Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Tomaszów Lubelski

Sept 8-10, 2017

During our trips to the US, one of the things I wanted mostly to show Zosia was where we used to spend time as kids with our grandparents: that is Hawaii and Whidbey Island.  And over the last couple years, we managed both.  I don't know what it is about grandparents' houses, but there is something magical and nostalgic that is just fun to share with people.  I had never been to her "Whidbey," so we went there back in September. And it was awesome!

Zosia's mom grew up in Tomaszów Lubelski, just a few minutes from the Ukrainian border in Southeast Poland. The town is called Tomaszów, but like many cities in Poland, there are others with the same name. So to differentiate the cities, they add an adjective describing the region where it's located. The Lubelski voivodeship is in SE Poland, around the town of Lublin. When I first got to Poland, people talked about "voivodeships" as if I was supposed to know what that word means. In Polish it's a województwo, which basically means a province, but they English-ize the word thinking that spelling it with V instead of a W magically makes it understandable to non-Polish speakers. Let's just call it a province and make it easier for everyone. Anyway, the point is that Tomaszów Lubelski is different than Tomaszów Mazowiecki, for example.

The house in Tomaszów

Packed to the max in Tomek's car, we stopped in Lublin on the way to pick up their mom, who was preparing her rental apartment for a new tenant. After another couple hours (with spam musubis for the car ride), we were finally in Tomaszów.

I wonder if she likes the musubis

We stayed in the house where Zosia and Tomek's grandparents lived, and where their mom grew up with her two sisters. It was a cool, sunny September weekend, and somehow the house stays even colder inside. Nobody lives in the house now, so it requires several visits a year to maintain the house and massive garden, but it also means that the heat isn't turned on. Since we spent time in extra layers outside eating and making s'mores at the fire pit, we were fine wearing these layers inside as well.

When I wrote that the garden is massive, I mean gigantic. There are a lot of trees, a swing, a fire pit, bushes, enclosed areas where the dogs used to stay, even a full-size greenhouse. You could easily get lost back there and not notice if others are walking around or working in other parts of the garden.

The breakfast patio

The front side of garden is like a forest

Still part of the garden

Similar to us going to Whidbey Island or Hawaii as kids, Zosia spent a lot of her childhood in Tomaszów. Her grandpa was a doctor and everyone in the city knew who he was because of his generous personality. He has an interesting story of his own, getting sent to a prison camp in the Ural mountains during WWII. Zosia's aunt Agnieszka wrote a book about this time of his life, and she rode her bike along the same route that he traveled to get back to Poland from Siberia.

Because no people live in the house, spiders decided to move in. I think that weekend was when I first realized how scared Zosia is of spiders. I pretended to throw one towards her and she almost broke down crying. I think she might still be running! I won't make that mistake again, at least not too many more times. The family also does something that I find simple yet brilliant....they always leave thoughtful, handwritten notes in the kitchen, addressed to a fictitious person, saying that they'll "be back soon." This is just in case someone breaks in the house while they're away, the intruders will think that at least 2 people live there. I guess the robbers don't know how cool and popular Z's grandpa was...or else they wouldn't dare break in.

My little buddies got me in trouble

But she has no problem with crickets!

Zosia and I had a nice wander around the town. She showed me the church where she was baptized, the cemetery where her grandparents are buried, the parks where they used to walk as kids, where Tomek fell off his bike, and where they used to have to go for time outs after getting in trouble. There was a hilarious story about her mom always being late for school, even though the school is just down the street. During a teacher's conference, the principal told the parents that "someone" was always late to class, even though they lived only 100 meters away. Zosia's grandma knew the principal was talking about their oldest daughter (Zosia's mom, Madga), but the grandpa refused to believe it. On the way home he counted the steps and noticed that they lived just over 100 meters away, so he came to the only logical conclusion: "They were definitely talking about the neighbor girl".

Walking in the park

Cool church from a few thousand years ago, maybe

I learned another Polish cultural reference, when eating at an ice cream shop called Zimna Zośka. Zośka is another cute form of Zosia, and Zimna means cold. The term Zimna Zośka refers to May 15, Zosia's name day. It's also said that after this day the weather is warm for the rest of the summer. So not only did I learn what Zimna Zośka means, I also learned that I have to buy her a present every May 15... And that Zosia looks for any excuse to get ice cream.

Zimna Zośka looks very zimna

It's too bad that Tomaszów is so far from Warsaw, because it would a nice place to visit more often, or even to consider for the wedding. The spiders are friendly, the churches are old, and the ice cream is cold. Plus the city means a lot to Zosia, and that's enough for me.

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Swim, Wine, Run


September 3, 2017

I’ve done many triathlons over the past several years; some near Warsaw, and some in the beautiful Polish countryside. Always with friends. And it’s always been fun. But there’s one ever present stress for every race (besides the chaos at the start of the swim): figuring out how to get my bike there. I don’t have a car in Poland, and since I don’t fancy riding my bike TO races, the logistics are always an issue (I just realized I’ve spent too much time around Brits because I used “fancy” as a verb). A few races have been easy to get to: for example, the train to Poznan took me from the center of Warsaw to within walking/rolling distance of the race site. But some races are nowhere near a train station, which requires me to either beg a friend to put my bike in or on their car, combine a train and cycle excursion carrying all my crap, or find some other public transport option. Even for the races near Warsaw (Piaseczno and Nieporet), taking bikes on the bus is no given, because strollers have priority. Bus rides with a bike are always stressful, because if a baby carriage comes aboard, the driver usually kicks all the bikes off. It has become a running joke that every time we approach the next bus stop, we chant “no baby, no baby!” hoping not to see any strollers. Then we celebrate when we realize we can continue safely for at least one more stop. When I say “we,” of course I mean only me.

