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Live From Florida

Thong 

Many of you know by now I made it back to Florida driving by myself. The first day I drove to Monticello, Kentucky to my cousin Heidi’s. She and her husband Tom (his family calls him Tommie Lee) had twins in June (Hannah Elizabeth and John Lindsay-but they call him Jack-where did that come from?) and they were Christened on Sunday the 30th (the twins, not Heidi and Tom). Heidi and Tom are married and, although from Kentucky, are not each other’s cousins. Luckily Heidi was born and raised in Michigan.

So here’s the question:

Since Heidi is my first cousin are Hannah and Jack-

a) My first cousins

b) My first cousins once removed

c) My second cousins

d) No relation

e) All of the above

(Hint-don’t choose e)

If any of you have driven to Florida on I-75 you probably remember that there are advertisements for several strip joints like the Risqué Cafe, Club Erotica, etc. They all serve food and have tease lines like “Totally nude-breakfast, lunch and dinner”. You probably also remember from my e-mail a couple of weeks ago that I don’t think that sex and chicken wings (or any other food) go together. I decided to stop into every one that I saw and let them know exactly how I felt. I lectured at 8 of them until my credit cards were maxed out. It must be from buying so many Christmas presents for Jean and the kids.

The rest of the trip was uneventful except for food poisoning at 1AM in a motel in Forsyth 60 miles south of Atlanta on my birthday. I won’t go into the gory details and won’t name names but the initials are Pizza Hut-Meat Lovers Pizza.

I’ve told many of you about our trip up to Michigan for Thanksgiving. There were tons of trucks and I couldn’t remember what those strings of trucks were called and finally remembered “convoy”. Jean had never heard of that term and I said it was also a popular song in the 70s or 80s but I couldn’t remember who it was sung by. I woke up at 4:30 AM the next morning (we were leaving at 6AM and I was thinking about the route we were taking) and C.W. McCall popped into my head out of the blue. After a couple of minutes I realized that was the guy that sang the song “Convoy” (I looked it up and I was correct).

On the way back down to Florida I went through a small town in Ohio and a sign at the city limits said “jake braking” prohibited by local ordinance. I didn’t know what jake braking was. I could have been doing it and not known, been arrested and thrown in jail. The arrest would have been embarrassing and the body cavity search would have been very unpleasant since I had stomach cramps and “digestive problems” for 5 days in Michigan over Thanksgiving.

So here’s another question. How can I remember tons of useless information like “convoy” and C.W. McCall and don’t know the important things like jake braking that can keep me out of jail. I think I need psychiatric help. If you think so too and are planning an intervention, don’t tell me. I love surprises.

Things have been a little lonely around here without Jean. I took my wedding ring off to lift weights and swim and the widows and singles wouldn’t leave me alone. I finally put a stop to it by dressing in a pink panama hat, an aquamarine tank top with sequins, ballet slippers and a pair of leather pants with the butt cheeks cut out. The singles and widows left me alone but a couple of “boys from the other team” would follow me downtown. They asked me why “landers” was written on my butt cheeks. I told them that my partner (I didn’t say running partner so I wasn’t lying) had “tri” written on his and together we were the Trilanders. They now leave me alone too.

Speaking of Trilanders I’m sure you are all waiting on the edges of your seats for the results of the Trilanders magic marker printing contest. The final two contestants (there were 150 in all) had 6 ties in a row in the playoffs. Jenifer Ivinskas finally won beating out Anna Kornikova by writing tri twice and landers twice-there was plenty of room. The judges’ scores were 10, 10, 9.9, 9.9, 3.4, and 10 for Jen. The Russian judge was the 3.4-sounds like an ice skating fiasco doesn’t it?

Attached is a picture of the winning artwork. If you are eating you probably shouldn’t open it. It’s not a pretty sight. I’ve gained a few pounds since the accident but I’m working hard to lose weight. Bill has been working out hard lately and has slimmed down quite a bit. Quite a while ago, on one of our long runs, I said I had some tightness in my glute and jokingly asked Bill if he would rub it out. Of course he refused and we have been bantering that back and forth ever since (we are both a little sick in the head). With Bill’s recent workout results I’m reconsidering my no answers.

Ta Ta. Only 384 shopping days ’til Christmas 2004

Just Jack

Fessing Up

 We are headed back to Michigan and will get there the Thursday or Friday before Thanksgiving. Jean told me that she felt embarrassed to face our friends and families because my e-mail stories are not untrue but a little misleading. She threatened not to spank me any more unless I straightened things out so here goes.

Hooters and the fire truck – I said the Hooters girls and the fire truck were a hallucination when I started driving again but they were real. Hooters restaurants are doing a promotion (per brother Bob) with the national “Hooters Girls” so that’s what it was about. They show up at a local Hooters restaurant and the local community brings a fire truck for the girls to pose on and local people take pictures for promotion. I have never been in a Hooters restaurant. I always thought the Hooters girls were all about sex but Bob says the restaurants have great chicken wings. I love them both (sex and chicken wings-not the Hooters girls boobs) but I’ve never had chicken wings while having sex – they just don’t seem to belong together.

