Olympic Moments
OK, so today a bunch of us were sitting around watching this awesome programming leading up to the Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympics. Sky Sports (Sky being the Time Warner of NZ) released 4(!) new channels specifically for Olympic Coverage. However, up until that date, they have a 3 or 4 hour repeating program recapping great events in the last couple Winter Olympics. Anyways, there is a section that focuses on the piddly number of NZ athletes (zing!). Oh, but wait, NZ actually has far more Olympians-per-capita than the States. Well this set the scene for the night and we quickly escalated into talking about distance running medals. Final score: US 13 - NZ 9. Our pathetic showing sparked this public rooting:
NZ Population 4million, USA Population 300million, medals from 800m-Marathon in the last 50years of Olympic History - NZ 9, USA 13....WOW they are (bleep) aye Macklin Chaffee.
- Stefan's Facebook status
Well, with that spat settled, we bonded again over the glory of the Olympics, and the rest of the night was spent looking for tear jerking moments past. Google/Youtube searches:
"Greatest Olympic Moments"
"Most Inspirational Olympic Stories... Ever"
"Top Olympic Performances"
Here are some top stories (mostly from here)
15. The Jamaican Bobsled Team, Calgary, 1988
Only #15 because everybody already knows the story...
It sounded like a joke. After all, how could Jamaica, a country known for its year-round sunshine and beach culture, possibly have a team in bobsledding, an event normally won by teams from snowbound places like Switzerland and Norway? Nevertheless, during the 1988 Olympics in Calgary, the Jamaican bobsled team (Devon Harris, Dudley Stokes, Michael White, Samuel Clayton, and Aiden van de Mortel) and their coach (Howard Siler) held their own, winning respect and admiration from their peers. Celebrated in the film "Cool Runnings," the snowless country managed to put together a legitimate bobsled team, and in doing so reminded the world that the Olympics aren't just about sheer athleticism--they're about drive, determination, and heart.
14. Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean, Sarajevo, 1984
Pretty awesome to show up and be so perfect at what you do that the rules don't apply.
When it comes to figure skating, it is often the women's, men's, and pairs events that draw in the big crowds during the winter games. But it was the United Kingdom's Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean's artistic ice dance at the 1984 Winter Olympics in Sarajevo that captured the hearts and emotions of all who watched that year.
Performing to "Bolero," the pair spent the first 18 seconds of their performance kneeling on the ice, moving their bodies in sync. Though they did no major tricks or stunts, they performed an artistically breathtaking program, scoring an unprecedented 12 perfect 6.0 scores. They won the gold medal that year and inspired legions of figure skaters to mimic their style, and winter sports fans to appreciate the twin foundations of ice dancing: athleticism and beauty.
13. Eddie the Eagle, Calgary, 1988
Eddie the Eagle Edwards was the first person from Great Britain to qualify for the Olympic Games in ski jumping.
While working as a plasterer back home, Edwards had to cross the Atlantic to train, due to the UKs lack of facilities andsnow. He began ski jumping in Lake Placid, New York (home of the 1980 Olympic Winter Games), with borrowed equipment that was much too big for him. He was fully self-funded, but that wasnt his greatest obstacle: Edwards is very short-sighted and had to wear glasses while competing, which was a problem when they fogged up and blocked his vision completely.
His unlikely story endeared him to fans at the Calgary 1988 Olympic Winter Games and all over the world. He quickly became a celebrity and even today his name and story remain closely associated with the 1988 Games.
At the closing ceremony, he was singled out in a speech by the IOC president who said, At this Games some competitors have won gold, some have broken records and one has even flown like an eagle. At that moment, 100,000 people in the stadium roared, Eddie! Eddie! It was the first time in the history of the Games that an individual athlete had been mentioned in the closing speech.
After the 1988 Games, Edwards enjoyed a varied career in television and music, and in 2008 he returned to Calgary to help celebrate the 20th anniversary of the Games.
Edwards is carrying the Olympic Flame as part of the 2010 Olympic Torch Relay International Media Program, developed by VANOC in collaboration with the Canadian Tourism Commission, to spread the excitement and share the Olympic spirit with media and fans around the world.
