Why do triathletes shave their chests?

Triathletes are a funny bunch. Aero helmets I can understand. €5,000 on a bike. I understand.  Shaved legs. I kinda understand. Shaving your chest. Now this one is lost on me.

I've spoken before about the lingo of triathlon and it has taken me a few years to get my head around it and I am still learning.  Then there's the kit, the gear, the training aids. Garmin. Strava. GPS. Power meter.

All are seen as ways to improve and ways to get faster.

Last year I debated whether to get a TT, sorry time trial,  bike. My attempt to get better. I got faster but I also got passed by a lot of triathletes on regular bikes. I am getting better. There is always a sese that you have to be able to use the equipment to the best of your ability, and not come in at the back...all look. No substance! You can turn up for your first triathlon with all the gear but chances are it won't work. 

My newest debate in attempt to get better is the possible investment in an aero helmet. My next level of trying to get better.  I want to get faster. I am trying to train harder to get faster.  But I don't want to look like that guy who's spent money but is still crap.

I want to be faster. I want to be a better triathlete.  But I really don't want to look foolish.  So I'm currently looking at semi-aero helmets. It'll work while training as well as racing (I don't want to use the word 'competing' yet). So it will be another step. 

You can say looking well is important but backing that up with results in triathlon is key.

So this year is about upgrading my gear slightly and upgrading the results significantly. Last year the TT bike made sense. So this year I hope the (semi) aero helmet makes sense.

Each year I am learning more. Understanding what can help to make the small differences.  Maybe I am yet to fully learn, but quite how shaving you chest will make a difference is beyond me.

So that's the season ended. Isn't it?

So that’s that then.  Season over.

And I managed to get it all finished in less than the 1 hour 20 minutes I had predicted.  I had quietly been aiming a 1:16, but a 1:17 is nothing to be disappointed by, and finished with a PB on the run.  Happy days.

Again I finished in the middle of the pack, just outside the top 50%, on a par with my other races this year. So again no overall complaints.

Time to wind down and take a break. 2012 was the year of the swim.   I spent more time in the pool than the combined amount of time on the or running.  And it has paid off, where I am now more confident than ever in the water.  There is still lots of room for improvement (isn’t there always), but the base is much stronger now!

So no better time than now to break down my swim stroke and build it back up again.  That’s what our coach intends doing over the next few months. ‘Off season’ deleted!  Today, we spent 45 minutes gliding up and down the pool.  In the coach we must trust.

But already my thoughts are moving to next year.  While my gear wish list has reached ridiculous proportions (doesn’t everyone’s?), it is more the times, races, national championship targets that have been on my mind ever since I finished the Pulse sprint a couple of weeks ago.

The CK triathlon earlier during the summer was my first national series race. The first time I was fully compared against other triathletes (besides on the clock), and it didn’t make for totally ridiculous reading.  After the Pulse tri a couple of weeks ago, I showed I was nothing if not consistent over both sprint and standard distance. And yes, ‘fast’ is not the word I can properly use. Yet.

Being a very competitive male (shock horror!), and now that I am on a league table, a finishing position higher, much higher next year is the basis for the targets.  All of this is of course based on improved times, which will have to be consistent, will have to be faster, and will have to be very competitive.

So while the sun has not yet fully set on the 2012 season, here are the targets for 2013. Set in stone.

1. Complete a national championship (min. 5 championship races.)
2. Break 1:10 for a sprint race. (PB 1:17)
3. Break 2:30 for a standard race. (PB 2:45)
4. Finish in the Top 30 of my age group (35 – 39. This year #238.)

These are quite lofty aims, but ones that I feel are competitive enough to make it a challenge to get there. And if nothing else, provide you with a stick to beat me with this time next year.

2012 is dead. Long live 2013.

Looking like a triathlete does not a triathlete make!

Once again my lethargy in updating my blog has been due to more rollercoasters and circles of late nights, early mornings, lack of rest, a worn down body, oh and the weather! But yesterday evening finally brought the chance to get back into it again.

The weather eventually allowed the new toy get unwrapped properly.  

My body is now in trouble. It's sore. Some call this recovery. I'm not fully convinced. I'm clearly unfit and in need of more training. But I managed 20kms on my new bike. My first proper cycle on my new time trial bike. Exhilarating. Nervous. Fast. Shaky. And really quite breathless.

I picked up the Planet X time trial bike a little over two weeks ago and ever since it has sat in the apartment staring tantalisingly back up at me. The weather left a lot to be desired. And I certainly wasn't going to bring out the toy in the pissing rain. That would be no fun at all.

A five minute race down the road and back up about ten days ago was merely a warm up. It merely confirmed the bike worked.