Shaking – My right hand did shake severely but that has pretty well gone away. I blamed it on the scapula trauma but Dr. Diane gave me several physicals while we were in Panama City Beach cheering Jean on in the race. We came to the conclusion that something probably caused it. We are checking into the possibility that my hand doesn’t shake at all and everyone else’s eyes are twitching. On the bad side I do have to stir my coffee now. I found an old cigarette case at a garage sale (like the ones you see in the old movies or, for you younger people, ancient history) so when you stop at the convenience store I would appreciate your picking up stirring sticks that I could carry in the cigarette case for emergency.

Trilanders body marking – I said that Bill and I got no offers for using magic markers to write Tri on his butt and Landers on mine (my butt is wider so the letters should fit) while we wore our thongs. Not true that we received no offers and I made up the story about the permanent markers and stencils. In fact we received several offers to be “markers”. Even though the offers were sent by e-mail we eliminated all the men due to poor penmanship. My thong is in Michigan so we plan to have tryouts over Thanksgiving week. It will probably take three or four rounds before a contract is awarded. It will be strenuous so Bill and I will be lying on massage tables wearing our thongs. We are now looking for “erasers” to clean the slate for the next contestant and “judges” to hold up score cards.

So those are the corrections. I’m all cleared but Jean may have bent the truth a little too. I have little memory about the hospital stays and sketchy memory about the first two weeks. Jean has been telling me some of the details and I’m not sure I believe her. When she says I was an SOB the first couple of days I was home from the hospital, I flirted with my nurses, I had a 24 hour swearing day at the hospital, and on and on I think she is crying out for attention. I’m sure I was a handful to take care of but I’m a much nicer person than that. Humor her.

I started running on Wednesday (3 miles) and it felt good. I ran the same distance Friday and this morning. It feels like I’m starting all over again with sore muscles that are getting better with each outing. I swam for 25 minutes at the Y on Wednesday also. I swam easy but my shoulder muscles were sore afterwards. I have told you all (not to be confused with the hillbilly y’all that we hear down here) that I am still a little dizzy at times. When my head changes position quickly the room starts to spin like my bed after a college fraternity beer party. Each time I would turn my head in the pool to breathe the world would spin and I would lose my orientation in the lane. Each lane is 6 feet wide and I looked like a bumper car careening from side to side. I would reach for the edge of the pool when I was still 6 feet away. It must have been entertaining to watch.

Just Jack (not to be confused with the “Will and Grace” gay character “Just Jack”)

P.S.-Someone please help me!!!!! Yesterday Jean and I went to a couple of shops looking for gifts and also went out to lunch at a sports bar. Michigan State was getting tromped on the big screen…I’m back to being a Michigan fan. Sometime during the outing we tried to think of the name of the town in Alabama where we stayed the night on the way down. Neither of us could think of it and our conversation went on to other things.

Later we were back at the condo watching Florida State and North Carolina State play football (what a game-double overtime). One of the quarterbacks threw a pass and the announcer said something about the player going to Athens High School. I turned to Jean and said “Is Athens the name of the town where we stayed on the way down with Mom?” and she said “No, that’s the town we stayed at last year when we were driving home after you did Ironman Florida. Remember we almost ran into the tornadoes in Alabama and Tennessee”. And I said “Yes but didn’t we stay at the same motel both times?” and she said “Oh yeah, I guess we did. But we stayed on the other side of the building and ordered a pizza instead of going next door to Applebee’s”.

Race Report

 I called some of you race day and night and some of you have already heard. Some have talked with Jean already and I’m sure some have talked to Diane, Becky and Bill who were also there. Since I’m writing this I’m sure my version is the correct one.

Jean finished the race in 12:58:54 and was third in her age group (a very competitive group of women). She is not only an Ironman but a WINNER as well (force her to show you her medal, t-shirt and trophy).

Here’s the race from my perspective.

The day was beautiful and the Gulf of Mexico (Jean called it the ocean) was fairly calm. There was a chop from a pretty good wind. The swim course was laid out in a rectangle. Everyone had to swim one loop (1.2 miles), go through a counter (chip mat), angle over to a buoy and do the loop again. I felt the angle was poorly marked and the swim course was not well staffed by volunteers. I would estimate that we saw at least 300 racers not going toward the buoy but swimming up the center of the course cutting plenty of distance. Jean found herself past the buoy so she swam back and went around it so she wouldn’t get a penalty but it cost her time. None of the other 299 did and none of them were penalized.

The bike course was fairly flat and Jean tore it up. She beat the others in her age group and passed over 500 other racers. The ladies that ended up 1 and 2 were very competitive, had been to Kona before, and knew where everyone was. They were afraid of Jean and when they met on the out and back run they said hi and “AWESOME BIKE” and it was.

The run was a 2 loop out and back and Jean kept a steady pace. She had blisters on each foot and one toe that was a mess with an ugly blood blister. She was smiling and happy every time we saw her and was thrilled to finish in such good condition.

She had a revelation on the bike that she was done swimming in salt water and wanted to enter bike races (and probably will). Diane has some digital pictures and Bill has some film pictures so see them for a look. I will send some out to people not from Hastings. Some are from the awards banquet with Jean on stage in front of 1500 people.