12. North and South Korean Athletes, Sydney, 2000
In the past, politics have sometimes gotten in the way of the Olympics. The games were cancelled in 1940 because of World War II, and the United States boycotted the 1980 Summer Olympics in Moscow because of the Cold War. However, during the 2000 Olympics in Sydney, politics briefly took a backseat to sport when athletes from North and South Korea marched together as a single nation under one flag.
The two Koreas--which split in half following a civil war in the early 1950s--have long been segregated from each other. North Korea, which is impoverished, sends fewer athletes to the Olympics than South Korea, which is wealthier, has diplomatic relations with almost every country in the world, and even hosted the Olympics in 1988. While the two countries have not yet mended their relationship (and did not compete together in Sydney), they managed to put their differences aside for the opening ceremonies and present a joint team to the world.
11. Jim McKay, Munich, 1972
ABC's Wide World of Sports commentator Jim McKay was in the pool at his hotel, taking a break from reporting on the 1972 Summer Olympics in Munich, when he got the news that several members of the Israeli team had been taken prisoner by a militant Palestinian group known as Black September. McKay immediately put his clothes on over his wet swimsuit and went on camera to address the viewers. McKay remained on air almost nonstop, giving updates, until he received the tragic news that all the hostages had been killed. In a famous broadcast, he said, "When I was a kid, my father used to say 'Our greatest hopes and our worst fears are seldom realized.' Our worst fears have been realized tonight. They've now said that there were eleven hostages. Two were killed in their rooms yesterday morning; nine were killed at the airport tonight. They're all gone."
McKay's grace and compassion while reporting on the tragedy was the one constant through that terrible time. He won an Emmy for that particular broadcast and continued to report on the Olympics for many years, until his recent death in 2008.
10. Nadia Comaneci, Montreal, 1976
Born in communist Romania, Nadia Comaneci began training in gymnastics as a young girl. By the tender age of 14, she was the probably the greatest gymnast in the world. In Montreal, for the first time in the history of the modern Olympics, Nadia scored a perfect 10 on the uneven bars event. Because the scoreboards did not even have enough space to show a 10, Nadia's score appeared as 1.00. By the time the Games were over, Nadia had scored a grand total of seven perfect 10s, winning an all-around gold medal and helping her team to win silver. Nadia's perfect score has been matched by few others, and she set a record as the youngest-ever Olympic medalist in history. A rule passed after 1976 required any Olympian to be at least 16 years old, which means that Nadia's record will never be broken.
9. Greg Louganis, Seoul, 1988
It was the television moment replayed over and over, causing cringes and gasps the world over. In the preliminary rounds of the 1988 games in Seoul, American diver Greg Louganis bounded off the springboard into a reverse 2 1/2 pike, only to hit the back of his head on the board and flop into the water. Everyone watching was shocked as the athlete was helped out of the water. Then, in a stunning turn of events, Louganis, though suffering from a concussion, finished the preliminaries and went on to repeat the same dive in the finals. He earned near-perfect scores, the gold medal, and the admiration of the world for his guts and coolness under pressure. However, Louganis continues to be a memorable Olympics athlete, showing that nothing can stop someone determined to win.
8. Cathy Freeman, Sydney, 2000
At the 2000 "millennium games" in Sydney, all eyes were on native daughter Cathy Freeman, an Australian of Aboriginal descent who lit the Olympic torch in the opening ceremony. As the first Aboriginal-Australian athlete to compete in the Olympics, Freeman, a sprinter, was under intense pressure to perform big in the 400 meters in her home country. She had won the silver four years earlier in Atlanta, and she was now determined to prove her status as the "Queen of the Track." And Freeman did not disappoint. In taking her victory lap after clinching gold, Freeman draped the Aboriginal and Australian flags around her neck to the delight of her countrymen. Her commitment to her country, her heritage, and her sport has enabled fans to appreciate all that drives athletes.
7. Lawrence Lemieux, Seoul, 1988
Not many know the story of Lawrence Lemieux, a Canadian rower competing in the Finn (dinghy) class in the 1988 games in Seoul. On that fateful day Lemieux performed an incredible act of bravery. The winds had picked up, and the water became exceedingly choppy. Lemieux was in second place during his race when he saw two sailors from the Singaporean team in another race fall into the water. Lemieux rowed over and rescued the sailors, hauling them into his small boat. Though he was out of contention, he finished his race after an official boat picked up the sailors. But the Olympics committee awarded him an honorary second-place finish. IOC president Juan Antonio Samaranch said, "By your sportsmanship, self-sacrifice and courage, you embody all that is right with the Olympic ideal." Lemieux was not a big name, but his act of bravery brought honor to the Games.
