Lost That Loving Feeling 

I’m tired.  Tired of not loving triathlon anymore. It used to be swim, bike, and run but for me it became filter, fake, and post.  I let the need for others approval to overpower the want to just have fun in the sport that changed my life.  I couldn’t do a workout without thinking about what picture I was going to post and what I would say.   I’d tell myself it was to motivate others, but deep down I know it was for nothing more than self gratification.  I’m not a social media influencer, or instafamous, but man I so wanted to be.   All the cool kids are……  look at the free swag they get……. I want to be on that ambassador team………   (hangs head in embarrassment).

 I need to be ok with having zero followers, zero likes, zero “friends”.   I want to learn to race again for the love of it and not for what it can do for me in the social media world.    I want to love triathlon again like my new athlete Sarah.  @Tri_Harder_Sarah

Look at this picture.  This! Is! What! Triathlon! Is! About!


I can’t look at that picture without smiling.  Raw emotion of finishing her first 70.3.   I saw that picture and knew that second that this is what I’ve lost.  I’ve lost that Loving Feeling for triathlon.   It’s time to get back to me. 

I’ll still post periodically on social media because I have made that commitment to other companies, but I want to race and train to be a better me.   I want to race for Tri4Him, I want to race to show my family what’s possible.  I want to race for the love of it. 

It will be a struggle.  I’m honest with myself.  I care too much about what others think of me, but hopefully one day there can be a balance.  Until that day, please like me. 😂😂😂😂😂

Ironman Texas – Be a part of the excitement 

https://vmodcui.active.com/responsive/eventGroups/590004/jobs

This will be my third year volunteering at IMTX and my second year captaining bike transition 1, and I could use about 15 more people to help fill out the the group. 

Bike transition 1 is a wonderful spot to work because it gives you an opportunity to help the athletes pre race (in the bike transition area), help athletes as they come out of the water, and then you’re done in time to go grab lunch and spectate some more.   Here’s a break down 

Pre-Race:  We are in the transition area before athletes are allowed in.  Their bikes will be there from check in the previous day, and they will use Saturday morning to finalize their set ups.   We get to be the voice of reassurance, the hands that hold flashlights so they can see, the pat on the back of encouragement, and so much more.   You can feel the tension in the air, and it’s our job to help out however we can.  

After Changing Tent:  Athletes will be coming out of the water for the about 3 hours once the pros start.  Some of these athletes will be in the water and hour and some 2+ hours.   It is our job to reduce stress and help them find their bikes.  If your raced long distance before, you know about race brains.  I don’t care how well you marked your bike, there’s a good chance you’ll still miss it.  We’ll be lined up at each rack to point athletes to the correct spots.  Again, encourage, encourage, encourage. 

Post swim: Help tear down bike racks, clean up, and high five everyone for a great day.  

I highly recommend snacks you can fit in your pockets to hold you over.  Sometimes they have bagels and cliff bars, but just in case.  There will be water for us too. 

If you are interested in helping out, here’s the link again.    Make sure to select bike transition 1

https://vmodcui.active.com/responsive/eventGroups/590004/jobs
Thanks so much 

There’s No Disappointment in Tri’ing

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I toyed around the idea of triathlon coaching for awhile before I pulled the trigger on coming on with TriDot last year.   I was an athlete for 3 years with TriDot and loved what it had done for me, and was able to work under and along side two great coaches, Natasha van de Merwe and John Mayfield, who really prepped me for the next step.    Once I officially became a coach, I was able to add some amazing athletes to my portfolio who trusted me enough to take them to the next level.   That is where the fun really started

I love coaching.  I mean it.  I love my athletes, I love the interaction, I love seeing athletes improve and thinking its cause of me.  (please don’t tell them but the gains are all on them).  It has been wonderful, and then it wasn’t….

