Monday, November 28, 2011

Hair (today gone tomorrow)


May 2004 with Courtney, Grandma
For the better part of 20 years I've donned what can only be described as a military style haircut.  High and tight.  Now there have been variations, but for the most part when people ask me if I'm in the military or if I'm a police officer.  The answer is simple.  No and No.  I keep it this way because it's clean and simple, PERIOD!
 
Q: What is it about hair that is so fascinating?
A:  I've had bad hair days which required a hat of some variety or bed head or a frizzy head like when you get out of the pool and just let your hair dry au natural.  I've had the ever popular bowl cut (ala 70's) from when I was a kid, "Thanks Mom", I wore my hair with the part in the middle (ala 80's), and I pretty much cut it all off with my brother one day back in 1990 with some sheers and it's been short ever since with no desire to have it any other way.  I believe during the morphing of the hair it may have experienced highlights either through the sun, peroxide, or a slight frosting of the tips just to see what it would look like but nothing ever "crazy".  So why do we spend so much time with our hair?  Perhaps it's the one thing we can change about ourselves that's speaks volumes without speaking a word.

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Q: Why do we assume that because someone has short or long hair that they act or talk in a particular way?
 A: Stereotypes?  What do you think of when you see someone with short hair, long hair, no hair, oddly colored hair, unusually shaped hair?  Appropriate comments if you choose, please.
October 2011 with the Family

Q: Why don't you have hair?
A:  Is it genetics?  Playing with matches?  Alopecia areata?  Disease?

Q: Is it different if you lose your hair when your young versus when your older?
A:  First I guess we should speak to chronological age versus biological age.  Some people are quite young yet look older, whereas, some are older and look quite young.  Chronological age can't be changed.  It's just the passage of time and there's nothing you or I can do about it.  Biological age can be affected.  How does having hair or not change a persons perceived age of an individual?  Do people with hair that are 40, 50, 60 appear younger merely because they have hair?  What about my friend from high school who shortly after graduating high school lost what can only be described as a bush (that was actually his nickname) and is now bald.  Mind you he shaves his head because he wasn't completely bald but he felt it just looked better.  Ah vanity.

Q: So what's the point?
A: I know people who are young and are bald.  I know people who are old and have a full head of hair.  I know people who've had disease (cancer) and lost their hair due to the treatment.  For some the treatment has allowed them to continue to live.  For others, they weren't as fortunate.

There have been two people in my life that have died from cancer that I would consider close for very different reasons.  The first was a beautiful young women, named Monica who had recently married and was working and having fun, after all she was only 22 years old.  One day she wasn't feeling well.  She was getting winded (short of breath) after the simplest of tasks.  So she went to the doctor.  The result of her visit were many tests and the conclusion that she had leukemia.  Holy schnikes!!  What to do?  Well, she went through the treatments and lost all her hair and had a bone marrow transplant from her perfect donor sister and the result was, unfortunately that 11 months after she was diagnosed she was gone.  I remember vividly what I was doing on that day and I remember vividly watching her take her last breath right before my eyes.  During the 11 months in and out of hospitals she was able to lead a semi normal life and the one thing that made her feel just a little better about herself was the wig(s) that she was able to wear.  I never thought much about it then.

Fast forward 20 years and I meet a man who wasn't 22,  he was 52.  Always smiling and helpful and just down right friendly like he was a young 22 year old.  No worries in this mans life except whether one of his many clients would PR.  Did I mention he was an ultra-marathoner?  Just your typical 50 and 100 mile running events.  Training runs were local marathons.  Just what every other 52 year old male is doing, right?  Then one day in September he's not feeling 100% so he goes to the doctor.  Doctor says, "looks like pneumonia", take this medication and lets go from there.  He takes the medication the doctor gives him but he's not getting better.  So he goes back to the doctor and this time he/she is perhaps a little more thorough and they diagnose him with cancer.  This was the first week of October 2010.  Four weeks later he was gone.  He didn't get the same chance to receive treatment, lose his hair, feel some hope.  He lived right up until he was gone.


