It's not courage, it's my life.

Post by Randi Strunk

I'm always a bit hesitant when approached with a pitch for any sort of media, particularly where I'm in the spotlight (it’s not like that happens every day, but it’s happened occasionally). First, because I'm not very comfortable in that position, but secondly and more importantly I'm always worried about how I will be portrayed in the story. I never want to be a part of a story that extolls my courage for even getting out of bed in the morning, because it just must be so hard being blind, and sadly those types of stories are more common than I'd like to admit. I'm also a bit wary about the "inspiration" angle, because to me what I do isn't inspiring at all, it's normal, it's my life, and it’s all I’ve ever known.

On the other hand I feel like I need to get over that for a couple of reasons, and when Jenny approached me with the opportunity to have a piece done on our triathlon training by local station KARE11 I wanted to do it in hopes that it would not paint me as being inspiring as an individual, but it might inspire somebody who didn’t think they could do physical activities to give it a try. Everybody knows about the staggering statistics of obesity in our country, but not everybody knows that those numbers increase even more among our nation’s disabled population.

Statistics from an article published in the American Journal of Preventative Medicine, July 2013 issue state that nearly 42% of American adults with disabilities are obese and 9% are extremely obese. In comparison, about 29% of adults without disabilities were found to be obese and 3.9% were identified as extremely obese. This is a statistically significant difference, one I attribute to expectations. I’ve heard countless stories of blind kids who weren’t allowed to participate in physical education classes in school due to “liability reasons.” When children aren’t allowed or encouraged to be physically active there’s a good chance they won’t grow into physically active adults.

I also agreed to the story to hopefully encourage more non-disabled athletes to consider being guides for disabled athletes. I literally could not do a triathlon, or snow ski, or a myriad of other physical activities without somebody to act as a guide for me. I can’t even explain how grateful I am that Jenny and others have given of their time to allow me to pursue my own athletic goals. It’s not only a time commitment for me to train, but it’s also a time commitment for guides, and I’d hope that every disabled athlete who relies on a guide in some capacity would agree that our appreciation for your selflessness and time is immeasurable and I’m forever trying to figure out a way to pay it forward… maybe this is the way, by encouraging people with disabilities to find a physical activity they’re passionate about and give it a go, or think about sharing your passion for your given sport with a disabled athlete.  

Watch the segment and tell us what you think!

Are you interested in becoming a guide for a disabled athlete? Email MAGNA at ask@magnausa.com for more information. 

And The Wetsuit Award Goes To...

Having mastered the pool over the last few months, Randi and I were anxious to get into open water. Anyone that’s ever done a triathlon will likely agree that the sooner you can start open water training, the more comfortable you’ll be on race day. Swimming in open water is nothing like swimming in a pool.

One of my favorite areas to swim and ride is Square Lake, MN, not far from Stillwater. It’s absolutely stunning up there. The lake itself is amazing, super clean and clear, used often by divers and swimmers for training of all kinds. The bike course that we ride is the same one that the Square Lake Half Iron Man uses for it’s race. It gets us out of the city and on to roads where we can open up and haul ass. Of course I’ve never “hauled ass” on a tandem, or with somebody else’s life in my hands. But, whatever.

Randi explains, "This was a series of firsts, the first time I have ever worn a wet suit, and frankly people just deserve an award for getting those things on at all. It felt restrictive at first, but once we got in the water I didn't notice it much anymore. The water was cold, and that combined with the wet suit, the tether, and the fact I wasn't in a pool anymore led to me instantly forgetting everything about swimming. After taking the first couple of strokes we stopped and I could no longer touch the bottom, not going to lie I panicked a bit. I tried to get my mind under control and from then on we swam along the beach where I could stand when we stopped swimming.

I appreciated the tether in the open water it gave me a sense of comfort knowing somebody else was

right there with me. I thought about making the tether longer, but I think after our experience in the water a shorter tether will allow for us to stay closer together and it decreases the chances of people swimming in between us. It increases the chances we’ll clock each other while swimming, but as the taller one of the pair I feel like the positives outweigh the negatives, seriously though I try hard not to give Jenny a concussion. We didn't get much of a swimming workout, but I consider yesterday's ventures into the lake to be a victory because I never got out and it will never be the "first time" again. Swimming is still my weakest of the three disciplines but I'll be doing open water work a couple of times a week now, so hopefully there will be nothing but progress from here." 

What Randi didn't mention about the swim was that we were almost eaten alive by a giant snapping turtle. We were swimming along and I saw this head poking out of the water. He looked right at me. I grabbed Randi and yanked her in the opposite direction. Pete of course approached the turtle with absolute fearlessness, looked under water and determined that he was probably a good 15-20 inches long and probably 30-40lbs. Would have eaten us. True story.

After our swim we headed out to ride the bike course. Again, this tandem thing scares the sh*t out of me. We can get moving at a pretty serious clip, and boy, did we! The first turn out of the parking lot is down a decent sized hill, within seconds I realized we were topping out at about 27 mph – and we were coasting. This is not a speed that I’d hit on my own little bike just coasting. We were moving. Randi says to me "Wow, it's really windy out." I laughed. "No, it's not, that's us going really fast!"