As for my recovery I’m feeling good. This will be the last report unless you talk to me and ask. I feel I’m no worse now than Diane’s achilles, Martin’s foot/ankle, Becky’s ankle, and on and on. So I’m “Just Jack” now, not “Poor Jack”. I intend to start swimming again today or tomorrow and will jog tomorrow morning. The bike will be after the doctor’s OK. I started driving on the way to Panama City Beach and I’m driving all the time now (Thank God I don’t have to ride with Jean driving anymore). Jean had driven to Lake City (2 and 1/2 hours) and we had lunch at Bennigans. I took the wheel there and drove the rest of the way to Panama City Beach (4 more hours) and felt good.

When I first started driving I saw hallucinations but they went away. I backed out of the parking spot, put it in gear and saw a fire truck right in front of us being backed into the driveway. There was a bevy of large chested Hooters girls wearing very skimpy outfits (they looked nearly naked to me) climbing all over the fire truck with a group of men ogling and taking their pictures (fire truck-naked women-is there a Freudian dream analyst out there?). I drove right through the mess and the hallucination went away.

We found a motel to stay in and went to dinner at an Outback Steakhouse. When we came back I asked Jean to help me find the right driveway to turn into because it had gotten dark and it was my first real day of driving. I started to turn into the Best Western drive and she said I was in the wrong one and I should turn in the Hampton Inn driveway (we had checked into the Best Western a couple of hours earlier so she must have been testing my memory).

My brain accident difficulties must be contagious. We all went out to breakfast Sunday morning after the race at an American Grill. They had a fair breakfast buffet so we all got that. Jean came back with a huge helping of butter. I jokingly asked her how her pudding tasted and she said “Is something wrong with it?” as she tasted it with her fork. Apparently she didn’t see the 4″ x 8″ sign right above it that said BUTTER and said she thought it was vanilla pudding.

I still have some outbursts. A teenage kid was playing with the elevators and, as he got off he  punched the buttons on every floor-15 floors-so the elevator had to stop on each floor and took forever. As he walked by I said “Nice job asshole”, followed after him and called him an asshole again. I never do anything like that. My mother washed my mouth out with soap so maybe I won’t do it again.

I checked my luggage and found both of my lock box keys in with my toothpaste. The lock box is in Michigan and everyone at the bank knows me so no one could have gotten in even with the keys. Apparently I locked the file cabinet in my computer room, taped the key to a piece of paper and brought it to Florida in my shaving bag (there’s nothing really important in the file cabinet). I also have a file pocket folder with a bunch of useless papers (I must have thought they were important) in with my laptop computer. Coupling that with Jean telling me that I tried to tip a nurse $10.00 at Spectrum Hospital in Grand Rapids because she was doing such a good job, I think I still need a babysitter.

We will be in Michigan for Thanksgiving and then who knows where for Christmas.

Happy Veteran’s Day, veterans.

Just Jack

Final Training

 It’s the last week before Ironman Florida and Jean is well into her taper. This next week will be short workouts in each discipline (unlike Jean’s normal workout schedule-if the schedule calls for a 1 hour bike then a 2 hour bike will be twice as good). We both have massages scheduled for Tuesday and will leave Wednesday noon for Panama City Beach. We will probably stay near Tallahassee Wednesday night and go on into Panama City Beach Thursday morning (it’s a 7 or 8 hour drive to Panama City Beach from here).

I’m still not driving so Jean has to take me places. My outings (I feel like Grandpa in an outing from the rest home) are to Wal-Mart or the grocery store. Jean is morphing into a Florida driver so I’m hoping to be able to drive soon.

Jean is a shopper and I’m a buyer. When I go to stores I know exactly what I want, make a beeline to it, and check out quickly. When Jean gets into the store her body goes into slow motion. She goes down every aisle looking at everything. It drives me crazy (or crazier depending on your perspective).

My condition changes slowly and will over the next few weeks. I’m sleeping longer, feeling better after exercise, having fewer headaches and fewer body aches. I’m still having some memory problems but I hope they will improve with time (I still don’t want to remember the wreck or the hospital details so don’t tell me what you know). On the plus side, the reruns on TV aren’t reruns to me! I have a slight shake in my right hand but again, on the plus side, when I add cream and sugar to my coffee I don’t have to stir.

One thing bothered me this past week. This summer I spent a couple of hours teaching Kim Evans how to change a tire and how to remove and put on the back wheel (by the way-nice scoop-necked top Kim). Bill Bradley came by and watched for a while. We did it several times (get your mind out of the gutter-I mean put on and took off the rear wheel-besides Bill was watching) and I showed her some of the tricks to put it on quickly in one fluid motion.

Thursday I helped Jean put on her racing wheels and I couldn’t remember how to put on the back wheel. I had the 11 gear on the cassette under and wrapped onto the bottom part of the chain. It was a disaster and I couldn’t figure out how to fix the mess. Jean had to show me how to do it. Jean was patronizing and said it was probably because I hadn’t done it in 8 weeks (again I mean putting on the back wheel) and just forgot. That was kind but I reminded her that I never forgot how to put on the back wheel over a 6 month Michigan winter. And I’m not going to give back the thank you gift from Kim of Bell’s Pale Ale.

I will end on a serious note. Jean has been training hard and does an awesome bike (both true) so everyone expects her to win. That puts a lot of pressure on her. There are 10 women in her age group and a couple of them are back from last year. They are good so it will be a tough race. Some people will look at the Womens 55-59 age group and see one winner and nine losers.