6. Jesse Owens, Berlin, 1936
Jesse Owens, an African-American, grew up in poverty in Ohio, the grandson of a slave and the son of a sharecropper. He overcame racial discrimination to score a spot on the U.S. Olympic team and was the star of the 1936 Summer Olympics in Berlin, winning four gold medals in track and field. The Games were overseen by Adolf Hitler, who had hoped that German athletes would dominate and win a lot of medals, bolstering Hitler's theory that the Aryan race was genetically superior.
Hitler, who was told to personally greet every medalist or not greet any at all, chose the latter option rather than shake hands with Owens. But not even Hitler, who would soon lead his country into World War II, could deny that Owens was a superior athlete. As Jackie Robinson would later do in baseball, Owens helped raise the profile of African-Americans in America and throughout the world.
5. Derek Redmond, Barcelona, 1992
The story of the United Kingdom's runner Derek Redmond has earned a memorable place in Olympics history. In 1988 in Seoul, Redmond was forced to withdraw from the 400 meters just 10 minutes before the race began due to an injured Achilles tendon. So in Barcelona in 1992, he was thirsting for a medal. As always, his father, Jim, was in the stands. They had agreed earlier that no matter what happened, Derek would finish the race. But in his semifinal heat, just as it seemed certain he would cruise to the final, Derek heard a pop in his right hamstring. He collapsed on the track in tears. But then he got up, and everyone realized he meant to finish.
As he hobbled down the track in agony, his father rushed down from the stands, put his arm around his boy, and helped him to the finish line. Just short of it, Jim pulled back and let Derek cross by himself. The crowd rose to give Derek a standing ovation. This was a shining moment of heroism, and a testament to love between father and son.
4. Kerri Strug, Atlanta, 1996
In the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta, the United States women's gymnastics team was within striking distance of their first-ever team gold medal. Coached by the legendary Bela Karolyi, a Romanian who had coached Nadia Comaneci to gold before defecting to the U.S., the team finally stood a chance against stiff competition from Russia, Romania, and China. In the end, the U.S. gold medal dreams came down to one woman--Kerri Strug, who needed a high score on the vault to cement her team's victory. On her first attempt, Strug twisted her ankle. Undeterred, she insisted on taking her second attempt at the vault--and executed it perfectly despite landing on one leg, thus winning the gold for her team. She then collapsed in pain. At the medal ceremony, Karolyi carried her up to the podium to be with her teammates, an image that quickly became iconic.
3. U.S. Hockey Team, Lake Placid, 1980
It's not their gold medal win against Finland that remains in our memory. It's the prior game in Lake Placid, when a ragtag group of American collegiate and amateur hockey players defeated the Soviet powerhouse team in one of the most inspirational moments in Olympic history. Due to the Cold War, the countries were natural rivals. And in an exhibition match held before the games, the Soviet team routed the Americans 10-3.
But at the Olympics the American team found their groove with dramatic ties and stunning victories. Still, the day before the match, most thought it would take a miracle for the U.S. to win. As the seconds wound down and the scoreboard showed U.S. ahead 4-3 after they scored a last-second goal, commentator Al Michaels made his famous call: "Five seconds left in the game....Do you believe in miracles? Yes! Unbelievable!" Later team captain Mike Eruzione stood on the podium meant only for the captains and motioned for his teammates to join him. Because, after all, it was a team that made the "miracle on ice" happen.
2. Muhammad Ali, Atlanta, 1996
Of course most inspiring moments happen during Olympic competition. But at the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta, one of the most touching moments came during the opening ceremony. The ceremony traditionally ends with the lighting of the Olympic flame, which remains lit throughout the entire Games. In Atlanta, celebrated former Olympians took turns carrying the torch. But at the end, swimmer Janet Evans passed it to boxing great Muhammad Ali, who had won a gold medal at the Rome Olympics in 1960. Ali, who suffers from Parkinson's disease, shook and shuddered as he lifted the torch. The world held its collective breath and watched Ali light the flame. Though his hand was shaking, his gaze never faltered, reminding everyone that an illness could not prevent him from remaining the consummate athlete he had always been.
