Finally, A Good One!

Seabiscuit is fast.

I have had three bikes in my life as a triathlete. My first bike, Little Red, was a (comparatively) inexpensive Canondale road bike. I only rode her one season, but I learned to ride on her, so she remains fondly remembered. Little Red now belongs to Jordan.

Jordan hasn't really figured out shifting yet. That is the only problem. Little Red is patient, so it's okay.

Then there was Mrs. Z (Mrs. Zebra) who became my first real triathlon bike. I rode her to train for four Ironman events.  Mrs. Z was a rockstar in her day. But I rode her pretty hard over the last four years, and she was in need of retirement.

Here is Mrs. Z in Kona. She looks good even though when this photo was shot she was on her 4th Ironman.
And now there is Seabiscuit. I ordered her last fall, and it took all winter to get her. I tried to be patient. Mrs Z and I spent the winter riding outside getting dirty and cold and waiting for her arrival.

I have not been riding well lately. I'm not sure why this is; I suspect is has something to do with the natural course of triathlon training. It seems I always only have one discipline of three going very well. Right now it's swimming. Both riding and running have been sub par lately, but biking has been especially discouraging. Until the arrival of Seabiscuit.

Yesterday I took her out for 60 miles. And we cruised! Although the watts I put out were not much different than what I have been producing lately, my speed was so much faster. Is this just because she is sparkly and new? Could be. But who cares! I'll take it! I felt awesome the whole ride, and completed the ride faster than I have ever completed 60 + miles in this area before--with the same watt output. Amazing!
I'm grateful. After riding quite a few miles this week I am sad that today I am not riding. This is good... since for the last few months I haven't wanted to ride at all.

Last week the kids were home for April vacation. It was a good week. It was a long week.

They rode bikes, had multiple lemonade stands, fought a lot. We went to see Mirror Mirror (average at best), we went out to brunch twice for diner food (which we all love), walked the dogs for hours in the woods and let Hazel fetch sticks we tossed into the pond, and we read books. The kids also watched copious amounts of TV and played video games ad nauseum and made elaborate lunches in the kitchen that took me forever to clean up.

Here they are, bored, waiting for customers at one of the many lemonade stands they had this week.

 

And here, finally, they served a few customers--two young guys who had been doing lawn work down the street. (They were really sweet and bought like 5 cupcakes and 5 cups of lemonade... I think they felt bad because they saw the kids looked so bored and discouraged.)

There was also quite a lot of riding bikes this week. Here Jordan and Lara get ready to ride.

 And here's Lara on her mini-bike.

Early in the week Lara made this poster detailing the week's agenda:

Now that's my kind of list!

The Biscuit

Meet Seabiscuit.

She's gorgeous. And fast. And awesome.

Just like the original Seabiscuit.

 (Now if I could JUST get as aero as Seabiscuit's jockey...)

I named her after Seabiscuit, the legendary thoroughbred born in the early 1930s. The original Seabiscuit was foaled by Hardtack, whose father was the famous Man O'War, known to be the most amazing race horse of all time. Seabiscuit was named for his father, Hardtack. Hardtack, or "sea biscuit" is actually the name for a type of cracker eaten by sailors. Though he was named for his sire, I noted that Seabiscuit's name also mimics his grandmare's name, which was Tea Biscuit.

Seabiscuit grew to be only 15.2 hands, which is small compared to many he raced against, and because of his early failure to succeed, little was expected of him. But after an inauspicious start to his career, he showed the world that he was not to be underestimated, eventually beating the great War Admiral  (interestingly, also sired by Man O'War) in a head to head race featuring just the two great horses.
I think it one of the greatest horse races of all time:

Gives me chills!


I thought of naming my new baby Spectacular Bid after the famous thoroughbred of the 1970s, who was my favorite horse growing up. (I knew horses then only because my older sister, Laura, was both a rider and an artist. She subscribed to horse magazines and then drew all of her favorite horses, displaying the pictures throughout our basement and our shared room.) But the name Spectacular Bid doesn't have many great nicknames that can be associated with it, as Seabiscuit does. Also, many of you know about Seabiscuit because of Hilldebrand's recent novel and the subsequent film made after the book's release, so the name doesn't seem totally bizarre, as Spectacular Bid might seem.

So she will be my Biscuit, the Biscuit, Mrs. Sea (as opposed to Mrs. Z), That Fast S.B., and simply, Seabiscuit. I'm so in love!