I see things differently. Winners are people like Larry who did the entire Great Floridian with a smile on his face. Winners are like Diane beating Karen Standley for the first time. Winners are like Becky who swam her first Half Ironman swim under the time cutoff. Winners are like Bill who completed the Muncie Endurathon twenty years after he first set it as his goal. Winners are like Gary who told everyone he saw from the team on the run part of the Muncie Endurathon they were “looking good”. Winners are like an un-named racer who finished The Escape From Alcatraz on Fathers Day with his kids all watching and his Dad’s cremation medallion sewn into his back pocket and didn’t care whether he was first or last in his age group. And winners are like Jean who _________ (fill in the blank).

I will send a race report after next weekend.

Jack

Training Report

 Here we are in the deep south and Jean is finishing up her training for IM Florida (2 weeks from yesterday).

The trip down was uneventful. Mom and Jean drove and I sat in the back seat so I had to go back on drugs. I woke up long enough to help with all the turns in Nashville and the other big cities (had to be in the right lane at the right time or we were going elsewhere).

I’m doing fine. Headaches still persist but they are down to “mid-hangover” level. I practiced plenty in college. I’m still having short term memory “glitches”. In the seven years I’ve owned the place down here I’ve never left without my key to our door and the security doors. I did that twice this week. Still a little dizzy when I walk but I fit in with many of the seniors out on their walks too.

Jean is learning to drive Florida style. Many of the right lanes end with a required right turn. Florida method is to stop in your lane until the next lane clears because you didn’t really want to turn. When we pulled into a parking spot the other day she had her foot on both the brake and the gas. As she shifted through the gears to park we had a real adventure.

I’m doing fine. Headaches still persist but they are down to “mid-hangover” level. I practiced plenty in college. I’m still having short term memory “glitches”. In the seven years I’ve owned the place down her I’ve never left without my key to our door and the security doors. I did that twice this week. Still a little dizzy when I walk but I fit in with many of the seniors out on their walks too.

The weather has been great in the 80s every day. The nights get down to 65 or so. At dawn I walk to the jetty a little over a mile one way in my t-shirt (Trilanders on the front and “It’s easy-you can do it – Madison 2003” on the back) and workout shorts and I still sweat. Jean did a long bike yesterday on 776 (there’s a bike lane all the way from US-41 to US-41-it makes a 25 mile loop) in some fairly hot weather. This morning she is out running and it is quite humid. All this is preparation for two weeks from now.

I’m doing fine. Headaches still persist but they are down to “mid-hangover” level. I practiced plenty in college. I’m still having short term memory “glitches”. In the seven years I’ve owned the place down her I’ve never left without my key to our door and the security doors. I did that twice this week. Still a little dizzy when I walk but I fit in with many of the seniors out on their walks too.

We went to Sharkey’s the other day for bait buckets (large blue margaritas). It was my first drink since the spill. Made the top of my head warm but felt no effects (Dr. Visser said it was OK). Will probably not visit there too often until guests come (you are all invited).

I’m doing fine. Headaches still persist but they are down to “mid-hangover” level. I practiced plenty in college. I’m still having short term memory “glitches”. In the seven years I’ve owned the place down her I’ve never left without my key to our door and the security doors. I did that twice this week. Still a little dizzy when I walk but I fit in with many of the seniors out on their walks too.

Each day when I walk to the jetty I see the same guys fishing. I haven’t seen a fish caught yet but there is plenty of conversation. The first morning a guy fishing in the channel had caught an 8-10 pound redfish. He was “field-dressing” it with a knife that was as sharp as a butter knife. I went over to watch him. He was sawing on the neck/spinal cord like Paul Bunyan on a spruce tree and never did get through. I had to walk away and laugh later.

Better go. Since I’m not running in the group Sunday mornings I have to make my own breakfast. Today I think I’m missing Becky’s biscuits and gravy.

Jack and Jean

Final Recovery Report

 Here is the final recovery report. That doesn’t mean I’m fully healed, but the major portion is over and the long process of baby steps will continue for 3 to 6 months. Jean and I will be leaving for Florida on Friday and I will be forced to heal on the beach.

First an update on last week’s report. My conversations with Rush Limbaugh have been terminated about OxyContin. I’m not a big fan of Rush, but I admire his fortitude to admit to the public he is addicted to pain killers and to admit himself to rehab.

Second, sadly Bill and I didn’t get any volunteers to wield the magic markers so we resorted to phase two. Since Bill is working long hours and I’m not, I was assigned the task of creating stencils for the marking. Our thought was to put the stencils on a bench, mark the blank areas with magic marker and then sit on them. Sadly there were two problems. With my brain not fully recovered I put the stencils on the bench so I could read them while Bill slid into his thong. So when we sat on them, the words imprinted backwards. Secondly I used permanent magic markers instead of the washable kind so the mistakes will have to wear off. We looked like dogs with anal gland infections as we scooted along the carpet trying to erase the errors.

