach new levels. And bottom line, you have to be ready to hurt.
The difference for me now, I do so with a support system of coworkers and friends that understand and provide the balance. Its just another reason why I love working for Lululemon. Because I know once I'm done hurting, I walk in the store and feel refreshed and welcomed. I no longer have just pain as my sidekick.
And its with that sense of balance that I am excited to launch our "Lifestyle Change Challenge" out of our store in Oakbrook, IL. We are utilizing tri training to get people to change thier lifestyle and get ready for a race. Come check us out on February 28, 2010 at 6 pm. Come check out the store and stick around for the Challenge.
Stay Strong,
Guy
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Things happen for a reason.....
"He knows, we all know - its going to be better, because its going to be better"
Excerpt from "Lance Armstrong's War" by Daniel Coyle
Ever since the above title book came out, I made a point to read it, at a minimum, twice a season. And its not because I have an infatuation with Lance, but because I admire his will, determination and focus. And his ability to impose his will on those around him to believe in him and more importantly, in themselves. If he believes something is going to work, even in the face of insurmountable odds, he makes it work.
The last few weeks, I've watched as people in my life have done the same. I've watched as they have taken the lessons of the past, no matter how bittersweet, and turned them into a positive. The first sighting was of 3 amazing athletes and truly all-around great guys - pro triathletes, Rich Swor, Greg Reznich, and top amatuer, Jason Smith. These guys were all on a team I created a couple years ago, and to be honest, it didn't work. I took the blame for a lot of that, and deservedly so. But these three have moved on, and are back in top form, and sharing their stories with the world at www.whywetri.net. They took away one very big positive from being on the team - the importance of giving back. In thier stories, videos, etc, you get to see first-hand the way we as athletes live. We aren't playing in the "Big Three" sports, so we live substantially humbler existences, but we are just as hungry as any athlete out there. And in these guys - you believe that the sport is more than just swim, bike and run. You realize they have much to share and they remain so humble and grounded, while putting in massive hours of training and racing like animals at the top of the sport. They never stopped believing in themselves, and thier will has others believing in them too.
Then there is my coach, Jenny Garrison, who, while quietly training to have an amazing season, just became a Lululemon Ambassador. Why? B/c she never stopped believing that as an athlete, a mom, a wife, and an amazing friend, she had much to offer the sport and others looking to improve thier health, and thier lives. I was there on a cold and snowy morning a couple days ago as she entered the YMCA for her morning run, only to be surprised by flowers and the excitement of Lululemon employees and managment welcoming her to the team. I know there is no one more deserving, and I think I was smiling more than she was. Jen understands that others see her as a beacon of hope and empowerment, and her reward for that - being put in a position to share with others her knowledge. She has others, complete strangers, seeing it so strongly in her, they asked her to be an Ambassador. And I know, its only the beginning.
And Rick Lapinski, a good friend, and an amazing athlete, who in the face of adversity, continues to grow as an athlete, but more importantly, as a person. He has been coming in to Lululemon Oakbrook, to assist with our "Lifestyle Challenge" and 5K. He lends a smile and kind words, and most important, genuine care for those around him. Even strangers, he greets with warmth, and encouragement. Why? B/c through everything, he hasn't stopped believing in himself. And it creates that sense of belief in the rest of us. For Rick, the best is yet to come.
Its the power of that statement that in some form, is in all of us. Everytime you wake up, and pull yourself up, even when you don't want to, you do it out of the belief that "things are going to get better, because they are going to get better." When I started reading the book again this year, something was different - I was in a better place mentally, and spiritually, and those words hit home even harder. Because everyday, I am surrounded with people who are positive, who are constantly moving forward, but in a balanced and honest way.
Most of you know I'm not a "touchy-feely" guy, but I've realized too, that things happen for a reason, and more importantly people come in your life for a reason. Everyone I mentioned, they came into my life for a reason and at the time they did for a reason. And as I prepare for what I hope is my best season ever, I have people like Jac, Chris, Suzanne, Cora, Stephanie, Sarah, Marcy, Michelle, Kathy, Katie, Courtney, Colleen, Anna, and another very special person, all who are undeniably believers in me, as I am in them. And we all get it - things will be better b/c we are all working for them to be so.
