Road to Ironman: Jay Blog 13

“Don’t waste your time on me, you’re already the voice inside my head!” famous lyrics from Tom Delonge in the song I Miss You.

This week, that’s really what I had to focus on. The voice inside my head. When you are training, it is very easy to let that voice become a negative sidekick that just drags you down. That voice can call the training boring or stupid and something else is a better use of your time.

Over the last seven days I have swam 3500 yards, biked 91.1 miles and ran 11.4 miles. That is a long time to be alone with the voice inside you head. In saying that, I highly encourage you to spend more time with that voice.

Spend time with that voice because, despite what the internet and haters will say, that voice is the only thing that matters. How you view yourself and the tasks at hand determine your enjoyment of said task. If you learn to silence the outside factors, then you truly become powerful. So just like the great Tom Delonge says, “Don’t waste your time on me!”

Thanks for reading and as always I can’t doesn’t exist!




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Lex Gedeon: Road to Ironman Blog 14

We’re going to change things up.

Today I will not be talking about my training.  Today I will be talking about Carey Pemberton.

This whole thing started with Joe.  It started hearing Joe yell, “Let’s go, Lexi!” at a CrossFit comp—not knowing that the name Lexi makes me cringe.  It started when I saw how positive Joe and Carey were the very first time I met them. Cheering my partner and I on, asking how I was feeling before each workout, and handing out high-fives after each one.  I was new to the gym at that point, so it was really my first introduction to how deeply I would be affected by this group of people. I’ve been incredibly blessed with my own awesome family, but now I had even more people to add to it.

I’ve talked previously about how difficult Ironman training has been for me.  However, what I have relied on a lot throughout this journey is not my own strength, but Carey’s.  She doesn’t know that—hell, no one does. When I am at my breaking point and wanting to quit during a workout or just want to give up altogether, I remember Carey.  Why? Because Carey Pemberton is one of the strongest, most positive women I have ever gotten the privilege to know. Through everything, she remained strong. Through everything, she showed up each day. Never questioning, never complaining, but there…like a rock (a pretty rock!).

How can you not be inspired by that?  She walks in the gym, Jay yells, “CAREY PEMBERTON” and then I remember my why.  Over and over. This process has been trying, but I hope to one day have even half as much of the courage and strength that she does.  It’s been a rough week, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is showing up, doing what you need to do, not complaining about it, and staying positive.  All things Carey exhibits every time she walks through the door. How lucky are we to be able to be part of that?

Embrace the strength of others, learn the strength inside yourself, and show up.  If that isn’t a message to learn, I don’t know what is.




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Road to Ironman: Jay Blog 12

I know we were five weeks of hard training out with a two week taper going into this past week. Sometimes, life and family provide a mental reset that is needed. Let’s face it, one week doesn’t make or break your goals. It’s the day in and day out grind.

I knew the last two weeks were going to be tough. I spent all but two nights on the road, some for work and a few for a planned family weekend. I spent Tuesday driving seven hours into Wisconsin straight into a hotel workout of two hundred pushups/situps/squats before heading to a work dinner. It was at that dinner that I realized; I haven’t taken more than a rest day a week for the last eight months to a year. I honestly couldn’t remember. So I called an audible. I took Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off. I just enjoyed life.

Saturday in the gap between family events, I asked Debbie and the kids if I could run on the treadmill while the kids swam. I was back in the right mental state to get after it. A plan matters, don’t get me wrong. However, enjoying your training and your mental state are far more important than three days of anything. I am reset. I am refreshed. I am ready to attack four weeks of training and then a nice taper before I finish Ironman 70.3.

As always I can’t doesn’t exist. BOOM.


PS: The picture above is from a year ago. I just love how it embodies our family.

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Lex Gedeon: Road to Ironman Blog 13

Brain fog is happening right now, so I’ll cut to the chase…

I’m tired.  Yards upon yards of swimming at the Y (which is literally my least favorite thing), miles upon miles of biking in the wind that I swear will never die, and miles upon miles of time spent running…and yeah, I’m tired.  Burning through calories like crazy, taking a lot of time to stretch, making sure I’m drinking enough water—it’s all exhausting. But today I got hit with a moment of clarity—I think I got it.

This week training has been fine.  Nothing spectacular. I did twinge my shoulder swimming Thursday, but it is what it is.  I stopped and hit the Crossover Symmetry as soon as I got to the gym. Nothing felt great, but nothing felt terrible.  Until today. Today I did my practice tri for the week. It was SUPPOSED to be 1150 yards swimming, 35 mile bike, and 6 mile run.  I decided it would be a great idea to swim in the river with my mom kayaking next to me in case I needed help. I’m incredibly afraid of fish.  Nothing could go wrong.

Yeah.  Made it 10 minutes.  The current was so strong that I literally moved nowhere.  The water was so cold I was getting dizzy and wasn’t thinking clearly.  Not my best move. I touched a fish at one point too. I panicked and did some weird doggy paddle/flailing stroke because I was so freaked out.  I couldn’t see shit. I didn’t want to put my face in the water. Overall bad. I still did it, sure. But it was bad. You’d think I’d make up for it on the bike.  Wrong. Thirty-five miles of lovely wind that would NOT let up. At one point, I was struggling to go 9.5 mph. That “one point” lasted for 2.5 miles. It was miserable.  My heart rate was super high throughout the bike. I didn’t want to completely gas myself, so I hit three miles of running. I don’t ever mind the run part (something I never thought I’d say).

But back to my original moment of clarity.  That swim was horrendous. I felt like the biggest idiot, the worst athlete, and like I had failed miserably.  However, despite that mess, I still went on the bike. If I didn’t think I could do it the day of the race, why would I have gotten on the bike?  If I truly thought I was going to fail, why did I spend the next 3 hours putting in work? Somewhere in my brain, I know I can do it. Even when I have these horrible days, I still bring something positive out of them (usually).  I don’t know where that little nugget of hope is, but I’m going to hold onto it until I cross the finish line on July 28th.


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Road to Ironman: Jay Blog 11

I had an epiphany of sorts on the bike this week.  It was about fourteen miles in to a planned thirty two mile ride.  I had been going into a strong headwind for ten miles and still had three more before my turnaround.  My heart rate was a little more elevated than I wanted and I was trying to stay positive but was really battling.  Then I realized one very key point, when I turn around, this will all be easy.

In training, we always finish exactly where we started.  If it is easy at the beginning, it could turn for the worse when we head back towards the start.  On this day, once I turned around it would be smooth sailing.  That was an understatement. 

Battling and pushing for thirteen miles in to the wind just to hold a fifteen mile per hour average was a shot to the ego.  It had me questioning my fitness and whether or not it was a good idea to even be on the bike.  I had a long weekend, I could’ve just rested with the open water swim today.  Who needed to be on this bike?  Then it was, well if I turn around now I have to go back either way…. Might as well get the extra six miles out of it and feel accomplished.

Then I turned.  Eighteen to twenty miles an hour pace was easy.  Everything that was hard on the way out, was easy now.  It sums up how I hope the rest of the training goes.  Everything leading up to the race should be harder than the race itself.  It’s crunch time.  Five hard weeks left, seven weeks until the event.  The training will be harder than the event.  I will be ready.

Thanks for reading and as always, I can’t doesn’t exist.



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