I had two medical appointments in Grand Rapids. The first was at Mary Free Bed Rehabilitation Hospital on Tuesday and the second was with Dr. Visser, a Neurologist on Friday. At Mary Freebed test one was to park the car in the parking ramp and then find our way to the 8′ x 8′ registration room embedded within the clinic. With directionally challenged Jean at my side, we were able to find it after wandering through the restricted construction area only once. I met with a Psychiatrist for the first half hour and a Physiatrist the next hour. Both said they were pleased with my recovery so far and I seemed better than they expected after reading the hospital reports from Wisconsin and GR hospitals. The Physiatrist had two recommendations which didn’t thrill me. One was to take part in the Drivers Rehab test to see if I could drive well. Oh by the way, the cost is $900-$1,000 and, oh by the way, it isn’t covered by Insurance. I think I’ll try to entice Ernie (retired teacher, driving instructor, driver’s license tester) to test me at a reduced fee. The second recommendation was to practice having bike wrecks without landing head first. If anyone has football pads and a helmet, I would like to borrow them.

The visit with Dr. Visser was likewise encouraging. I quit taking the pain medications on Thursday and he seemed OK with that. He will continue me on the Dilantin anti-seizure medication for six months, and if no problems, pull me off then. During the mental tests he did find that I was a full inch off plumb which brings me to this dilemma. What do you think?

a) I will never make it to normal and will spend the rest of my life trying to blend in with all you normal people and hide my shortcomings, or,

b) My recovery takes me to exactly where I want to be. I’m different-maybe better, maybe worse, but definitely different.

(choose b, choose b, choose b, choose b)

Early in the week I asked Jean about some of the things that went on in the first couple of days after the accident. I heard things that made me feel uneasy so I don’t want to know the details any more.

To end on a serious note:

A friend held me while I bled on the road until the ambulance came.

Jean pulled out of the race she was doing well in to watch me travel through the darkness.

A friend gave me a medicine bundle to guide me in my return from the abyss.

A friend gave me a finger puppet to entertain myself in the hospital.

My daughter flew from Hastings to Madison to help Jean get me back.

My son and daughter flew back from San Francisco to help me through some difficult days.

A friend gave me an Ironman Wisconsin cap to protect my broken head.

A friend gave me a squeezable ball to release tension during my bad headache days.

A friend gave me a heatable neck ring to ease the tension in my whip-lashed neck muscles.

A friend gave me cookies to nourish me in my recovery.

A friend gave me home-made chicken soup to nurse me back to health

A friend gave me Bell’s Beer to celebrate my full recovery, whenever that is.

Friends and family have sent cards, e-mails, have called and stopped by to see how I was doing.

I spent four years in college and thirty years in public accounting and it took this freak accident to teach me that all of the above is more important than the balance in my checkbook.

I fear the past. The place where I first went was pitch black, quiet, and I was alone.

I fear the present. I’m halfway through recovery, but I know an arm could reach out and pull me back to the black hole.

I’m apprehensive about the future. I don’t know where I’m going but I thank God I have friends and family to help me along the way.

Permanently 1/4 Goofy Jack

Race Report 3

 Week four is over and on to week five. I am improving by the day and feel much better than a week ago. There is one note from last week’s report. My memory is coming back and now I recall that Whacky Weed is illegal so that’s out the window as a pain killer. I also remember I didn’t use it when I was younger either. O.K. I tried it once but Bill Clinton and I may have been at the same party in College and neither of us inhaled. I am trying to get in contact with Rush Limbaugh to discuss the use of OxyContin (that’s a legal drug isn’t it?).

I had a doctor’s appointment Wednesday and told him that when I take my daily walks I start out a little dizzy and I walk like a drunk leaving a bar at closing time. He suggested I wear a laminated card on a cord around my neck that says “I AM NOT DRUNK – I HAVE A HEAD INJURY”. We chuckled but he wrote it in my medical record so I guess I have to do it.

I also told him I wanted to start jogging when the light-headedness disappears. He suggested I wear a football helmet. We laughed about that but he also wrote that in his chart. I mentioned that to Bill Bradley (my running partner-not the basketball player/senator who ran for president) and told him I thought I would add elbow and knee pads when we ran together. He said he wouldn’t be able to run with me because his shorts have been a little tight (I think he didn’t want to be seen with me). He thought that when my equipment came off he would have his equipment straightened out and we would be running together again.

I have been really bored because I do feel better but I need to rest and rehabilitate. Many of you have heard Bill Bradley and I joke about wearing thongs to one of our swim workouts. He would have Tri written on his butt in magic marker and I would have Landers written on mine and we would stand side by side. Well, we’ve decided to do that while I’m resting and we can use the picture for Christmas cards. We are looking for volunteers to write on our butts with the magic markers. Tradesies will be offered.

Thanks again for your thoughts and prayers.

1/2 Goofy Jack

Race Report 2

 Down with week three and beginning with week four. The headaches are subsiding (however they reappear when the rain comes-sinus-ugh!!). The memory seems to be coming back but there are still lots of blanks.

I have dreamed several times about the 7th of September. I see a fork in the road. I look down one path and I see me sitting in a wheelchair with a shawl around my shoulders on the veranda of a V.A. hospital with spit and pudding running off my chin. I have been running like hell down the other leg of the fork ever since.