I had one athlete who put in some solid training for a 70.3 distance race.  We were seeing improvements on all 3 disciplines and this athletes sites were set on a impressive PR.   I was excited to see what this athlete would be able to do on race day, well because it would look good for both of us.  🙂

Being in the race myself, I wasn’t able to track the athlete until I had finished the race.  I then looked at splits and saw the athlete was not having a great day on the run.   They had a good swim and good bike given the circumstances, but went a little hard on the bike which took a little bit of a toll on the athletes legs as they came into the run.   I was able to catch the athlete going into the last loop, and I knew the athlete was hurting.  I walked up and asked how they were doing.  The athletes IT band and hip decided they had had enough and didn’t want to cooperate anymore.   We talked about where it hurt and items we could do to help, such as ice in the Tri shorts, walk/run approach etc….  I knew this athlete was determined to finish the race, and I didn’t believe they had any medical emergency that should keep them from finishing.   Then it happened…….

“I’m sorry” – Athlete    “For What” – Me   “For Disappointing you” – Athlete.   There is was.  Heart break as a coach.   Why would an athlete ever think I would be disappointed in them.  I looked at this athlete and said “You have not disappointed me.  I am so proud of how far you came.  You put in a lot of work to get here, and you are going to finish the race”  It is all I could do not to throw that athlete over my shoulder and take them cross the finish line.    I wanted this athlete to know how much they meant to me, and how I was not, and wouldn’t be disappointed in a bad race.  Heck, if you read my previous blog, even the coach had a bad race. (self inflicted).   It happens.  If we race long enough, we are going to have a bad race.    I needed the athlete to know this, and I hope I was able to fully convey my pride I had in them.

As a coach, I am learning so many things from my athletes day in and day out.   I look forward to my continued success with athletes and making sure they know, as long as they are Tri’ing, I will never be disappointed.

 

 

No Train. Excessive Gain


Galveston 70.3 was all I was hoping it would be.   I was perfect race weight, I hit all my training to the T, and the weather was perfect.  Hahahahahaha. Just kidding, it was terrible all the way.    Let’s go back and see where is all went wrong. 

2016 was a pretty good year for me.  1 hour and 9 min PR at IMAZ, multiple podium finishes in 10ks and 5Ks, several Kreitz Place finishes (4th place).   2017 started off great too with a first place at Run Houston 5k with my first sub 21 min 5k.   All things looked good for an epic 2017, and then it didn’t. 

I’m not sure what the exact moment was, but I was tired mentally and stress was mounting with work and the wheels just started to come off.  One missed workout became two, two became 3, one week became 2, and the trend continued from there.  But, don’t worry because my eating made up for my missed workouts.  One scotch became two, two cookies became three, three bags of M&Ms became four, and so on.  

Believe it or not.  You mix no workouts and excessive sweet and poor eating choices tends to have a negative impact on your body.   Things start to change.  Like waist size.  “I swear these pants fit last month.”  Shirts somehow shrink.  “I must have dried these on anti-bacterial by accident.”  Tri Tops become compression gear. “Hmmmm, saves on having to buy 2XU recovery top”.  It’s crazy how it sneaks up on you.  One day you’re 150 lbs then you check again and you’re 170.  Wait, what the frack just happened.    

That brings me to Galveston.  Untrained, overweight, and under motivated, I was taking Galveston with a grain of salt.  It wasn’t going to be the day I’d hoped it would be when I started 2017, but I paid to race, so dangit, I was racing it.   Well, I was finishing it.  There was no racing involved.   

The swim was a little rough and made keeping a straight line tough, so there was a lot of zigzagging going on.  Took my time, enoyed the burning of salt water in my mouth and got out feeling fine.  

The bike was a cross windy mess.  It never felt like we had any assistance from the wind, only resistance.  I kept my heart rate low, and kept my power around 150 for the 56 miles.  On the way back, I had a flat on my rear time that cost my about 9 mins and thank goodness a support car came by.  I was having serious race brains and couldn’t get anything to work.  He looked at me and asked “First Flat?”   I was thinking “No you jackhole, just help and stop judging”. But I said no sir, just can’t get it to work.  He was kind and hand me back on the road.  
Oh the run, or as I will refer to it as “Social time”.  I’ve never stopped and chatted so much in my life.  Spectators, friends, my wife, whoever needed to be talked to, I stopped and chatted with.  I wasn’t in a hurry and I didn’t want to make my legs hurt, so I just enjoyed the day.  Cloudy, humid as a swamp, I decided there was nothing better to do.  I finished with an unimpressive time for me, but it is all my fault.   