Coach Mike in June of 2010 four months before he passed away


QQ: So what's the point again?
AA: Don't ever assume you know someone or someones situation just by looking at them whether that person has long hair, short hair, no hair, or just ran 100 miles.  Mike was sick and no one new it, not even him.  Sometimes people do extra-ordinary things.  I often wonder what people think about the hair I now don.  Do they look at me differently because my hair is long versus short?  Working in a professional environment with Executives do they look at me as less than professional?  Shortly after my friend passed from this life to the next I decided I was going to do something bigger than myself.  Now mind you I'm not donating a kidney but I am doing something that people can see everyday and sometimes that's tougher than one might think.  I decided that I was going to let my hair grow to a necessary 10 inches long (http://www.locksoflove.org/) and donate my hair so that people who have lost their hair can feel a little better about themselves while going through this terrible disease.  For those that didn't have a chance for hope, this is for you as well.  Mike was only a part of my life as a coach and only for a brief period, yet I feel like he's been my friend for years.  How many people can touch someone's life like that?  All of your friends and family miss you Coach Mike.


Support (What does it mean)?


Definition of SUPPORT

transitive verb
1
: to endure bravely or quietly : bear
2
a (1) : to promote the interests or cause of (2) : to uphold or defend as valid or right : advocate <supports fair play> (3) : to argue or vote for <supported the motion to lower taxes> b (1) : assist, help <bombers supported the ground troops> (2) : to act with (a star actor) (3) : to bid in bridge so as to show support for c : to provide with substantiation : corroborate <support an alibi>
3
a : to pay the costs of : maintain <support a family> b : to provide a basis for the existence or subsistence of <the island could probably support three — A. B. C. Whipple> <support a habit>
4
a : to hold up or serve as a foundation or prop for b : to maintain (a price) at a desired level by purchases or loans; also : to maintain the price of by purchases or loans
5
: to keep from fainting, yielding, or losing courage : comfort

So the above are various definitions of the word support.

Context is an interesting beast.  My son or daughter will often ask me questions regarding a word they may have on their spelling homework to which I reply use it in a sentence so I can get context.

For instance, the word their or there or they're.  At least those words have different spellings to distinguish their differences visually.  When people speak they're more likely to get lucky and use the right word because it can't be seen.  But when there needs to be a specific word used in a sentence to convey a thought or feeling the mistake of using the incorrect word is more prevalent and much more obvious when you have to write it out.

What about the spelling and use of the word Support?
The spelling of the word is always the same.  That should make the use of the word a little easier...you'd think and everyone who uses the word probably means well.

I been wrestling with this word now for years, not because I don't know what it means but because other people use it incorrectly in my humble opinion.  For instance:

If your going to buy an item that claims to "support" are particular body part make sure it actually does.

Make sure your kids understand that "support" mean that you as a part provide the three necessities of life:  food, clothing, and shelter.  Everything else is a bonus.

If you're going to "support" someones efforts/decisions (whatever they may be) then be understanding of what supporting that effort means.  Whether it's going back to school, learning to knit, reading a chapter a night in your favorite book, if one cooks, the other cleans, and I'm sure the list can continue on indefinitely.



Tuesday, November 22, 2011

2011 Florida Ironman


I looked to this day for a year.  Some days I felt amazing and other days I literally couldn’t walk.  Both kids and wife got sick a few times but I was somehow able to dodge the germs.  I wondered if I trained enough, what the weather was going to be like, how long it would really take, Kona, the mass beach start.  Then at the start there was calm…now the race.

Q: Why did I do it?