I still can’t sleep in bed so I am in my Lazy-Boy chair, partially propped back with my feet on a cushion on a wooden TV tray with my toes pointed toward the heavens (reminds me of a pelvic exam but then again I’ve never had one). An hour later I wake up and feel like a piece of scrap paper that was wadded up and thrown in the corner. I walk around for five minutes to get the joints working again and off I go to sleep for another hour and a repeat.

Sorry I missed Jon’s surprise birthday party Friday night. I do some strange things and Jean was afraid I would dance naked with Jack Wiswell’s band Rumplestump so she made me stay home. I may have danced naked at home and, because I’ve been sick, a rumpled stump was visible.

I’m taking Endocet every six hours, Dilantin morning and evening, and Motrin every six hours. I don’t feel any difference when I take the medications so I’m thinking of going back to the old college standby, Whacky Tabacky. The problem is that I’ve checked in Joe Friel’s “Triathlete Training Bible” in the food/medicine section and can’t find directions for how much and how often.

During recovery I’ve had lots of time to think and I may have solved the Florida Locker-Room Fiasco. When I did Alcatraz, the waves and swells splashed in my face because I’m a right side breather. I spent the rest of the summer and that fall learning to breathe bi-laterally in the water. Is it possible that the guy in the locker room heard from another member of the YMCA that the guy swimming in the pool goes “both ways” and became confused??

And finally, for those of you who read my training reports from Florida last year you probably recognize that I’ve always been at least a half a bubble off true level. So when I recover completely, will I be back to where I was or back to normal where I’ve never been?

Thanks for your thoughts and prayers.

3/4 Goofy Jack

Progress

 Just to fill you all in on where I’m at – Last week I felt like a piece of crap. This week I feel like a half a piece of crap so I must be improving. While in the hospital I was hooked up to a machine that allowed me to inject morphine every 10 minutes. Once I found how to keep the button pressed down with duct tape, they took me off and sent me home from the hospital.

The drugs are lined up on the kitchen counter and being used at regular intervals. I’m so high on drugs all the time that I feel like I am learning to fly without flapping my wings. We’ll visit the Doctor tomorrow and he may pull me off all drugs altogether.

Thanks for visiting and keeping me in your prayers. I will let you all know how things are going as time goes on.

Jack

Trilander Dinner 2003

Two years ago we heard the story about the Trilanders and how our group was formed. Last year we looked back at the season, our accomplishments, our injuries and our training. This year the committee thought it would be appropriate to look to the future.

On January 19th I asked everyone to e-mail me with their 2003 season goals and their 2003 training objectives. Some e-mails were not functioning so they never got the message and some chose not to send them in. Some may have feared that they would be held up to public scrutiny or ridicule which may be true. Others may have been afraid to commit themselves for fear of being considered cocky or overly aggressive. Still others may have been afraid of failure and that not committing to a goal means you can’t possibly fail. Some may have thought this was a really cheesy idea and didn’t want any part of it. But many did respond. Some goals and objectives were short and simple. Others were quite detailed and specific. Here are the responses. The committee may have edited and corrected for spelling and punctuation. But as Tom Brokaw would say, “Here they are in their own words”.

Harry’s season goal is to finish Ironman Wisconsin. His training objective is to not allow the Ironman training to consume and dominate his life considering his personal and work obligations.

Kim’s season goals are to do the White Pine Stampede 20k cross-country ski race in 2 hours or less, to complete an Olympic distance triathlon this summer, to complete the Fifth Third Riverbank Run and to possibly complete the Bayshore Marathon in less than 4 hours. Her training objective is to complete a 10k race in 8 minute miles or better.

Gary said his season goal is to keep having fun doing what we are doing and his training objective is to keep training. He is looking forward to the long distance training we will be doing this summer and is glad he will have the summer off. Gary was once overheard saying that his goal at Ironman Wisconsin is to run the entire run portion which sounds redundant but if you’ve done an Ironman you know what he means.

Jenifer’s priority season goal is to arrive at the Ironman Wisconsin start uninjured and to complete the race. Her main training objectives would be to train wisely, consistently, and listen closely to her body. When something hurts…stop! When needing some time off…take it! Her other season goals are to do the Fifth Third Riverbank Run in 2:05 (does that mean if she gets to the finish line in 2:04 she’ll wait a minute to cross?), place 1st, 2nd or 3rd in her age group at the shorter triathlons and to “drink less and weigh less”. (She says the two are closely linked and appears to be off to a bad start on the drinking less part tonight). Her other training objectives are to return to sub 8 minute mile pace by the Fifth Third Riverbank Run, have a 12 minute half mile swim time, do the long time trial in 1:04 or less, remain uninjured, and to train wisely.

Diane’s season goals are to finish the Boston Marathon in less than 4:30, finish Ironman Wisconsin in less than 14 hours, to beat Karen Standley in at least one race this year and not to finish in 4th place in any race this year. Her training objective is to remain injury free.

Bill Bradley’s season goals are to complete the Fifth Third Riverbank Run, to do an early summer triathlon (either Johann’s or Macatawa), complete the Seahorse Challenge (which by the way is early this year…the day after Macatawa) and to complete his first half Ironman race at the Muncie Endurathon.