This realization runs with the one I made about my grandfather - its up to you to not just say those words to yourself, but to believe them. You can say that phrase over and over, but it means nothing, unless you act on it. Yeah, we all get knocked down. Yeah life has setbacks. But when you give up on you, others will follow suit. B/c that's the vibe you are putting out there. You have to be your own change. Even if it seems impossible, its only so if you believe it to be. Do I think that I can be one of the top 3 duathletes in the US? Yes. But for the first time I'm approaching everything that way. The key is, no matter how bad things seem, you will survive. You will overcome. Don't just say it, do it. Be ridiculously optomistic. And when someone truly amazing waks into your life, don't shrug it off. Embrace the gift. They came in for a reason.
Like I always say - I don't know much, but when I read that phrase now, I know, Things will be better, b/c they will be better. I believe it and live it. The question is - do you?
Stay strong,
Guy
Excerpt from "Lance Armstrong's War" by Daniel Coyle
Ever since the above title book came out, I made a point to read it, at a minimum, twice a season. And its not because I have an infatuation with Lance, but because I admire his will, determination and focus. And his ability to impose his will on those around him to believe in him and more importantly, in themselves. If he believes something is going to work, even in the face of insurmountable odds, he makes it work.
The last few weeks, I've watched as people in my life have done the same. I've watched as they have taken the lessons of the past, no matter how bittersweet, and turned them into a positive. The first sighting was of 3 amazing athletes and truly all-around great guys - pro triathletes, Rich Swor, Greg Reznich, and top amatuer, Jason Smith. These guys were all on a team I created a couple years ago, and to be honest, it didn't work. I took the blame for a lot of that, and deservedly so. But these three have moved on, and are back in top form, and sharing their stories with the world at www.whywetri.net. They took away one very big positive from being on the team - the importance of giving back. In thier stories, videos, etc, you get to see first-hand the way we as athletes live. We aren't playing in the "Big Three" sports, so we live substantially humbler existences, but we are just as hungry as any athlete out there. And in these guys - you believe that the sport is more than just swim, bike and run. You realize they have much to share and they remain so humble and grounded, while putting in massive hours of training and racing like animals at the top of the sport. They never stopped believing in themselves, and thier will has others believing in them too.
Then there is my coach, Jenny Garrison, who, while quietly training to have an amazing season, just became a Lululemon Ambassador. Why? B/c she never stopped believing that as an athlete, a mom, a wife, and an amazing friend, she had much to offer the sport and others looking to improve thier health, and thier lives. I was there on a cold and snowy morning a couple days ago as she entered the YMCA for her morning run, only to be surprised by flowers and the excitement of Lululemon employees and managment welcoming her to the team. I know there is no one more deserving, and I think I was smiling more than she was. Jen understands that others see her as a beacon of hope and empowerment, and her reward for that - being put in a position to share with others her knowledge. She has others, complete strangers, seeing it so strongly in her, they asked her to be an Ambassador. And I know, its only the beginning.
And Rick Lapinski, a good friend, and an amazing athlete, who in the face of adversity, continues to grow as an athlete, but more importantly, as a person. He has been coming in to Lululemon Oakbrook, to assist with our "Lifestyle Challenge" and 5K. He lends a smile and kind words, and most important, genuine care for those around him. Even strangers, he greets with warmth, and encouragement. Why? B/c through everything, he hasn't stopped believing in himself. And it creates that sense of belief in the rest of us. For Rick, the best is yet to come.
Its the power of that statement that in some form, is in all of us. Everytime you wake up, and pull yourself up, even when you don't want to, you do it out of the belief that "things are going to get better, because they are going to get better." When I started reading the book again this year, something was different - I was in a better place mentally, and spiritually, and those words hit home even harder. Because everyday, I am surrounded with people who are positive, who are constantly moving forward, but in a balanced and honest way.