A: That’s easy…sort of.  A bunch of friends I ran with in a running group called Boston Bound talked about the triathlons they were doing from sprint to full distance.  I’d seen it on T.V. and I love competing.  In the spring of 2009 while training to one day qualify for the Boston Marathon I learned that the ITU (International Triathlon Union) sponsored by Dextro was coming to Washington, D.C. in June of 2009.  Excited by the prospect of competing and having never done a triathlon I thought this would be an incredible chance to challenge meself.  Keep in mind I hadn’t swam more than a length (25 yards/meters) in a pool since I lifeguarded some 20 years ago and I didn’t have a road bike.  So I began swimming in May and I borrowed a road bike soon thereafter.  The bike didn’t even have pedals so I put my eggbeater mountain bike pedals on the bike and used my mountain bike shoes and I was now set to compete in my first triathlon…
Fast forward two years to the single biggest athletic event I’ve ever participated in.  Yes I had run a couple of marathons including Boston, and yes I had competed in multiple Olympic and 70.3 distance triathlons but I hadn’t done a full distance triathlon (sometimes referred to an Ironman). 
My biggest concern was the unknown of the swim.


I’m not an exceptional swimmer as I just started swimming distance in May of 2009 and I didn’t swim on any teams as a kid.  Before that I was splashing around with my kids.  Compound the uncertainty of the swim with the fact that it would be my first mass start and a beach mass start no less.  So look at it this way.  You’re on the beach and all of a sudden 2500 of your closest friends are going to run into the water (that you haven’t acclimated to) and attempt to occupy the same space to eventually get to the same place.  To my surprise and relief it wasn’t nearly as bad as I made it out to be in my head.  The only tragedy of the swim was my left goggle kept filling with water so I had to keep popping up to clear it.  Eventually I just gave up and basically swam with one eye.  Oh, and the jellyfish were HUGE, though thankfully they were well below my reach.  End of first lap really included part of the beach run to head back into the water for lap two.

At this point I was very happy and a bit surprised with my time but a happy surprised.  Lap two was completed unimpeded except for the turn buoys where everyone would pile up so I went a little wide to miss most of that.  I even got to swim/draft/get dropped by one of the female pro’s at the final turn buoy to the beach.  How cool is that?  On that final stretch I decided to not follow the buoy line and instead take a more direct route to the beach which ended up being a bad idea (lesson opportunity).  I didn’t have anyone to draft off of and came in after my second lap a little slower than my first which surprised me because I felt stronger but I still nailed my swim goal.  Water temp was high 60’s.  Very comfortable and it appeared to get warmer as we headed out.


LEG
DISTANCE
PACE
RANK
DIV.POS.
SWIM SPLIT 1: 1.2 mi
1.2 mi (33:53)
1:45/100m


SWIM SPLIT 2: 2.4 mi
1.2 mi (37:02)
1:55/100m


TOTAL SWIM
2.4 mi (1:10:55)
1:50/100m
744
146

Apparently in Ironman branded full distance triathlon they have volunteers who are called wetsuit strippers (insert comment here).  Whoever thought it was a good idea to have the wetsuit strippers on the beach in the sand on the path everyone needed to take to get through transition should have their head examined.  Fortunately I did not step on anyone nor did anyone step on me.  On to get my bike gear bag and get changed.  Wish there was some pictures of the transition cluster.

T1 was a long run into a building that again didn’t have enough space to breathe let alone change so as I transitioned leaning against a wall I completed the task of donning helmet, shoes and socks, arm warmers, and gloves and off I went all the way back down the chute to run all the way back up the transition area to the great volunteer who handed me my bike and then some more running with my bike shoes on (ARGH!) and then finally they let me get on the bike and off I went.