So last night as I alighted the train the weather presented the perfect opportunity to properly bring the bike out on a test run.  I decided to tackle Howth Head - go on a route I know and can possibly compare to my newly appointed 'training bike'.  It took a while to get used to changing the gears at the end of the tri bars. The ease with which the bike advanced was tremendous, and the power that could easily be generated without too much effort, surprising.

Now going up Howth Head is never easy at the best of times, but I managed to get up the hill quite well, and the up hill sections were more manageable than expected.  And the downhill was, well lets just say I didn't want to push the bike (or myself) to that limit just yet.  Bike control is one thing on this bike that I won't be taking for granted.

I just have to get out on it more often and hope that I don't make a fool of myself on it during my first triathlon of the season in four weeks time.

This bike is just so light. It is fast. It is agile. I think it will simply remove lethargy from my vocab. At least that's the hope.



PS A real triathlete was used in the photo. I don't know how to go that fast yet! And no I don't have one of those helmets either.

Michael Phelps still isn’t losing any sleep.

I really didn’t know how I was going to deal with the swim time-trial. It was nothing I had done before. So whatever about timing myself over 25 or 50 metres, this 200 or 400 metre test was at a different level all together.

On Friday evening I geared myself up for the 400 metre. I wanted to test myself. Set a benchmark against which I could compare later times. But I was still nervous.

Overnight I had tried to work out a target for myself. What would be a realistic target? What could be achieved if pushed? I felt, if I succeeded roughly how I was doing in training that something around the 8 minute mark I would be doing well. No pressure!

Unsurprisingly I was awake before the alarm on Saturday morning.

Us beginners were split into two lanes, as the coaches assessed our abilities. When asked if I wanted to do the 400 metre trial, I knew I didn’t have a choice. But was happy with the choice.

Our lane had ten people in it and the time-trial was split in two. I was in the second group, and so had to endure watching the first group, while trying to stay warm. Two of the lads were well below seven minutes, and one of the girls who I have consistently been slower than in training clocked 7mins 48 secs. This 8 minute marker was almost certainly beyond my capabilities.

While it may sound a bit obvious, but 8 lengths of a 50 metre pool is a long way. For me at least, it is. Having seen the first group charge out, the best way to survive – and that was how I saw it – was to pace myself.

“And go,” shouted Elena. No turning back now. So I pushed off the wall and the first 100 metres passed off without too many problems, but also really without too much speed. The second 100 metres was tough but was survived. The third hundred, I picked the speed up, and ended with still a bit of juice still in the tank.

So I took to the last 100 with extra vigour. “You can recover when the swim is over,” I said to myself. So for the first 50 I started quickly, but eased down at the turn. Then all technique, style common swimming sense went out the window. Just trash through the water and get to the wall as fast as possible. I can only assume it wasn’t pretty for anyone watching, and needless to say nobody had Norris McWhirter on hold in case my time was worth talking about.

I wheezed and puffed, trying to catch my breath, with no idea of what sort of time I did. Elena looked at her watch, trying to work out my final time. When she first said it I only heard, “seven minutes…” I didn’t care what was said after it. I had somehow managed to beat my target time.

Seven minutes, forty eight seconds. Job done.

So in five weeks time that time has to be reduced by ten seconds. Game on. Now 400 metres is a challenge I will revel rather than fear.

Piranha by name. Not necessarily by nature.

So the stakes are being raised a little. Tomorrow, swim time trial.

The dates were first announced about three weeks ago, and us beginners lane were all set for out trial last week. However, at the last minute, and due to the large number in our lane (more than 20), Elena (coach 1) and Tadhg (coach 2 - @tadhgcronin) provided us with a stay of execution of a week.

Now, I’m still not sure if that is a good or a bad thing. Yes, I have another few training sessions under my belt. However it allowed the coaches to assess the group again. And at the end of the last Saturday’s training session, Tadhg kindly left us with this nugget, “some of you will be doing 400(m) next week.” Quite how that will pan out is anyone’s guess.

I am not the fastest in our lane by any stretch but am holding my own. And since last week, the 200m Vs 400m has been hanging over my head. To make matters worse, during today’s session, the top two swimmers in the beginner’s lane were moved into the intermediate lane half way through training. The switch didn’t cause me any issues, but having to lead the lane did. n my endeavours to not get caught by anyone behind me, I then had to push that bit harder just to stay ahead.

With the time trial tomorrow, that was far from ideal. But training is training and is supposed to help improve and progress my skills! So no beer, a decent feed and good night’s sleep are the only things for this evening.

Last weekend the advanced crew averaged 6mins 24secs. If I get within 90 seconds of that I’ll be doing well. Literally, only time will tell!