Now I need to set my sights on Buffalo Springs, drop 25LBS, and train like a beast.  Aiming for sub 5:30 this year.  It possible, as long as I can stay out of my own way.  

Clean water, clothes, and laying foundations in Guatemala 

Day 4 started off a little bumpy.  We had the 8 year old son of one of the group fall out of bed and land on his head.  This lead to a trip to the hospital and a concussion diagnosis.  It was not the way the group wanted to start the day, but we still had a day of loving and serving the citizens of Valencia.  

Your donations made it possible to bring these 20 water filtration systems to this community.  These systems will supply the families with clean water for up to 3 years and release them from drinking unfiltered water or having to boil water before use.  Olga, the community leader, worked with Pablo, our contact with Forever Changed International, to find the greatest needs and we were able to bless them with these units and pray over them.

After dropping off the water filters, we split the team in 2 and headed out to build two new home additions for two families.   It sounds weird, but I miss manual labor.   I enjoy getting my hands dirty, and it doesn’t get any better than mixing concrete, shoveling into buckets, and pouring the new floors.   The family we were able to bless was having an additional room built on so the 6 boys could have their own room.  The family of 10 lived in a 200 square foot wooden home, that had a small kitchen and outhouse.   We built on an additional 8X15 room and pour concrete to make sure they would stay dry during the rain.  Everything from the wood, cement, tin sheets, wood, and help, all came from your amazing donations. This family was so happy even before we started working on these house.   It’s so eye opening seeing people with so little, but so rich at the same time.   The wife was excited to show us how she makes corn tortillas from scratch and how she feeds her family with it.  She was not embarrassed about her living conditions and welcomed us with open arms.  She’s beyond rich, and I pray one day I can be more like her.   The other amazing thing I saw is how my kids didn’t let the language barrier stop them from loving on the kids.  Love does not have a language.  Love is love.  I’m so proud of these kids and all that they are learning.   

Once we finished the two houses, we regrouped and took the donated clothes to another section of the community to help with new clothes, toys, and small jewelry.  So many of these kids have never had new clothes, so it was amazing to see their eyes light up with the simplest things like bows, lego men, and slap bracelets.  

We then enjoyed a game of soccer and getting annialated by the locals.  It wasn’t even a contest.     These guys and girls were just good.  

The final piece of the day we were invited back to Olga’s home for coffee and sweet bread as a thank you for all we are doing in the community.  


I love all of you who have made this trip possible  through your prayers, love, and donations.  

Guatemala (days 1-3)

I have never been to Guatemala before.  To be honest, I had to google it to even know where it was on a map.  But now, here I am in the heart of Guatemala City spending time with orphans and working in the community.  God is doing some amazing things through this missions group and I wanted to give a quick run down of the first few days.  

We flew into Guatemala late Friday night, so it was a quick intro to our guides Pablo and David, then a late authentic Guatamala dinner….. Dominos.   We made it to Dorie’s Promise orphanage, which is run by Forever Changed International, unpacked from the bus and headed to bed. 

Saturday:

That morning was the first time we got to spend time with the 40 kids currently living at Dorie’s and let me tell you, you don’t know unconditional love until you sit with these kids and they attach to you and only want to be held and loved on.  It was extremely emotional and heart warming. These kids don’t care if you are black, white, yellow, brown, purple, indigo, or red.  They do it see race.   They see love.  They see people who care about them and want to love on them.   The thing is, love has its own language. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t understand what they were saying, because a big hug and smile transcends all language barriers.  We were able to spend most of Saturday just loving on all the boys and girls.   We took them to a “park” which was a street with less traffic and played soccer (which I got schooled at by Luis, a 8 year old) taught them how to play baseball, threw footballs and just had fun. 