The goal on the bike was to average 20 mph and anything more would be a bonus.  I rode based on heart rate but really going off of how I felt.  The highest point was the one causeway bridge we had to cross and then a few rolling hills but basically flat as a blueberry pancake.  Most of the road was incredibly smooth, however, there was the section leading out towards the bike special needs bags which from all the chatter I heard after the race beat up everyone, not just me.   I did have some minor issues while riding.  One of my rear bottle cages came loose while I was riding but was able to grab my bottle before I bombed the riders behind me.  I put that bottle in my jersey top and put a water bottle in my shorts, ala Faris Al Sultan.  I did have to make one pit stop while on the bike to one of the Port-O-Johns which went fine except when I came out to my bike the rack had collapsed and some of my nutrition hit the ground (GRRRRRR).  The last 7 miles was probably the toughest due to the wind off the beach.  It was even worse as you passed near the tall hotel buildings.  I took this section easy as I didn’t need to be pushing crazy power at the end of the bike right before my run.  With about 1/2 mi to go I got out of my shoes and prepared to dismount the bike.


 Dismounted at the line and a nice volunteer took my bike and I ran to get my run gear bag which had shoes, an extra pair of socks if I needed, and my visor.
LEG
DISTANCE
PACE
RANK
DIV. POS.


BIKE SPLIT 1: 55 mi
55 mi (2:46:50)
19.78 mi/h


BIKE SPLIT 2: 95 mi
40 mi (1:49:58)
21.82 mi/h


BIKE SPLIT 3: 112 mi
17 mi (52:39)
19.37 mi/h


TOTAL BIKE
112 mi (5:29:27)
20.40 mi/h
429
82
So I put my gear on and off I went.  
  
 
The run started out amazing.  I wasn’t stiff or sore after bike dismount.  I made it a point to keep the pace down around 8 min/mi even though I kept dropping to 7:30-:45 min/mile.  About mile 10 my heart rate started dropping (lesson opportunity).  I wasn’t having a hypoglycemic feeling and my energy levels were fine.  I just couldn’t get and keep my heart rate up.  So miles 10-18 were at times quite tough.  I would run but then had to walk for a little then run again.  It became obvious to me that my nutrition “plan” or was not working the way I had hoped/planned.  So all bets were off and I began eating whatever I could get my hands on like cookies, powerade, and even chicken broth because it was salty and that was good because I somehow forget to put my salt caps on my bike (lesson opportunity – put salt tabs in my run gear bag so if I drop them, run out, or forget them I will have more for the run).


Then about mile 20 I looked at my watch and it said 10:00 hours (no the watch wasn’t really talking to me…or was it? so I thought to myself, self, “who can’t run a 10K in an hour” and at that point I started running and my heart rate started coming up and I was able to run sustained for 2 or 3 miles till my heart rate started dropping again and as I neared the finish with all the incredible volunteers and spectators cheering and I realized at that moment in time I could not run a 10K in and hour (ha-ha)so my next goal was to beat the sunset.  Missed that one too so I decided I was going to see how many people I could pass before the finish.  I thought the finish was closer than it really was but that was okay because I felt great and I started hearing the announcer and the music and the spectators and tried desperately to enjoy the finish chute as much as possible but some guy was trying to catch me and if you know me I wasn’t about to let that happen and then with about 15 or so feet to go when I knew there was no way he could pass me (note: unwritten rule is you don’t pass someone in the finisher chute because it buggers up the finisher picture and it’s just not cool) I started walking and crossed the finish line with a BIG smile on my face.



LEG
DISTANCE
PACE
RANK
DIV.POS.
RUN SPLIT 1: 5.75 mi
5.75 mi (47:36)
8:16/mi


RUN SPLIT 2: 13.1 mi
7.35 mi (1:06:00)
8:58/mi


RUN SPLIT 3: 18.4 mi
5.3 mi (59:20)
11:11/mi


RUN SPLIT 4: 26.2 mi
7.8 mi (1:18:14)
10:01/mi


TOTAL RUN
26.2 mi (4:11:10)
9:35/mi
419
86


TRANSITION
TIME
T1: SWIM-TO-BIKE
10:37
T2: BIKE-TO-RUN
4:05

SWIM
BIKE
RUN
OVERALL
RANK
DIV.POS.
1:10:55
5:29:27
4:11:10
11:06:14
419
86







Thanks for reading.  Cheers