1. Dan Jansen, Lillehammer, 1994
An editorial cartoon that ran after speed skater Dan Jansen fell in both the 500 and 1000 meters 1988 Games in Calgary showed him sitting on the ice, head in his hands. The caption had a single word: "Hero." Jansen's story is one of tragedy, perseverance, and ultimate victory.
In 1988, moments before the start of the 500 meters, he was told that his beloved sister Jane had succumbed to leukemia. He wanted to win for Jane, but gave in to grief and left Calgary empty-handed. In 1992 in Albertville, France, he was the favorite again. But Jansen stumbled in both races and won nothing. Lillehammer, Norway was his last chance. He stumbled again in the 500, and most thought he was done for. But in the 1000, fortune smiled upon him as he not only won gold, but also set a world record. Fans across the globe drew strength and pride from his inspirational story. And as he took his victory lap, he held his baby daughter in his arms. She was named Jane
Partners in Crime
At this point, allow me to introduce my Flatmates:
Alex "Awall" Wallace (who, luckily, answers to "Wallace" as I can think of no better name) - He's a lithe fellow with striking cheekbones and a regally pointed nose. His gaming face (an emotionless glare that misses nothing and flinches for no-one) gives away the intensity of his competitive spirit. Known for ruthlessly gutting his competitors in conversation, he has been judiciously backing up his trash talking with recent PBs (PRs) of 4:08 in the mile and 8:20 in the 3k.
Josh Van Dalen - Lucky enough to have the second manliest name I've come across (though still far behind "Mack Brickly"), he looks the part with the makings of a promising goatee, rugged legs (shaving is all too common a practice here), and a commanding (heh) voice. Never one to hold back, you'll be lucky to get a word in listening to the banter back and forth with Wallace. Generally, there are lots of references to "smashing" people and "gutting" performances of the past. Coming off a 4:16 mile this weekend, he's about to bust into the sharpening phase of his training. He also suffers as our under-appreciated flat-chef.

Post-XC Race
Stefan "Fano" Smith - Pretty boy XC warrior who found himself not only the winner of FloTrack's weekly photo challenge but top choice for the whole 3 month contest! Unfortunately, you only see him from his left side, which I'm sure is the only reason he didn't land on the cover of SI. Instigator of many a debate, you'll likely find Stefan pouring through LetsRun, FloTrack, NZRun, and Facebook, ruthlessly pillaging any running result he comes across. He's attacking the longer races this year and is hoping to make the NZ world XC team. His gutsy 5th place finish today at the trials puts him in a good spot.
Jesse "Fish Lips" Patel - Loves us so much he's willing to spend $60 a week getting in and out of Wellington (though he is known to cut down on that cost by sharing a bed with Josh on occasion). Sparing no effort or expense, I think he best represents the saying "for love of the game". His performances of late on track and on our gaming systems have been average at best but his attitude is so happy-go-lucky you can't help but get behind him. Quite inspiring.
That's the who's who of the flat. I realized about 24 hours into my stay here I'd found something special. I've told a lot of people I'm having a great time here with a good bunch of people but that would be understating it a bit. Not only do I have an excellent location (living across the street from NZ's parliament (and well-manicured lawn), a block from downtown (Lambton Quay), within 2 miles of a great pool/gym, and 3 miles from the track), but I'm also in an ideal material setup (great showerhead/water-pressure, unlimited cable internet, awesome room/desk, excellent appliances (including valuable dishwasher), and of course big-screen TV with extensive gaming equipment).
However, what really makes this situation special, is that I'm in a runner-centric little niche. We all have the same priorities and enjoy (roughly) the same trivia and conversation topics. We all understand the importance of just resting with the day's focus being the workout. I love that these guys rip on people so freely, with little lasting regard for personal insult (This is a key point). It's all in good fun and when it comes down to it, it's clear that everyone in NZ supports each other's progression in the sport. Just like with brothers, you're gutted if you lose to them but that's quickly overcome by the love of seeing them do well. I also personally enjoy the fact that they don't care if I just get up and hunker down in my room for an hour or two , then come back and blend right back in.