Martin’s season goals are to finish Ironman Wisconsin in less than 12:30 and to finish the Fifth Third Riverbank Run in less than 2:05. His training objectives are to improve his long distance running pace to less than 8 minute miles and to average 24 miles per hour on the 16 mile bike time trial. He plans to do the Fifth Third Riverbank Run, The Ann Arbor Triathlon, the Seahorse Challenge Triathlon, Hubbard Lake or Johann’s (they are on the same weekend), the Muncie Endurathon and Ironman Wisconsin.

Lynette says her goals are very simple. She hopes to start the season injury free and remain that way. She feels that will help her improve her time and distance.

Pat Purgiel’s goals are to successfully complete a triathlon (any triathlon), run a marathon in 3:45 or less (which is Boston Marathon qualifying time for the for the elderly), run the Fifth Third Riverbank Run in less than 2 hours, and meet the dream woman of his life except that I should only list the first three so would the jury please disregard that last one about meeting the dream woman of his life because that would embarrass him and we wouldn’t want that.

Judy Anderson says she doesn’t do triathlons but her training objective is to run pain free at some point in the near future and to finish the Fifth Third Riverbank Run.

Becky’s goal is to swim 1.2 miles in less than 1:30 or whatever the swim cutoff is for the Half Ironman. Her training objective is to not get injured, something that is proving hard to do.
Jim’s season goal is, and I quote “To kick ass and take names later and also to see the entire team cross the white line at Ironman Wisconsin”. His training objectives are to stay focused and have a sub-13 hour Ironman God willing.

Larry Etter’s goals for 2003 are to make it to the start line at Ironman Wisconsin capable of competing, to finish Ironman Wisconsin in less than 13 hours, to finish in the upper 20% of swimmers in his age group in all races, to finish in the top 50% of all bikers in his age group in all races, to finish close to 50% of all runners in his age group in all races, and to have fun doing all of the above.

Jack’s goals are to finish an Olympic distance triathlon in less than 2:45, improve his times in all repeat races by at least five minutes, to complete the Muncie Endurathon in less than 6:15, and to finish Ironman Wisconsin in less than 16:18:01. His training objectives are to integrate lactate threshold training and VO2 max training in his schedule, improve swim times by at least 5% in all races, solve his leg cramping problem through better conditioning and hydration, and most importantly lose 30 pounds by the first triathlon. First of all 170 pounds on a 4 inch wide bike seat has to be more comfortable than 200 pounds on the same seat. Secondly I defy anyone to get in their season’s best condition, strap on a thirty pound pack, ride the 24 hour challenge route and then run any distance, let alone a marathon.

Jean’s season goal is to make it to the start line at Ironman Wisconsin injury free. Sounds familiar doesn’t it? Her training objectives are to improve times in all three sports and to do the 24 hour challenge route once a week beginning in June. She also says she wants to be the strongest woman in her age group.

Jon Anderson’s schedule has changed drastically since Mark got called up for the reserves and may be gone for a year or more. His season goal would be to finish Ironman Wisconsin in the shortest time possible with the least amount of training. He would like to finish the swim in less than 1:05 and complete the bike course in 5 hours or less. His training objective is to get faster on the bike and concentrate his training to that end. He plans to train no more than 15 hours per week.

The one common theme that stands out is that everyone wants to remain injury free. After three years of hip tendonitis, shin splints, an AC joint separation, a flake fracture and a large hematoma, I’m not the one to give advice on how to do that.

This is the point on the Tonight Show when Johnny Carson would turn to Ed McMahon and say “With all these season goals and training objectives you would think that everything was covered”. Ed, by that time half in the bag, would reply according to the script “With all those goals and objectives there couldn’t possibly be any more that haven’t been thought of. If there was a book of goals and objectives, it wouldn’t have any that weren’t thought of by this group”. At this point, after the set-up, Johnny would say in his dorkiest voice “Not so my large pickled friend”. The committee came up with some suggestions that we may not have considered. As always, I apologize to the spouses and supporters for all the inside jokes.

Most of you know that Harry is Chief Operating Officer at Pennock Hospital. You also may know that there is a critical shortage in nursing and many other health care fields including Pharmacists. Harry, by training, is a Pharmacist. So after Harry spends all day at his regular duties he often works at the Pennock Pharmacy to help with staffing issues. Some people on the Board of Trustees have noticed that several months after Harry started working in the pharmacy there were a lot of pharmacy techs off on maternity leave. There may be no connection but the committee feels that Harry may have more energy for training if he spent less time with those young women.

One member of the committee noted that Kim has a little trouble sticking with her own training schedule. She comes to the Sunday runs saying she plans on running 5 miles, but ends up running whatever distance everyone else goes, often 8, 9 or 10 miles. Unlike Jack she may want to put on a little weight so she isn’t sucked along by the team vacuum.

It’s hard for the committee to suggest anything to Gary. He can lay off running for two weeks and then go out and run 10 miles just to keep someone company so they don’t have to run alone and he usually has to slow down to do that. However, the committee did feel that Gary is just a little too hyper, should calm down a little and learn to just take life as it comes.

Jenifer’s goals and objectives said it all. Just listen to your body and it will tell you what to do. But the committee suggests that Jenifer not train alone so much. It may be beneficial to find a training partner to work with. It might be helpful if that person liked to talk a lot too because they could share their experiences. We also hope that giving up her 30 minute pool soak before swim workouts doesn’t have a negative effect on her training. Jenifer should also try to be a little more upbeat and enthusiastic about life and her training.