Most of you know I'm not a "touchy-feely" guy, but I've realized too, that things happen for a reason, and more importantly people come in your life for a reason. Everyone I mentioned, they came into my life for a reason and at the time they did for a reason. And as I prepare for what I hope is my best season ever, I have people like Jac, Chris, Suzanne, Cora, Stephanie, Sarah, Marcy, Michelle, Kathy, Katie, Courtney, Colleen, Anna, and another very special person, all who are undeniably believers in me, as I am in them. And we all get it - things will be better b/c we are all working for them to be so.
This realization runs with the one I made about my grandfather - its up to you to not just say those words to yourself, but to believe them. You can say that phrase over and over, but it means nothing, unless you act on it. Yeah, we all get knocked down. Yeah life has setbacks. But when you give up on you, others will follow suit. B/c that's the vibe you are putting out there. You have to be your own change. Even if it seems impossible, its only so if you believe it to be. Do I think that I can be one of the top 3 duathletes in the US? Yes. But for the first time I'm approaching everything that way. The key is, no matter how bad things seem, you will survive. You will overcome. Don't just say it, do it. Be ridiculously optomistic. And when someone truly amazing waks into your life, don't shrug it off. Embrace the gift. They came in for a reason.
Like I always say - I don't know much, but when I read that phrase now, I know, Things will be better, b/c they will be better. I believe it and live it. The question is - do you?
Stay strong,
Guy
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Reflections on a season, and an eye on the future
Normally, I would start out my post with a quote from one of my favorite writers, heroes, or a quote from someone that has had a profound impact on my life. But as the year, and the decade for that matter has turned, I have spent the last few days reflecting on 2009 but more importantly looking towards this season and more importantly this year as a whole.
This isn't uncommon amongst athletes or the general public. But what I was wondering was what exactly made me forget resolutions from years past and fall back into the same routine, forgetting all the promise I would see on each New Year's day, slipping back into old habits, never progressing? Well this year I realized what had been missing - wisdom from a loved one before the New Year. A reminder of where my roots are from and why there is always reason to hope and to follow the dreams and goals of a new year.
So on Christmas day, normally spent with family or loved ones my family does what several others do every holiday, reminisce about the ones we have lost who have had a profound impact on our lives. But this year, after dinner, I sat next to my grandmother, who gave me a deep insight into Guy Petruzzelli, her husband, and my grandfather. My namesake. This was a man, an immigrant who loved his family and spent his years in Chicago working on the famed South Water Market, a true scene straight out of a Damen Runyan novel. He and the other cast of characters were all from the same stock; immigrants from all corners of Europe, full of stories and superstitions, hope and drive, who believed that they were not just truck drivers or fruit and vegetable vendors. No, these men were also doctors, lawyers, accountants, you name it, they knew it. It didn't matter if there formal education never exceeded 4th grade, they were sure they could cure whatever ailed you, even if it was a broken bone, without needing to go to a silly hospital or a real doctor. And it was out of this environment that my grandfather displayed what I wryly refer to as "The Guy Petruzzelli ridiculous optomism". This will take some explanation but bear with me.
My grandfather was infamous for doing things that defied logic, that defied common sense, and left those around him puzzled beyond belief. Example, at the market, my grandfather would trade with other vendors for pigs, chickens and the occassional turkey. And, b/c he didn't drive, he would be seen walking home, down Taylor Street, with a pig, or a chicken, with a string tied around its neck as if it was his pet. Now, my grandfather didn't know how to kill or dress any of these animals, but he believed, that somehow, when he got home, it would work out, and his family would have food. Of course, my grandmother didn't share this same optomism, as she would be at the front door looking at my grandfather with his latest pet, and a look that said, "What the Hell am I supposed to do with that?" To which my grandfather responded with his infamous look, that I too possess. The look that says, "what the hell is wrong with you? This seems fine to me." That look would become a source of undeniable frustration and a constant stream of laughter for all around. I know this, b/c I give that same look.