Riding this hilly course was an excellent lesson in communication, for both of us. I'd have to tell her every time I shifting, up or down. I've really had no idea how often I shifted until now, it’s second nature at this point for me. But not any more. I need to be fully aware of every move I’m about to make. The shoulder was wide and relatively even, so that made riding next to the two-lane highway less of a worry. Cars and trucks out there are always respectful of riders despite whizzing by us at 60 mph. So down hill, we hit our top speed quickly and are forced not to peddle because we'd easily over rotate. 

Uphill is where we need to work. I’m so accustomed to having my feet locked to the peddles, that I struggled not to pull up. My feet bounced around the pedals a bit and we never figured out if we could stand up going up hill, I was afraid to try. That’s for another day. In the meantime, we muscled through the hills at a slow 10-13 mph pace which felt like mud. This we will fix. We both have strong legs and while we might be driving a tank, we can still put some power behind it. Pete is kind enough to put my clipless pedals on the bike today so that I can lock me feet in. That will immediately give us more efficiency. I think I’ll also put cages on Randi’s pedals to give her some more efficiency too.

Randi said "Yesterday was also our first time out on the bike riding in a hilly area. I'm starting to feel more comfortable and we're continuing to work on our communication. Jenny would tell me when we were shifting to another gear, but yesterday I suggested she start calling out either "easier" or "harder" to indicate which way she was shifting rather than just calling out "shifting." This helped me a lot because I knew what to expect and I could adjust my peddling accordingly. We did 20 miles the first week out on relatively flat trails and 19 with a bunch of hills. I feel like our time was good and we
were working together well. I think we'll be totally fine for this portion of the triathlon especially since we have 10 weeks of training left."

All said and done, it was a really strong workout. I was stoked to get home and download the data from my Garmin. But of course I downloaded it wrong and lost all of the data. ARGH! I love the Garmin because it will give me distance; speed, elevation, all kinds of great data to geek out about and I wanted to share it here. Oh well, next time. All in all we are both feeling stronger and more confident.

Who Me? An Athlete?

Post by Randi Strunk

I’ve always been interested in sports, maybe even borderline obsessive over my favorite team, the Nebraska Cornhuskers, but I never considered myself an athlete. Sure I spent summers as a kid riding my bike on the 3/4 mile stretch of gravel road between our house and my grandparent’s house. My younger brother and I played whatever was in season baseball, basketball, football. However, my pursuit of athletics never got far past the front yard. I’ve been blind since birth with a little bit of residual vision so when I tried sports that were available in my small town school such as volleyball, basketball, and track I was terrible at them, so I just figured I wasn’t an athlete, no big deal some people just don’t have that sort of talent, right?

 Fast forward to 2012 when a friend of mine said she had started running and she knew a lady who taught Learn to Run workshops. She thought we should take a class together. So four of us got together and contacted Magna Health & Fitness owner Jenny Halstead. We weren’t sure how she would react to the thought of teaching four blind people how to run, or if she’d even consider the idea. There was no hesitation from her though. She said an enthusiastic "yes!", found us volunteer guide runners, and brought lengths of rope we could use as our first running tethers.

When you’re used to a world full of "watch out!", "be careful", and "you can’t", the class and Jenny’s attitude were truly a refreshing experience. Throughout the class Jenny would make comments about my running form, how it was really good, and how I should run a marathon someday. Naturally I thought she was nuts and after a lifetime of thinking I was a terrible athlete I didn’t really believe her, I thought she was probably just being nice.

Randi and Dr. Tara running the TC10 October 2014

Then about six months later I got the urge to train for a marathon. Of course, Jenny was all for the idea. I didn’t end up finishing the marathon due to injury but I did run the TC 10 mile last year. I liked training for a goal. I enjoyed the energy of race day, and the thrill of accomplishment when it was all over. For the first time I set out on a quest for an athletic goal and I achieved it. Over a couple of months training with Jenny, she mentioned how she did triathlons and she bet I would enjoy them as well. Again, I thought she was OUT OF HER MIND. It’s not like running, you’d have to have somebody to guide in the swim portion, you’d need a tandem bike, and then a guide for the run. On top of that, I still wasn’t quite sure I could ever be fit or strong enough to do a triathlon, people don’t just do those on a whim. Somewhere in the back of my mind though, there was a little spark, a tiny thought that I could even when 99% of my brain said it would never happen. Over time training with Jenny she’d make comments about how I was an athlete. Every time that happened, I felt like I’d just aced a test or won an award. Slowly I began to believe her.

It’s a humbling experience to have somebody believe in you enough and with such conviction that you start to believe in yourself. I think great teachers, mentors, and great coaches can inspire that in an individual and I’ve felt that in my time training with everyone at Magna. On a random evening in February I texted Jenny “So when are we going to start training for a triathlon” I also included a winking smiley face so maybe she’d think I was kidding because I was enthusiastic and terrified at the prospect. Naturally, she didn’t think I was joking and responded with a resounding “Hell yeah!” and here we are training for a triathlon. We’re not going for the short sprint distance either, it’s Olympic or bust. I felt good about the running part, and figured if picking up on something you haven’t done in a while is “like riding a bike” I could pick that up again pretty quickly. The swimming part however, was going to be my biggest challenge.

I could save myself should I be thrown in water, but beyond that I had no technique to speak of and breathing properly was something I’d never done...