Sunday:

Church day!  These kids have a passion for God that is hard to describe in words.  They have so little, might have come from abusive homes, or be at Dorie’s because their parents are in jail, yet they have a peace and joy about them that is awe inspiring.  We loaded 40 kids and 20+ adults into our small bus and headed out. (Each adult had at least 2 kids on their lap.  The church is located about 30 mins from their home at a local school.  The kids went to their service while the adults went to ours.  The pastor was passionate and moving.  Pablo our guide helped translate, but the pastor was well versed in English as well.   It was a great service and preached a powerful message that I needed to hear. After church we headed back to Dorie’s to change and take the kids to their weekly outing.  Flying squirrel trampoline park.   Your donations make trips like this possible for the kids.  So we loaded all 60+ people on our little bus and headed out.   I of course couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be one of the big kids and join them out there getting all sweaty and having an amazing time.  Again, the language barrier didn’t matter.  We played tag, dodge ball, jumped over walls, ran, and just had a blast with these kids. I heard it said “you don’t pick the kids, the kids pick you”, and that is so true.  Monica, who I am with in the above picture is my new BFF.   2 hours at the trampoline park and this old man was worn out and ready for a nap. 🙂  Now that the fun part was out of the way, Monday started our work in the community.  

Monday:

We started Monday with a tour of the national cemetery where everyone is buried.  But there’s a time limit for how long you can be buried there if you are not one of the 5% in Guatemala.  Yep, you read that right. Time limit.  7 years.  And if you can’t afford the “rent” then that could be 3 years or less.  So being poor can follow someone even to the grave. They have mass cremations for when someone can’t pay or the 7 years are up so they can make room for more people to be buried.  Sometimes, it’s not even creamation, but simply dumped into the city dump, which sits on the back side of the cemetery.Its hard to see, but there are roughly 1000 people scavenging in the dump as a way of life.  When dump trucks come in, people will put their hands on the truck to “claim” its contents.  Usually 20 people per truck.  These people will work 12 hours a day in hopes of making the equivalent of $5 USD.  They find recyclable materials that they can resale afterwards.  The food they find might also be the only meal of the day for them.   

We then went to Pastor Mercedes church where she started a feeding center for the children of the community, which sits maybe 1/2 mile from the city dump.   The things she is doing is amazing and this lunch time meal is the only meal a lot of these kids will even get. Through your prayers, love, and donations, we were able to supply Pastor’s Mercedes feeding center with 2 weeks worth of food for these kids.  I wish you could have seen her and heard her speak about her passion for these kids and how God has worked in their lives.  I was given the opportunity to pray over her and it is by far the most emotional prayer I have ever given and it was an honor to do it.  

After the feeding center, we headed into the community to deliver food bags to 6 families that had the most need.  These food bags were also bought with your generous donations.  The elder leaders of the communities let us know who’s most in need at the time.  These food bags supply almost a month worth of food for the equivalent of $20 USD.  Yep, $20 for a month of food.  What I have seen in magazines and on tv, can not prepare you for walking into a 8X8 at the most and is sleeping 6 people.   But the peace these people have is unbelievable.  Some are literally living one day at a time.  Many not knowing if they will eat that day or not.  Their faith in God is unwavering and is a gut punch for me and my way of life.  I’ve never gone without food due to money.  I’ve never been in a house where a makeshift grill is your kitchen and sits directly across from the bathroom in full view.  But, they are richer than I might ever be.  So much has been packed in just 3 days, and we still have 4 more to go.   I have already made a commitment to come back next year and be the hands and feet of God again in this community, and the team has committed to coming back with more people and they largest fund raising amount that Dorie’s has ever had.   To all that supported this trip via prayers or financially, I can’t think you enough.    We are still here for a few more days, so if you’d still like to donate, here is the Link.  

I would continue to ask for prayers for our remaining time here and for all of Guatemala.

Running for Guatemala

My kids aren’t overly spoiled.   We tell them no to things more time than not, but they do not know the true meaning of need.   I love them beyond words, but they are in a bubble when it comes to the needs of those in other countries, and at sometimes, kids in their own classes.  They can walk to a stocked fridge and grab a snack and clean water at will.   They have clean clothes in their drawers (or floor, or chair, or closet, or wherever they decide to put them after we’ve told them to put them up), clean water to bathe in, a comfortable mattress to sleep on…. As many of you could, I could keep going on and on.   It is not just my kids that have been spoiled to, as many call it, First World Problems.    I am as guilty of it as they are.