Well, I think I need to write a bit more on this personal column. I'll give a big running/training update soon (Disclaimer: "soon" is a relative word).
What’s He Up To?
Not much. Training and Resting. Literally. Let me give you a sample day:
7AM: Grumble about the light and bury myself deeper into my pillows.
8AM: Look out the window: Cloudy'n'wet? Roll over... Sunny? Woohoo! Unfortunately, I now already find myself at the hardest part of the day: pulling my achy-breaky body out of bed. Eventually I usually succeed and stumble into the kitchen for some Wheetabix or toast or something. Once armed with carbs, I'll sprawl as luxuriously (some say awkwardly) as possible across one of the free couches (Alex and Josh are usually up before me) and bring my mind up to speed with some Southpark or Cricket Results (depending on Josh's mood).
10AM: Regardless of the buildup I'm usually out the door for a morning session by 10. Today Mitch called for:
am - AB 55' >< 65' start @ slow end of pace zone, end @ fast end
+ stretch
+ ice achilles
The run went really well (considering I had to massage both my achilles to life before starting the session). I've been having some problems starting these longer pieces off slowly (especially when I know they should be picking up). Problem is I usually get to 12min in and realize I've come all the way down to the bottom of the pace zone. Oh AB = Aerobic Basic, 5:20-6:00/mi. Today I just decided to stay 6:00 for first 30min. Around minute 40 I hit the track and got a speed check. 85.5 lap so 5:51 pace. Good. Coming back home I dropped a 20:20 to finish up the 5.8km back to the flat. Finishing up 5:20 bang on. So I'm really pleased.
Noon: Whatever the workout, eventually it will come to an end and, as per the Seb Coe plan (zero extra-curricular energy allowance), it's straight back to hard core lounging. The only question is the form of the lounge. And with that, we come to my one decision of the day: Sit down in the power chair and crank out some web work? Or re-assume my splayed position on a couch and trash talk it up with the locals. The decision largely comes down to: Will I be disappointing anyone by not working? Is Stefan Smith here and likely stirring up trouble? (surely yes). Either way, I have 5 hours to kick my feet up before the next session.
5PM: Sessions number two, which carries on for at least 2 more hours total (maybe more if I have to get to and from Freyburg pool), takes me all the way to dinnertime.
Today I have:
pm - GR 25' >< 35' easy
+ Lift 1
+ stretch hip flexors
+ ice achilles
Most went well, I think I strained my back a little bit with the squats and my left achilles (getting quite bad now, gotta talk to Mitch) couldn't handle the calf raises. Strong effort overall though and I'm feeling pretty powerful. Upon getting back to the flat, it is a tradition of Alex and mine to whip up some fortifying milkshakes in hopes of gaining some recovery carbs.
8PM: Time to craft some sort of meal, which is a group effort though usually under the supervision of head-chef Van Dalen. After that, it's kick back again and take a peak at what horrors Mitch has concocted for me the tomorrow. More sports and banter to finish off the day and then off to my room by 11.
Midnight: Despite my best efforts, I usually don't end up falling asleep until midnight or so as some email or blog post requires writing.
But with that, you have a nice template of my average day.
Wellington Welcomes You
My bus ride back to Wellington couldn't have gone any better (especially in comparison to my trip out) as I arrived in Wellington 10 minutes early(!) on a beautiful day, having happily slept 7 hours of the trip. In fact I had hardly awoken for the second time when I was greeted with "Wellington Welcomes You" (a road sign I may have made up to suit the purposes of this entry).
I'm settled and unbelievably happy to kick back and relax for a bit. More than that, I've been looking forward for quite some time to being able to sink into a nice living situation, organize my stuff, catch up and stay current with work, and (most of all) finally put training first in my life. I've felt guilty ever step of the way, tossing workouts aside because there was no track handy, skipping sessions because it's impractical to get to a gym, staying dry because there was no water deep or safe enough to aquajog in. Well no more! And after 3 full days here, I know I've landed in a good situation in a great city. If I'm not careful, Wellington might turn me into a bit a city guy. I have nothing negative to say about it at all.