That story is not enough? Check these little gems out - At the age of 13, with never having taken a lesson to drive a car, he jumped in his uncle's new car, and drove it straight into a street car, an accident in which he walked away unscathed. When asked what he was thinking, he simply gave "the look" and life went on, and he never drove again. As an adult, he was at a public pool watching his friends jump in the deep end and having a blast. So, he stepped to the edge of the deep end and jumped in and immediately sank to the bottom. Why? B/c he had no idea how to swim. But he figured, just like with the car, once he got in, it would work out. As the lifeguards dragged him out, asking him if knew what he was doing, he simply stated, no, but he didn't think it could be all that difficult. Ridiculous optomism at its best.
But the crown jewel of stories took place when my grandfather was living on California Ave,. on Chicago's Southside, and a big rain storm hit the city during the heat of summer. At this time, my grandparents basement flooded, but the basement was unfinished, a simple concrete floor with drains, that my grandfather figured would eventually stop being overloaded and take the water down. Seeing things were somewhat under control, he proceeded to turn on his METAL tv set, standing water still in the basement, his feet comfortably set in the water and electricity running power the tv right in front of him, as smoked a cigar. When my grandmother arrived an hour later, with my father in tow, They found him, comfortably sitting in a lawn chair, tv still on, his feet still in water. This is where my grandmother and father looked at my grandfather in the same fashion as they had so many times before - "Are you absolutely out of your mind?! What is wrong with you?" And all they received in return was that look, a look that said "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? What's the big deal, everything is under control." And as always, he was right.
Our family has several memories like this of my grandfather and all of them create laughter and a sense of awe. My grandmother believes that my grandfather had no concept of fear, which is true, and that he just wasn't thinking things through all the time. To me though, there was something more. I know it b/c I live my life pretty much the same way, doing things that make people close to me believe I am insane or delusional. And neither is the case. What my grandfather and I share is that ridiculous optomism, that sense that no matter the odds or the logic, things will work out. And in those hours on Christmas night, as we laughed at stories of him, I recognized that what carried him through life, and helped him raise a family, was the belief that somehow, no matter the odds, if you believed enough in what you were doing, it would work out. He wasn't shackled by fear, or logic, and its not that he didn't acknowledge it, far from it. But he knew to get to a better life, to get his family in a better place, he had to have that sense of optomism. And what I realize as I write this, is that I do the same. I see fear, I see logic, but I'm of the opinion that if you believe enough in what you are doing, its going to work out. Things will get better, life will improve, and in the world of sport, you can improve, you can faster, and you can reach your goals if you truly believe.
So when I headed out yesterday to do my long run in the bitter cold, on a snow and ice covered trail, I didn't ignore the looks of people who thought me insane or stupid. I just gave them the infamous "Petruzzelli look" back at them saying with my eyes - "What the hell is wrong with you? This is the way I know to get faster, to get stronger. This run will work out just fine." And before I was even finished, I knew it would. With a smile on my face I looked upward, and said thanks. The Black Sheep was not alone in the cold yesterday. And with that optomism, I know 2010 is going to be epic. No matter the odds or logic. I wish the same for all of you in this New Year.
Guy
This isn't uncommon amongst athletes or the general public. But what I was wondering was what exactly made me forget resolutions from years past and fall back into the same routine, forgetting all the promise I would see on each New Year's day, slipping back into old habits, never progressing? Well this year I realized what had been missing - wisdom from a loved one before the New Year. A reminder of where my roots are from and why there is always reason to hope and to follow the dreams and goals of a new year.
So on Christmas day, normally spent with family or loved ones my family does what several others do every holiday, reminisce about the ones we have lost who have had a profound impact on our lives. But this year, after dinner, I sat next to my grandmother, who gave me a deep insight into Guy Petruzzelli, her husband, and my grandfather. My namesake. This was a man, an immigrant who loved his family and spent his years in Chicago working on the famed South Water Market, a true scene straight out of a Damen Runyan novel. He and the other cast of characters were all from the same stock; immigrants from all corners of Europe, full of stories and superstitions, hope and drive, who believed that they were not just truck drivers or fruit and vegetable vendors. No, these men were also doctors, lawyers, accountants, you name it, they knew it. It didn't matter if there formal education never exceeded 4th grade, they were sure they could cure whatever ailed you, even if it was a broken bone, without needing to go to a silly hospital or a real doctor. And it was out of this environment that my grandfather displayed what I wryly refer to as "The Guy Petruzzelli ridiculous optomism". This will take some explanation but bear with me.
