Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Apologies

I think I owe someone an apology. I'm not sure... but I might...

His (or hers?) name is Orange. When I got Foot he had a puncture wound on his tail and I thought Orange was the culprit for abusing Foot. I had seen Orange acting aggressive before. With summer her Foot like to get out and I let him for a bit when I know I am going to be home... well the other day I was wondering where he was... I look down the street and don't see him. Then I see Orange across the street in his driveway under a car...





I worried about Foot for a second when I saw a black shape on the street across the street...



Turns out the past couple days as I let Foot out his ends up... tail puffed up... across the street staring Orange down. I myself have faced Foot fury at these times when going to pick him up. He growls, hisses and has lashed out and got me good when in his mood.

My cat is a bully?

Saying Goodbye

Two weeks ago I got the call, my parents had to put Shelby down. Shelby, a collie, my sister Beth had, but had to give my parents since their other dogs played too hard with her.

Shelby was the lady of the house. Delicate, and finicky with her kisses. She always had her spot by the couch, waited when you got there for you to say hi to her and let you know what was what. When it was time for dinner she let you (and Jake) know... it was time! She was picky... and only ate if you were there with her... talking to her and coaxing her.

This is how I will remember her...







The last time I saw her I had to carry her in from outside. Then when she was worried, and she needed to go to her sanctuary (dad's office) I had to carry her. Her 50+ pounds had whittled down to 40... she was waive like light and had that look. My heart broke when my dad looked at her, torn up asking her "What? What can I do for you." He was always the man, the feeder, the one for her. Her frailty and pain wore at him. Of every picture I have taken this is the one...




When I walked in the house Jake would bark and whine and carry on. But always Shelby was there to say hi. Waiting her turn and not making a scene... always the lady. Miss you Shelb's...

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Signs of Summer

Summer is coming... you can feel it. Today was 70+... short run without a shirt. Ahhh...

Another sign...


I'm not big on ice cream in the winter. But after a long day riding or a hot run... there is a craving.

Of course tomorrow is suppose to be a high of 45 and snow. Stupid spring. ;-)

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Field Test

The CTS field test... throw down for 8 minutes... they take the average power so blowing up doesn't help you and niether does playing it safe and ramping it up at the end. Ohhhh and you get 10 minutes of recovery and you do it again. They take the highest one incase you are too conservative on the first one.

The goal... 400 watts. Last year for the final test 393. Craig yells go and click... click... click... down 3 gears and ramp up to 90+ cadence and see what happens. A little over 400 watts, no just hold it. "One minute in," he yells. 'Keep going, cadence is a little low, but just throw down the power,' I think. "Two minutes in... Three minutes in." The legs are starting to get the lactic acid feel, look at the cadence 88... power 394... 'Pick it up Peterson, 400!'. The cadence goes back up and hovers around 91-92... power 400+. "Four minutes... halfway down," Craig and Lindsay yell out. Motivation is not a problem... the burning legs... they are.... "Three minutes to go," the power is fluctuating... 'Gotta hold it.' The next minute is convincing myself it will get easier once he say two minutes. Two minutes is easy right? "Two minutes to go," some other motivation stuff like "This is where it counts" or "every one's hurting" or some crap like that. My legs are on fire, my lungs have shrunken and this hurts like hell. 'Hammer... go...'. "One minute to go," Now my voice is spewing out the crap, 'One minute, you can do it... don't miss 400 cause you quit... don't leave any chance pick it up!' 420 watts... 415... watts... 410... 'Get it back up!' 415 watts... "Time," Craig yells out and I hit the split button on my SRM and sit up. Spots.... tunnel vision... dizzy... I grab the handlebars, 'Don't fall over,' I think to myself. That thought is quickly followed by 'Don't throw up,' this thought stays with me for awhile.

10 minute recovery where you quickly forget the pain you just endured. I have actually done better on the second effort before. I wondered... 'I saw 400+ a lot... but there were long stretches of not looking and you did see some sub 400... crap....' One thing I didn't know was Nick would not be happy with my cadence. Ok... only shift twice and spin harder... 400 watts at a higher cadence.

Effort number two starts... click... click... 'Ok ramp in up... 94 rpms... 96 rpms... 97 rpms... doesn't feel good.' The next minute is spent realizing two things 1) 97 rpms to hold 400+ watts is uncomfortable and 2) My legs are TRASHED... to spare you the profanity I will describe the next seven minutes as hell. I tried shifting up to get my power and then down shifting to trick my legs into thinking it's easier... didn't work. I tried shifting to a easier gear to get the rpms up and then shift back to get my legs use to that cadence and hold it for higher power... didn't work. Suffferfest where Power Interval range turned into Climbing Repeat range... which then fell to Steady State range. I would try to pick it up... anytime Craig or Lindsay would say something, walk by or I hallucinated something I would try to pick it up, but the legs were dead. "Time," Craig mercifully called out. And I am done.

Cool down, some stretching and drive home. I turn on the PC and download the SRM data. 400... please be 400... thoughts of 399 haunted me... the file pops up and I scan the intervals... Interval... Time 8:00.... Cadence... 90.5 (oh Nick will not be happy)... Power... 405.5!

We won't talk about interval number 2... :-)

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Finally

What a day...

Over 70 degrees and went for a 18 mile run. Felt good but I am definitely wiped out now.

Ohh look US Olympic Triathlon Team qualifying races are today. GO ANDY!!!

Julie Ertal out ran Sarah Kortuem (living in CS!) for the slot. Hopefully Sarah gets the 3rd slot

update: Andy gets second. Who would have thought Matt Reed would out run Andy and Hunter. Well onto HyVee for the next race and final race.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Spring in Colorado


Ahhhh spring time in Colorado Springs. This morning was sunny, brisk but not bad. Then the clouds rolled over the mountains. My run this after noon (hill repeats in Palmer Park) started off under overcast skys and ended (45 minutes later) in white out conditions.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Trainer Class and AI


Too tired to write anything... trainer class...


and David Cook is rocking on AI!