I should mention that my flat mates for a time are Alex Wallace and Josh Van Dalen. They've been game enough to house me in their mate Aaron's room (who'll be gone for ages) until I find a permanent home. I just hope it comes close to what they have set up here. Right now I couldn't be happier. I'm at an awesome desk, perfectly suited for my system, I live with a couple of runners, and the location can't be beat, 1 block from a grocery store across the street from Parliament, and 3 blocks from the beautiful Wellington harbor waterfront. I should mention Josh is a bit of a cook as well. Seems the rumor about NZers being a bunch of foodies isn't too far fetched.
With this situation, however, I have begun to focus my attention on various computer projects I've been interested in diving into, some paying, some not (Sadly for you, I will not be releasing the details to anyone but my closest confidantes... and that has nothing to do with how boring it would be to read). The result is that I think my time writing about the NZ experience is largely at an end. I'm going to divert my time at this point to the more elitest pursuits of aquajogging lanes, coding textbooks, and Photoshop tutorials.
But! This personal journal is not over! Just simply scaled back. I will try to have a bit of an update weekly (mostly for fretting parents), and today marks week one.
So check back every now and then, and I'll have something curious for you to mull over.
Cheers!
Milling About
Today was a pretty lackluster, overcast day in general. Cary, Jane and I made our way into downtown Tauranga to just walk around, sample various bakeries, and wait out the weather. Much of the morning was spent listening to Jane hate on Starbucks. Much of the afternoon was spent smiling knowingly at her after she downed a Starbucks "Tall White Chocolate Mocha Soy".
The "main event" of the day ended up being a viewing of Sherlock Holmes starring Robert Downey Jr., Jude Law, and Rachel McAdams (At $15NZ, I can safely say movies are more expensive here. Based on number of people filling the theater I would say they could afford to jack that up a little even. Conclusion: Kiwis love the movies. Likely corollary: technology [entertainment systems] is/are more expensive here). Not really worth reviewing; it was entertaining, but long and had a weird ending. Actually, it was just the ending, really, because the climax hit, and then the movie started wrapping up... and wrapping up, and wrapping up, to the point where the tension was once again starting to build... before abruptly ending. Well, aside from that, it did entertain for almost 3 hours so... mission success!
The training I was supposed to do today involved a gym, which is not very handy around here. So, despite my efforts, I will have to start the lifting routine when I get back to Wellington in 2 day. However, I did ramp up the run to compensate a bit.
5' stretching. 2' warmup followed by 38' solid AR/AB pace probably hovering around 5:45/mi (3:33/k) effort twice around a golf course. 7' slow jog home. 6mi, 47'
10' luxurious stretching and ice achilles. I have also begun to take 3x400mg Ibuprofen starting yesterday. The achilles was in very good shape for the run. Afterward, it both calves were tight (but not weak!) so I'm not going to count this as the first of 3 workouts at 100% achilles.
Aqua-struggle
Today was another great beach day, bookended by two aqua workouts.
11AM: 2min warmup. 4x4min@AE effort, 1min rest. 2min cooldown.
Followed up by the strength routine. Cary got a few photos of the routine so I thought I might elaborate.
1-leg squats, 20 each.
1-leg hip-flexor toe-reaches (balance on one foot and reach as far out in front of you as you can with the other foot and come back, all without touching the ground). 20 each.
10x"the neal" each foot (pumping your arms while leaning forward and back on each leg)
2x1min alternating each leg eyes-closed balancing (there's got to be a better way to say that, w/e)
Thats it.
6:30PM: 2min warm up. 7x2min@AB effort, 1min rest. 2min cooldown. Had some very inquisitive Maori's around jumping off the dock and marveling at my ability to stay in the water for just 20min. One was named Azzee and one named Zeair (those are American spellings of American ears hearing Maori pronunciations soooo, could be a bit different in reality).
Had a delicious sandwich today at a beach cafe that was served with all the innards piled high on one piece of toast. The other piece (the one you would usually use to cap off a "sandwich") was cut up! and laid to the side... Ummm, not even God could have eaten it like a sandwich. But I eventually managed to dribble it into my mouth and like I said, it was delicious.