My grandfather was infamous for doing things that defied logic, that defied common sense, and left those around him puzzled beyond belief. Example, at the market, my grandfather would trade with other vendors for pigs, chickens and the occassional turkey. And, b/c he didn't drive, he would be seen walking home, down Taylor Street, with a pig, or a chicken, with a string tied around its neck as if it was his pet. Now, my grandfather didn't know how to kill or dress any of these animals, but he believed, that somehow, when he got home, it would work out, and his family would have food. Of course, my grandmother didn't share this same optomism, as she would be at the front door looking at my grandfather with his latest pet, and a look that said, "What the Hell am I supposed to do with that?" To which my grandfather responded with his infamous look, that I too possess. The look that says, "what the hell is wrong with you? This seems fine to me." That look would become a source of undeniable frustration and a constant stream of laughter for all around. I know this, b/c I give that same look.
That story is not enough? Check these little gems out - At the age of 13, with never having taken a lesson to drive a car, he jumped in his uncle's new car, and drove it straight into a street car, an accident in which he walked away unscathed. When asked what he was thinking, he simply gave "the look" and life went on, and he never drove again. As an adult, he was at a public pool watching his friends jump in the deep end and having a blast. So, he stepped to the edge of the deep end and jumped in and immediately sank to the bottom. Why? B/c he had no idea how to swim. But he figured, just like with the car, once he got in, it would work out. As the lifeguards dragged him out, asking him if knew what he was doing, he simply stated, no, but he didn't think it could be all that difficult. Ridiculous optomism at its best.
But the crown jewel of stories took place when my grandfather was living on California Ave,. on Chicago's Southside, and a big rain storm hit the city during the heat of summer. At this time, my grandparents basement flooded, but the basement was unfinished, a simple concrete floor with drains, that my grandfather figured would eventually stop being overloaded and take the water down. Seeing things were somewhat under control, he proceeded to turn on his METAL tv set, standing water still in the basement, his feet comfortably set in the water and electricity running power the tv right in front of him, as smoked a cigar. When my grandmother arrived an hour later, with my father in tow, They found him, comfortably sitting in a lawn chair, tv still on, his feet still in water. This is where my grandmother and father looked at my grandfather in the same fashion as they had so many times before - "Are you absolutely out of your mind?! What is wrong with you?" And all they received in return was that look, a look that said "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? What's the big deal, everything is under control." And as always, he was right.
Our family has several memories like this of my grandfather and all of them create laughter and a sense of awe. My grandmother believes that my grandfather had no concept of fear, which is true, and that he just wasn't thinking things through all the time. To me though, there was something more. I know it b/c I live my life pretty much the same way, doing things that make people close to me believe I am insane or delusional. And neither is the case. What my grandfather and I share is that ridiculous optomism, that sense that no matter the odds or the logic, things will work out. And in those hours on Christmas night, as we laughed at stories of him, I recognized that what carried him through life, and helped him raise a family, was the belief that somehow, no matter the odds, if you believed enough in what you were doing, it would work out. He wasn't shackled by fear, or logic, and its not that he didn't acknowledge it, far from it. But he knew to get to a better life, to get his family in a better place, he had to have that sense of optomism. And what I realize as I write this, is that I do the same. I see fear, I see logic, but I'm of the opinion that if you believe enough in what you are doing, its going to work out. Things will get better, life will improve, and in the world of sport, you can improve, you can faster, and you can reach your goals if you truly believe.
So when I headed out yesterday to do my long run in the bitter cold, on a snow and ice covered trail, I didn't ignore the looks of people who thought me insane or stupid. I just gave them the infamous "Petruzzelli look" back at them saying with my eyes - "What the hell is wrong with you? This is the way I know to get faster, to get stronger. This run will work out just fine." And before I was even finished, I knew it would. With a smile on my face I looked upward, and said thanks. The Black Sheep was not alone in the cold yesterday. And with that optomism, I know 2010 is going to be epic. No matter the odds or logic. I wish the same for all of you in this New Year.
Guy
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