With a new Softride, VO2 max testing, a swim workout book, attending a Florida Triathlon Training Camp, a new computrainer and Boston Marathon training, what ever happened to Diane’s workout philosophy that “Less is better”? The committee does suggest that when she runs with Pat and they come to a fork in the road that she turns the opposite direction that Pat thinks is correct.

In his list of goals and training objectives Bill said that he wants to be just like Jack. Does that mean he wants the guys in the locker room to comment on his anatomy? For those of you that don’t know what that means, let me know and I’ll see that you get a copy of the e-mail from Florida.

Medically we know that people have different levels of testosterone in their bodies. We also know that an important part of training is to know your lactate threshold and incorporate lactate threshold training into your schedule. The committee feels that Martin may be the most technically qualified to develop a machine to determine a person’s testosterone threshold. The test might consist of blood tests while reading a variety of men’s magazines, the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue and the Victoria’s Secret catalogue. Once the threshold is established it could be correlated to the lactate threshold so that overtraining due to testosterone overload doesn’t occur. We’re not sure what kind of training would be necessary to alter the testosterone threshold but we do feel sorry for Jane.

Lynette had some concerns about staying healthy and injury free during her training schedule. One way to achieve this is to not train when you are overly tired. Lynette may want to consider having Harry work more hours at the pharmacy so she gets her needed rest.

The books say that when you are training at an aerobic level you should be able to carry on a conversation with your training partner. Pat must be extremely concerned that he is going anaerobic because he is continually testing to see that he is in that aerobic range. To combat this behavior the committee suggests that Pat try to run the entire 7 mile Cook/Quimby/Broadway loop with at least one other person without saying a word. He may also want to consider wearing a pin-on GPS so he isn’t led astray by Diane on the Sunday runs.

We can’t criticize Judy’s training objectives because of her physical problems. We do suggest, however, that she sit down with Jenifer and Jean and find out how they are able to listen to their doctors, completely stop training and let their injuries heal properly.

We hope that Becky doesn’t have a bladder control problem. When Bill and I follow her on these long winter runs we see urine at every mailbox but she blames it on the dogs. It’s nothing to be ashamed of and happens to lots of people. Also, we don’t know of any triathlon that allows dogs to assist the participants so we suggest that Becky try to get her heart rate above 115 as the dogs pull her up the Yeckley/Cook/Quimby road hills.

It sounds like Jim may have his hands full as Trish’s due date is just before Ironman Wisconsin. We do, however, suggest that Jim make it a training objective to swim at least once before each race. Also, there will be a collection taken up later so Jim can invest in a pre-race hair brush.

Larry’s training is by the book or more precisely by the books. But remember the old saying “Don’t judge me until you walk a mile in my shoes”. The committee thinks it would be helpful for Larry to see how well off he is and how the other half lives. They suggest that he go a week without wearing his heart rate monitor, charting his training activities or logging his running shoe mileage. If he has difficulty, there are support groups that would be willing to talk him through the rough times.

The committee couldn’t find any fault with Jack’s scheduled activities. His season goals are realistic and attainable and his training objectives are reasonable and appear to be complete. He doesn’t appear to have any quirks or idiosyncrasies that they could poke fun at. The committee is concerned that if Jack does lose 30 pounds, he will also lose his excuse for not doing well in some of his races. He is encouraged to develop a stand-by injury in the event of a poor performance.

The committee is concerned that any criticism or jokes directed at Jean may be met with physical and/or sexual consequences. The committee is not at all concerned that she spends all of her waking hours either swimming, running, spinning, lifting weights, riding her trainer, attending yoga classes, attending Pilates classes, doing Pilates tapes at home, doing yoga tapes at home, reading nutrition books, reading running books, reading biking books, and reading triathlon magazines. The committee likes her decorating theme in the bedroom that makes it look like a Dr. Scholl’s display case. Jack was a little concerned in Florida when he caught Jean eying his foot for a transplant. They aren’t the same blood type but Jack has seen calls on the caller ID from the Duke University Medical Center.

The committee has heard unconfirmed rumors that Jon Anderson spent much of his recent vacation on the cruise ship working on alternative training techniques. An anonymous senior level White House official has told CNN that the new training formats may include consuming large amounts of alcohol before talking on a cell phone, walking around in our underwear and some cross-dressing. I know a guy at the Seven Springs Y in Florida that may be interested in the last two parts.

If any of you are offended by any of these suggestions don’t blame me. Talk to the committee although I’m not really sure who the committee is.

To be serious for just a minute, it was a common theme that everyone wanted to stay healthy and injury free. That’s not likely to happen but we can minimize the occurrence rate and severity if we plan our workouts carefully, think about what we are doing and, as Jen suggests, listen to our bodies. I look around and see people like my next door neighbor, who is younger than me, healthy one day and fighting for his life the next. Like Johann Visser, he is running a race he probably won’t finish. We should thank God every day that we are able to whine about our injuries, listen to a good friend all 7 miles of a 7 mile run, cross dress and even pee on mailboxes.

Above all, Larry and Gary said it best “No matter what your season goals and training objectives are, the most important thing is to have fun”.