During one bus trip to the Nieporet race (25 km away from Warsaw), a few of us had bikes and all our tri gear. When we approached a bus stop still several kilometers from the race, I noticed it...my worst fear. A baby. Immediately the driver made all the bikes get off, even though there was plenty of space for everyone. “You don’t all have to get off...just the bikes.” That didn’t make any sense, but it seems the driver was not one for logic on this day. The mom felt bad and tried to convince the driver she didn’t mind sharing the space. Unfortunately she didn’t feel bad enough to get back off the bus and let us continue in peace.

Anyway, the point is that getting my bike to a triathlon can suck sometimes, and when Zosia and I are racing together, which means two bikes, it sucks double. By the way, thanks to everyone who has transported our bikes in the past (and in the future!).

So, when a friend from the club, Tomek, started talking about swimrun, which we realized didn't have the word "bike" in the name, we were curious.

Tomek promised wine at the swimrun

Swimrun is basically what it sounds like; a race where you swim and run. But it’s not as simple as a duathlon, where you might simply swim a certain distance, put on your running shoes, then run to the finish line. You have to switch back and forth between swimming and running multiple times in a swimrun. So maybe it should be called a swimrunswimrunswimrunswimrun. Or more precisely a runswimrunswimrunswimrunswimrun, since running is generally first (and last).

How exactly does a swimrun work? Well, unlike in a triathlon, you don’t finish each segment in a comfy transition zone where you can leave your stuff in a cheap plastic box, grab a bite of sandwich and chug from your giant Powerade bottle. You simply start running at the StartLine (don't forget to register and make your annual donation to the foundation) and follow a specific route to get to the finish line. It's like orienteering, but in between the start and finish there are a bunch of water crossings where you have to swim to the other side to continue on the race route. Since there are no storage boxes, you swim with your running gear and run with your swimming gear (and your sandwich). Folks on the Oregon Trail would have loved it.

All geared up!

Typical swimrun gear includes running shoes that drain well, a special thin, short sleeve and short leg wetsuit, a pull buoy for your legs (so you don’t have to kick with shoes on), hand paddles to make the swim easier, goggles, swim cap, and an elastic rope to connect you to your partner. I forgot to mention that some races require you to be literally tied to someone during the whole race.

The teamwork aspect actually makes it more fun. If one person is a stronger runner, they can pull the other person and in the water, a strong swimmer can make a big difference for their partner. During one practice swim, I pulled Zosia for about 1 km, and as we were drying off at Tomek’s car later, she said “Swimming was super easy today. I could have kept going!” I, on the other hand, was exhausted.

We decided to do the race in Wióry with Tomek and a few other friends. There’s a big lake with lots of trees and hills around it. The landscape is picturesque: we stayed on a vineyard, where someone actually makes Polish wine! I can’t say that Polish wine is my favorite, but we had a nice little cottage for the five of us (including Charlotte and Judith), and we got to do some wine tastings.

Our cottage in the vineyard

Perfect little place

Even though it was September, the weather turned out to be very cold and wet. Normally we’d be worried, but this time, it saved us. We didn’t want to rent the specific swimrun wetsuit (we're CCM), and wanted to use our normal triathlon ones. These are long sleeved, thicker, heavier, tighter, and not as comfortable to run in as the swimrun versions. If it would have been a normal summer day, it woulda been too hot to run in them, and impossible to take off and put back on during the running segments. Because it was something like 12 degrees C, we were able to keep them on the whole time and not overheat. We just unzipped a little during the longer runs.

We decided to enter the 10 km race, with 6 running legs, totaling about 8k, and 5 swims, making up the rest. They gave us a map and off we went. Martin was doing the race individually, so the three of us decided to go together. GPS would have been nice, because a lot of people got lost. There’s no marked path, just a few race marshals (and drunk fisherman) showing the way, but I guess that’s part of the fun. And as long as you aren’t in first place, you can always follow others. This is obviously the only reason we decided not to be in first place.

To help carry our pull buoys and paddles, we made some straps from the extra elastic rope: we could strap the buoys to our legs while running and attach the paddles to our belt. It was like having a Batman utility kit. Luckily there were videos on YouTube helping us figure out how to do it.

It actually felt great to run a bit, get in the water to cool down, then run a bit more. Luckily my shoes drained perfectly and I didn’t get any blisters on my feet (it’s worth testing your shoe drainage before a race...the first shoes I tried got water logged, and felt like running in cinder blocks). We found ourselves simply looking around and enjoying the scenery, and at times forgot we were in a race. There was no sense of urgency and it was great. We paused for photos, chatted with other competitors, and enjoyed the journey.

We finished!

Tomek and Charlotte probably didn’t stop to smell the roses as much as we did, as they ended up on the podium for mixed pairs in the longer race (28k + 5k). They were awesome!

Congrats guys!

33k is a bit too long for us, but we’ll keep our eyes open for something around 15k, because it truly was an enjoyable race. Unfortunately we won’t be able to do any races in 2018, but since it seems to be gaining in popularity, we’ll be looking for people to join us for future races. And I’ll remind you about the best part: you don’t have to transport your bike!

A few shots that Martin took during the race

Finishing one of the swim segments

Can we detach yet?

The "trail" running was great!

Here's a small video and summary from the organizers of the race.