Yeap, you read that correctly, the Viking is a 42+km OW race, where the + is because the actual swim distance is not a straight line.
I’m back in the pool after nearly 12 weeks off, from pool swimming. With the exception of two swims during my long swim week at the end of July my last pool practice was the 22nd of May. I missed our last week of Masters because of business trip.
Yesterday I picked up my new Colting Swimrun Go, my first real swimrun suit. In 2015, my swimrun partner and I had the chance to compete in brand new TYR Hurricane C3 suits, that we had to cut off the arms and legs to be able to manage the runs. This was the way most did it back then, since the short arm and leg suit had not gotten as far in development. But things have changed in 3 years. More and more wetsuit designers see the growth potential of Swimrun races as they are no longer only arranged in Sweden.
Since my Dr gave me clearance to compete and the only thing holding me back is my physical condition, I have decided to participate in three potentially four races this summer.
First up will be Vansbro 3km OW. Last year I finished outside the top 100 with a time over 40 minutes. This year I am in better shape and know that I do not have to slow down or stop because of my increased heart rate. I haven’t decided between swimming in my sleeveless TYR or my full body. The temperatures will be up around 30C in the air, and over 18C in the water. This will be my 9th swim and I hope it will be my 6th time under 40 minutes and again top 100. I will have to bring both suits with me and decide in the morning which feels best.
Two PBs in three days. It might not impress most of my friends but both are big steps in my Crossfit training.
This is my 3rd year in doing Crossfit and my 3rd Open and again my goal was to remain a top 50% crossfit athlete in my age group in Sweden.
In 2016 I was 41.8% total in the world, 41% in Europe and 50% in Sweden.
In 2017 I wanted to place better and do better. I finished 40.7% in the World, 39% in Europe and 50.2% in Sweden. What I found interesting with 2017 was that I strated off in the 60’s world and Europe, but over 70 in Sweden and with 3 strong results in 17.3, 17.4 and 17.5 I was able to move up the ladder.
I usually like to make a summary of the previous year, both training summary and race summary before I make plans for the coming year, but not today. I didn’t do much in 2018 and I really do not know what my future brings in 2018.
Will 2018 be the year:
- The swimmer in me shines through?
- I find the joy of running again?
- I get back on a bike?
- I lose the unwanted 15 kg belly?
- I finally shave off my beard?
I am only setting three general goals for 2018.
- Workout 365 hours
- Swim 540km (45km/month)
- 120 Crossfit WoDs (10 WoDs/month)
If I manage to reach all three of these goals I will be happy with 2018 no matter what the doctors tell me in my follow up meeting or my results from Vansbro & Kalmar Swimrun.
But I have a strong feeling that my beard will out live my belly….
So it has been over 15 months since my last non-swimming race and I miss it. I really do miss the atmosphere and other competitors of triathlon and swimrun races and I can not wait to get back to the starting line. But for the time being I need to move on (or back) to being a good swimmer and then build from there.
For me the fall of 2016 and the start of 2017 felt like staring at a white canvas waiting for inspiration to paint something. I did nothing to force the inspiration. I woke up, I ate, I went to worked, and worked out when I could. But I had no drive.
So I met with a neurologist last week. This follow up meeting was suppose to happen in October, but I was sent around different departements with in the hospital for various test and then everyone forgot about me…
Seven months ago this weekend, I had a stroke. My Swimrun partner and I had less than 500 m left of a 42 km course. Even to this day it stings to think about that DNF. At the time of the stroke I remember being disappointed that I could not finish the race. I remember thinking that my partner would be mad or disappointed as well, that I couldn’t hold up my end of the race. Thoughts racing through my mind as I come to a stop and have to sit down and have a race volunteer radio for an ambulance; did I eat too little, did I not drink enough. I was around 108 kg on race day, not something that I was truly aware of, even if I did see it, and everyone around me knew. I know that my weight made the day tougher, but I am not sure it was the cause of my stroke.