2019 was supposed to be a swim year for me. I was hoping to average ~42km swimming, ~31 hrs training and 10 CrossFit workouts a month.
But right from the get go work would put a stop to my training. Several trips to Poland starting January 13th, two to Dubai, then China, Malaysia and Lithuania really made it hard to swim or workout at all.
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.
I haven’t written as much about the Open this year as I did last year, but here comes a summary for those of you interested.
My goal was to be last years final placement. I was very close to being better in all three categories:
Masters Men 40-44 World Wide (total 20898) I was 8735 – 41.8%
Masters Men 40-44 Europe (2558) I was 1049 – 41%
Masters Men 40-44 Sweden (240) I was 120 – 50%
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.
I haven’t posted anything here since November. Mostly because I was not sure how much I wanted to share about my test, until I got some results to share. But like many things in Sweden I don’t know when I will get an appointment with a Doctor that can explain my results.
For the lack of a better word, my body weight is finally responding to my lifestyle changes and after 10 months of gaining weight, I have finally seen a drop.
I have a distance future goal of where I want to be, but for the time being I am just going to be happy with the new downward trend…
In May, I wrote about hitting rock bottom. Unfortunately, hitting rock bottom was not enough for me to motivate myself to start training again. Illness, work and lack of motivation from my part, kept me on the sofa and in a car.