Long Run and Done
Woke up against my will today having agreed to do an early morning "Sunday" run with Cary, Malcolm, and a girl named Lisa at 9AM. After some stretching, we did a 10k loop plus a little addon very easy in about 50min. I wanted to simulate a long run after talking to Nick a bit yesterday and learning he was still in base phase cranking miles. I'm beyond the point where ramping up the mileage in the next 2 months will help me a ton and it will be tough to crank with so much time in the pool. So Lisa showed me to a dive pool where I was bull-headed enough about swimming there that I didn't care that I had to hire (kiwi term for rent) out the entire pool for an hour for $20. It was a really good setup for me though and I took 45min of that hour to continue to aquajog.
So 50min run, 45 aquajog.
The pool also had a conveniently located bar about 4 feet out of the water I could lunge up and grab to do pull-ups. I did a bunch of those to break up the monotony. All in all it was a really good setup but prohibitively expensive. Tomorrow I'll look for another solution. Oh, I did a bit of core and a bunch of stretching once I got back at the track. Iced the achilles and took preventative Ibuprofen. Achilles continuing to hold up pretty well but both calf muscles are tight. Interestingly enough (and encouraging), my lower legs felt very evenly tight. Balance is always good to have...
Rest of the day was pretty uneventful. I took a 3 hour nap to catch up on sleep. Tomorrow I start the training Mitch so carefully laid out for me.
2010 Debut
Woke up today feeling unrealistically good at 9AM, bade farewell to our fantastic New Years hosts (I failed to mention earlier that we crashed for the night in an incredibly conveniently located flat owned by an (ex?) runner named Clive. Interesting note: his gf is from NYC and they're going strong after 9 months and amazingly they find time to get together every 2 months or so. Good news for a couple love birds I know... This is pushing the limits of parens...), and started to shuffle around the once again thriving beach town.
So at this point, only thing on my plate is the 3k Cary and I have been planning to run. Obviously, race prep up to this point hasn't been ideal, and we continued to have no regard for our bodies as we basked out in the sun (still in jeans) while we waited for Ian to come pick us up. It wasn't until 2PM we made the connection (I'm guessing Ian's new year celebration was pretty epic as well. He's saying 3AM bedtime for himself. Understandably took him a little while to get going the next morning), so I'm talking a good amount of sun too. However, we did get a shower and a good 3 hour nap before rising at 5:30PM for our date with the track.
Once we got to the track I began to feel like a runner again for the first time in a while. Honestly, I haven't really felt the fire of competition on a track since last spring. But this was a legit meet with all regular events and a couple hundred fans in the stands. I actually didn't know how legit it was until I got there, and once there I was a bit repentant for the abuse my body had suffered in the previous 24 hours. That said, I didn't actually feel that bad and I had hydrated pretty well for the last 3 hours, so I was hopeful for a decent performance.
The 3k had a bunch of good runners in it, including a few fellows from the 5k in Christchurch, and some Ramblers with good PBs ( = PRs). Oh and of course Nick Willis. He ran the 800m about 45min earlier in a sit a pretty even split 1:52 (57,55). I did a good 12 minute warm up with a minute tempo toward the end of it. Legs felt pretty fresh after the day off. Abbreviated stretching routine and 1 set of strides. The short warm up was once again due to the fact that there was no woman's 3k beforehand. I don't really understand why they split up the schedule like that. Maybe fans can't handle two LD events in a row? Anyways, toed the line with about 25 other guys (packed) and interestingly enough we weren't assigned any order on the line. "Fast people in front." and I just took position 7ish on the line.
Gun went off and we were into it. I fell really nicely into 2nd place and was amazingly given breathing room as well. I think a lot of other people enjoyed New Years to at least the extent we did because the race ran a cautious 71 and 2:22 for the first 800. Cary took over at that point and dropped 69 69 69, leading me around for another 1200m. It was really fun to have us American's 1-2, that is until 1000m to go when Willis decided to disrespect us. He took over aggresively with a great move going into the back turn. Forcing me to wait until the end of the turn to get around Cary. I took off after him staying about 7-10m behind for much of the next 600m. With a lap to go Nick put it into casual overdrive and started on what I bet was about a 61. It would have been quite optimistic to assume I could have stayed with him, and I had promised Mitch I would take it easy with a 90% effort. So I cruised in maintaining 65 pace for what I believe was about a 8:31. I know I was 7:59 at the 200m-to-go mark and I'd like to think I maintained pace. We'll see if we ever get results. We're 30 hours out from the meet and for a $15 entrance fee, you'd expect a little faster service. Oh well.