That is why this mission trip to Guatemala is so important, not only to me, but to my entire family.    We will be heading to Dorie’s orphanage next March to love on some amazing kids and their community.  We will be spending our days teaching, pouring new concrete floors, delivering food, fixing roofs, installing new roofs, installing water filters, and so much more.   I am writing this, because we need help getting there and raising enough to do as many projects as possible for the community.   Each project cost a certain dollar amount for supplies, and assistance.  This could range from $10 for food for one family to $150 for a new roof.   We have set a goal of raising $6,000 which would help fund food, floors, water, roofs, etc… to those in need.   I have a goal of being able to raise more money than my daughter who has raised close to $1,000 with her Rainbow Loom Bracelets.

Here is what I am doing.

I am running the Houston Aramco 1/2 Marathon on January 15th, and have decided to use my legs to help raise money.   I have 2 different options for donations

  1. PR Challenge – My previous PR at the Aramco 1/2 was 1:51, so I am looking for people to donate a dollar amount per minute faster that I run the 2017 race in.  I have options from $1 to $100 a minute
  2. Pass Person Challenge – I will be the last runner to cross the start line, and for every 1/2 marathoner I pass on my way to the finish line, I am asking for a donation.  For this challenge I have it from $.01/per person to $.25/person

Here is the link to choose your option: Run

Full Disclosure.  I will be wearing my OrangeMud VP1, so I do not plan on stopping at any aid stations.  🙂

Thank you so much for taking your time to read this, and I hope you can find it in your heart to donate if possible.

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When There’s Poo, You Do the Du. (Kemah Duatlon)

Apparently heavy floods not only wreck havoc on the roads, traffic, and life in general, but they also carry a lot of dirty things to the bay.  Things like fecal matter and ecoli.  Yum!   What is a race director to do?  Let us swim in crap (literally) or cancel the swim and create the largest duathlon in the state.  Turned out plan B was the winner.  

It was a strange vibe in the transition area in the morning.  People just seemed disinterested in the race.  I wouldn’t say people were negative, it just had a different feel to it.  It’s hard to explain, but I was feeling it as well.  But, we paid to race and get that medal, so I was going to do what I had to do. 

Back ground.  I’ve never done a duathlon before, so I text my coach and asked “ummm, how do I race this?”  I knew the basics.  I would run, then bike, then run. Simple enough, but I wasn’t sure of how to push my body through the first mile. 

She explained to keep the first mile above my 5k pace which, before this race was 7:45/mile, and I knew I could do that.   They tell use to get ready and then GO!  I take my new and improved cadence and do exactly what Natasha told me to do!  Just Kidding.  I ran a 6:58 mile which is the first time I’ve ever run sub 7……..  Oops.  

I’m feeling good because I get into transition trailing the leaders by a minute at the most and try to make up some time with a faster than normal transition.  

On the bike course, it became clear that this was going to be a race unlike any other I have been a part of.  Apparently, USTA didn’t send any officials down to the race site, so the sprint distance had a 13 mile pace line.   I wanted to prove to myself what I could do on the course on my own so I didn’t take part in the pace party.  I know that I put it all out there and was able to crank out 22.4mph at 191 NP and was happy with that.  My previous best  in a sprint was 175NP.  Thanks to SLF Motion for the pulleys that are allowing me to pic up those watts!  


Coming back in, I had no idea what was left in the tank.  I just knew I was behind. I felt good on the run and was hoping to come in sub 7:45/mile for the 5k which perfect for me with where I am in my training.  The run course is wonderful and easy to navigate and the miles went by quickly.  Coming into the last mile I was starting to pace some in my age group and I was trying to increase the gap. Sometimes if you pass them quickly enough, it was not give them time to recovery and track you down.  That was my goal.  Each time I saw someone in my AG, I sped up just enough to pass them at a good pace.   Coming to the home stretch I can hear a pace quickening up behind me so I increase my speed.   Then they increase theirs.  Then the announcers says “look at this foot race to the finish” at which point I start giving it everything I can for the last 200 feet!  We cross re finish line side by side!  Who in my age group tracked me down I wonder.  