I need to give a shout out to Brian at Fast Splits.
Best mechanic/bike store owner EVER.
Thank you so much, Brian, for all of your help, for setting me up with such an awesome, awesome bike,  and for dealing with my persistent emails all winter long of Is it in yet??? You're the best!

 Mrs. Z will still be my old standby, taking me out in the inclement weather, and remaining ever faithful. She is so tired, though. I know she is quite pleased to be retired!

On a totally separate note,

I have four athletes competing in the Boston Marathon tomorrow. I can't wait to bear witness to these four runners' awesomeness! It's supposed to be hot, but my people know what to do, and they will persevere! You guys, rock! Good luck!

Garmin Data

There is something you need to know about your Garmin.

It's not completely accurate.

I don't want to poopoo the Garmin, because I love mine dearly and hate to imagine a run life without it. But just like most things in life, the Garmin is not perfect. To its credit, it errs on the side of generosity in terms of pace and distance. But it errs.

I have been thinking about this erring lately because I recently purchased a new Garmin. It is a sweet little watch, the Garmin 200. Not too big and ugly, and not too overwhelming in terms of its data reporting. It tells me the time, the distance, my pace and my heart rate. That's all--and frankly that's all I need to know, so I like it!   One thing about my new Garmin, though:  it's more "accurate" than my former 205--sad, but true. This new Garmin is not completely accurate either, but it is certainly more into striving toward truth-telling than my last one.

I knew my 205 wasn't an exacting watch before I let her go. Every time I raced longer than 3 miles my Garmin 205 would measure my miles shorter than the race course miles had been measured. If my Garmin hadn't reported a longer distance than the official race mileage in every single race I did, I might think it was those stinking race officials--who had clearly measured their courses inaccurately. But because my Garmin 205 reliably reported me running race miles 5 seconds faster than the course miles in every race I did, I knew it wasn't the officials who were off.

My new Garmin, as I mentioned, is more accurate than my old 205. It still errs on the side of generosity, however, as all Garmins do, I believe. I haven't the hard data to prove this, but I suspect it's the case. Every time I have an athlete say, I did this pace according to my Garmin, but the race officially said I was 5 seconds slower per mile, or, My Garmin said the race was 6.4 not 6.2, I think Yep, it's not the race, mi amigo, it's your watch.

I bring this up not to burst your bubble--not to humble you by letting you in on the fact that you are basically never running quite as fast as your Garmin says you are. Well, maybe that is part of it... :) I'm mean that way. But really, I tell you because many people fail to plan their pacing for road racing keeping the Garmin margin for error in mind. This is especially crucial to do in a longer race, like a half or full marathon. If the Garmin is off by just a little per mile, it's no big deal, except over the course of say, 26.2 miles, that "little" bit can really add up. At the Boston Marathon last year my Garmin told me I was at 26.2 about .5 miles before the race actually ended. My nice 7:24 pace stayed at a nice 7:24 pace on my Garmin, but alas, it also told me the race was 26.6 miles long. I had planned on this happening. I knew I had to run 7:25 pace on my Garmin in order to average 7:30 pace on the actual course. It worked. I averaged 7:29 pace according to the BAA. Had I just run according to what my Garmin told me, however, I would  not have made my goal time.

But I digress. My NEW Garmin is more accurate than my old Garmin, and so for the last month I have been frustrated that I am not running as "fast" as I had been pre-new-Garmin. Of course this is not actually true... I am running just as fast or faster. But still, every time I go out running I think, really? Why am I so SLOW today? And then I remember... I am not slower than usual. My new Garmin is just letting me in on the fact that I was never as fast as I thought I was....

damn.

One thing I kinda like about triathlon is that you never really know how long a course will be. We'd like to believe that a 70.3 is a 70.3, but really some 70.3 races are actually 68.2 and some are 72.6 and so on. The Mooseman run course has, historically, been a little short. I know this because my Garmin has measured it at 13.1--and well, as I have established, my Garmin (especially my old Garmin) is a little bit of a liar. Conversely, the Timberman run course is a little long. This could be because I always count the long, long run chute onto the course as part of the course, and technically, it's not. 

In road racing,  however, if the course is to be certified by USATF it has to be measured if not accurately, on the long side of the distance it is stated to be.

Okay. Off to ride. With my Garmin 500.
Not sure about her accuracy... and I'm not sure I want to know. !