I don't usually put my competition on a pedestal (other than Peter Kosgei), but it was an honor to warm down with an Olympic silver medalist. Hope to be equals someday.
I went on to run 5x200m in 30,31,30,29,29 (last two with Cary). I was just trying to maintain form at speed. Felt pretty easy and I like today as an overall effort. Cary also ran well, running 8:39.55 by his own watch. He also took 5th in the race.
I did some drills and stretched a whole lot before coming back home and icing the achilles.
Ian spoiled us once again with a Chaffee family reunion favorite of corn on the cob. He soaked it in butter and Cary and I each had 2 ears. What a day.
Can I Call It Twenty-ten?
Astute readers of this blog may notice that I haven't missed any days yet. I certainly would have had there not been the need to keep track of my training. Today was as close as I come to an off-day though. I just wanted to rest and relax and get ready for an awesome night on the Mount. That's Mt. Mangonui beach.
Training consisted of just a light upper-body strength routine. Light because I had no weights and was therefore quite limited in my options. I did a bit of stretching as well.
C ary and I got dropped off at the beach at noon and wandered around, soaking up rays, and watching parents throw their baby girls into beauty pageants. Oh actually, side note here: there were something like 18 contestants in the "adult" pageant, 16 of them were slamming. However, 17 of them were dum as roks. I'm talking girls who answer questions like, "Who do you admire?" (you know, standard question you might have thought about before going up on stage in front of all your friends, possibly family, and a beachload of people) with a loooong silence. Long enough so that people are awkwardly looking around for clues and the MC is fumbling with mic and notes and mic again. Finally, "Brittney Spears!!!!". MC doesn't even bother to follow up with "why" and simply exhales a "Thanks Carly..." before moving on.
Williams gets a bad wrap for girls caring more about life than looks, but give me a girl that can creatively BS a question on the spot over a blond bombshell any day (Cary came up with a solid 4 hilarious answers before "Brittney" was fly). I lost interest as the show moved to "talents" and 5 of the first 7 pop-lock and dropped it (poorly) to "Party in the USA". One other failed at the hoola hoop (her freakin' talent of choice) repeatedly before being clapped off by the MC. The last was the good egg who sang some Beyonce song comparatively well. She's the winner in my mind though I don't know who took the Miss Mangonui crown.
We regrouped back home for some dinner and a shower before heading out for our night of mayhem. And mayhem it was. Details are many and mature in content so I'll just abbreviate to saying we had a great time with a bunch of Tauranga Ramblers runners at one of their flats before heading to the beach for 3 different concerts, over 20,000 people, and a fireworks show at the stroke of midnight. The whole scene was quite overwhelming for a shy rural farmboy like myself. Eventually we made it back to the runner's flat (owned by a generous fellow named Clive) where we chatted the rest of the night away. I believe Cary finished up around 3:30 while I stayed up to walk through the general party aftermath to Burger King and back with Ian McDonald (different from host Ian Lawrence Carter). BK was an amusing disaster as you had to wade through doggie bags and burger wrappers to get through the door. Ah, young jubilant life. To bed at 4:30.
My Apologies
First, I want to apologize to my mother and anyone else that may have been shocked by the content of "I'm On A Boat". I did promise myself I'd keep this G and that video was far from. Sorry Mom. I'll be good in 2010.
I woke up early but quickly went back to bed today. You see, it was overcast, and I'm on break. The whole rest of the day took the same tone.
I went down to the pier to aquajog at 10:30 but the tide was low and I lost my motivation. Did a bunch of strengthening/balancing stuff and some good stretching. Achilles at about 90%, quads sore.
PM: I went back down to aquajog at high tide at 6PM. I was in the water for 10minutes before I saw 3 jellies. After calculating the odds one might brush by me and evaluating the chances to be greater than Perlis writing 'AA' sometime today, I jumped out of the water and settled for settling today. 10 minutes aquajog. 1 mile run
Extra-athletic activity today was getting a tour of the Western side of Tauranga. It's houses are quite new. It's residents, quite old. We all thought of Florida.
Looks like tomorrow will be sunny again.