Oh, you’re 53………  Pardon me while I go pout in the car….  It was a strange feeling expecting to see someone your age legging it out with you and it turns out to be your grandfather. (Not literally). 

So, that’s how the day ended.  A foot race with a man 16 years older than I am.  I will say though.  He had really long legs so for every one step he took, I had to take 4.  

All in all, it was a great day and I always enjoy to race the  BCTRISERIES.

Let me know what you thought of the race.  Hit me up on IG or FaceBook. @KreitzQuest

Preparing for 70.3 when you’re not prepared

Galveston 70.3 is this weekend and unfortunately this race prep hasn’t been what I have dreamt about.  Delusions of grandeur is all those thoughts are now.  I’ve realized I’m now heading out there Sunday to get my $250 dollar medal.  

Since IMFL, I’ve been suffering from some rare and serious ailments.  Unmotivateditis, lazyitis, and fatitis.  Currently there are no known vaccines or medicines created to combat these afflictions attacking me.  The worst part is they work in perfect harmony with each other.  They have developed the a plan of attack against those who are unfortunate enough to come down with these three.  

Here’s how they work: 

Lazyitis: Usually the first one you notice to creep in. Lazyitis speaks softly in the back of our minds.  Keeping it to a low whisper keeps us from realizing the sneaky tactic it has taken. It tells you “this is just for recovery” “we’ll be back at it in now time” “it’s ok to sleep to 6am once in awhile” “you won’t lose fitness over one missed workout” “it’s ok to skip your swim, it’s the shortest distance”.  This smooth soft voice lulls us into complacency and then hands us off to:

Unmotivateditis: Louder than its counterpart, Lazyitis, and actually likes to take control of the situation.  It’s smart.  It waits until Lazyitis has done some of the ground work, then comes in as the clean up batter.  “You’ve already missed 3 days, just hang out” “what’s the point of working out this week, you’ve already missed key workouts” “you’ve done a 70.3 before, you’ll survive” “feels good to sleep in doesn’t it” “what’s the point?” “You’ll always be a mid packer AG’er” “probably wouldn’t PR anyway” “the pools going to be cold” “why are you doing this anyway”. It comes at you hard and fierce, and if you’re not ready for it, it will take your feet right out from under you.  Unmotivateditis and Lazyitis high five each other because they know you are close to being down for the count when you find out you have Fatitis too. 

Fatitis: The one whom I believe is the spawn of satan unleashed on this world.  What we didn’t know the whole time is Fatitis crept in with Lazyitis, but we never paid attention to it.  This terrible terrible ailment starts with craving that piece of chocolate cake. It has unmotivateditis tell you since you didn’t work out, it’s ok to have the cake. Fatitis, perfectly created, is the mastermind of these ailments. It stays hidden until it’s time to shine.  It knows what to do and how to get it done.  It doesn’t add weight to you all at once. Noooooo, that would be too obvious and destructive to its objective.  It’s smart.  It starts slowly and incrementally so you don’t notice it.  Somehow it plays tricks on our mind that those 1/2 lbs increase aren’t that big of a deal and we can handle it.  It’s not until you step on the scale one morning and look down and see Fatitist staring you back in the face and it screams. “Boom! Gotcha!!”  

This is where the harmony of these three working together gets you.  Once you realize you’ve got Fatitis, Unmotivatieditist has had you so long, you just don’t know what to do.  Lazyitis is in the corner laughing at you because it takes credit for this spiral out of control.  Lazyitis has been involved so long, once you realized Fatitist is upon you, all you want is a big bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream.   What’s wrong with that?  Stop judging. 

How do you fight these?  Well, that’s a good question because I still have these.  I’m hoping Galveston 70.3 will create a fever in me that will help eliminate these ailments.   There is hope for all of us.  Those that have these 3 know at least a few people who have: Passionitist, Goalitiat, and Race Weightitis, and can hangke around them and maybe, just maybe some of there issues will rub off on us. 

In the meantime, I’m just hoping to cross the finish line at Galveston in under 8 hours.  Here’s to all of your racing the way you want to race. 

PS: Just give me my medal and swag. 🙂

@KreitzQuest

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