Monday, February 5, 2018
Single mindedness. That’s the word that comes to mind in describing an experience I’ll never forget. It really began at the beginning of a very long and complex work week. My days were running 12-16 hours and there were a number of highly charged and complex issues that I was dealing with. I rarely use the word stress to describe work, because I love what I do and always appreciate a challenge. I had started my day in Redding, California and was making my way to Eureka via Route 299. While the route was simple, I still use the map feature on my iPhone as I always do, because it synchs with my apple watch so I don’t have to take my eyes off the road to look at it. I was about half way into my drive, about 2 hours, when my apple watch vibrated. I pulled over and realized that I’d missed a turn. It seemed odd that the map feature was taking me off the main highway to Eureka, but there had been a number of rock slides and construction work during previous drives, so I assumed it was detouring me around something. I did a u-turn and turned right onto a country road. Immediately, I had to cross a one lane bridge, and then I started up the road. It wasn’t long before I realized that this road really only fit 1 car, but there were no other cars that I’d seen (nor any other signs of civilization for that matter). The Map feature told me that I had 4.5 miles to go before turning, and I assumed that would bring me back to the main highway. Up and up the mountain I climbed, winding around in the forest. Near the top of the climb I passed a police car near another car that seemed stranded in the middle of the road. Odd, I thought, but drove on. I saw a few patches of snow on the side of the road, but figured I was about to get to the turn and head back down. I made it to the turn, and the Map feature told me to turn on another road, which I did. As I made my way downhill a ways, the Map feature started saying that it was rerouting me. I figured that since there was no cell coverage that it just wasn’t connecting. I made my second assumption that this had been taking me in the right direction, so I should continue on. I actually passed a couple of cabins before I started climbing again. I passed some trees that had fallen and been cut so that cars could pass. I started seeing snow again on the side of the road.
One might ask, why did I keep going? I was actually starting to feel a little anxious that this might not be the right direction and that perhaps I should turn back. I didn’t, and I hit a few patches in the road where there was actually snow on the road, but previous cars had marked out a clear path. I figured that this must still be the right way. As I write this, I realize how single minded I had become at this point, absolutely focused on continuing forward. I was gripping the steering wheel, getting an uncomfortable feeling in my chest (where I feel most of my anxiety), and was definitely sensing potential danger. There is no question that if my wife had been with me, we’d have turned around and gone back miles ago. My tenacity and single minded focus on moving forward kept me driving up the road. I hit a patch of snow and ice that made me a little nervous, but I got through it and the road cleared. I assumed I was getting close to the top of the mountain, based on looking ahead, when I turned into another stretch with snow on the ground. As I drove a little further up the hill, my car started to struggle with the snow and I slowed down. This wasn’t a good idea, maybe I should back up. I put my car in reverse and before I knew it, I had backed against the side of the road and wasn’t moving.
Anxiety now made way for a sense of full on panic. I jumped out of the car and frantically tried to shovel snow with my hands in front of my front and rear tires. I got back in the car and tried to move forward. No luck. I got out again and realized that a tree root was caught in my right front wheel. I wasn’t going anywhere. A little more panic set in. I could feel the discomfort in my chest grow. My brain wanted to think about how stupid I had been to get in this situation. But then my brain went back to 2012 and Ironman St. George, where I was stuck in a reservoir with 50 mph winds and 5 foot swells. I had swallowed water and my calf had cramped. That was actually a more dangerous situation. I knew that panic was not going to get me out of here. I looked at my watch and realized it was 1:30 pm. I knew that I was approximately 15 miles from the main highway. It was up and down, but I was an ironman, I could do this in my sleep. It didn’t help that my right glute and left low back had been tight recently, but so what? I put on my running shoes, a lightweight jacket and took my one bottle of water. I set off down the run at an easy run. While downhill running has it’s advantages, it’s also hard on the quads. I got to the base of the climb, where a few cabins were, but there were no people there. I kept going, figuring that I’d gone about 5-6 miles already. I kept checking my cell phone and my apple watch and tried calling 911, but to no avail. There was no coverage. I walked some of the steeper climbs, noticed some signs warning of bears, and occasionally asked myself how I’d gotten myself into this. Each time that happened, I remembered St. George and my coaches mantra of staying in the moment. Reliving how I’d gotten myself into this wasn’t going to help me. I had to put one foot in front of the other and move forward. I’d occasionally come upon some snow and ice patches and was very careful. Slipping and falling might lead to being stranded in the middle of the forest with nightfall approaching. Not a good thing. I figured that I was about 9 miles into my run/walk when I saw a car approaching ahead. I immediately began waving my arms and a guy in a pick up truck with a dog slowed down and stopped. He had on a baseball cap and had the look of someone who lived in the forest off the grid. A chainsaw was on the floor of the front seat. The first thing he said was “GPS.” He told me that this happened to people all the time, and that no one had done anything to fix the problem. He was also a little irritated, as it turned out that he’d just come from a lawyer dealing with someone trying to evict him from the land he was living on. He also told me that he’d helped countless people and few of them, if any, were appreciative. I told him that he’d lucked out. I wasn’t that kind of person. Also, I knew some of the best lawyers in the country, and that I would forever be in his debt if he helped me. He relaxed as he drove to his home in the forest, back in the direction that I’d just come from. He had to get home to call his attorney about the matter they’d been working on. Could I wait before going to see about getting my car unstuck? Of course?
During our drive, he told me of the 80 year old who’d been stranded, the couple with two kids, the guy who got frost bite on two fingers. I was not the first person to follow their GPS to nowhere. And, it was nowhere. If I’d even managed to keep going from where I got stuck, the conditions would have only gotten worse! We got to his home in the forest and he fired up his generator so that I could hook up to the internet. I guess he didn’t live totally off the grid. There was no cell coverage anywhere along the road. My son-in-law had texted me that we should think of going to the snow with my grandson. Little did he know. I texted a few people so that they would know where I was and that I was safe. I didn’t let my family know, as I didn’t want them to worry until I was safely back on the road. I used an incredible outdoor latrine with a view of a creek. Soon we were driving up the mountain to my car. I once again asked myself, how in the heck did I keep going? Why didn’t I turn around? I guess it’s that single-mindedness. However, that same single-mindedness saved my life. I asked him about the bears, he said that they don’t bother people. On the other hand, he said, the mountain lions are a different story. Yikes!
As we got close to my car, his pickup struggled to stay steady on the road. He put it in a lower gear and we got to my car. His chain-saw came in handy as the car was stuck on the tree root. I shoveled in front of the tires and then a ways up and down the road to form a path. So, a 90 minute hilly run and some snow shoveling, a pretty solid workout for the day! I was able to get my car moving forward and then put it in reverse to back down the road about 100 yards and out of the snow! I thanked my new friend for saving my life and headed back to the highway. As I drove to Eureka, I began to realize how close I came to any number of bad outcomes. Again, I put those thoughts out of my head and kept my focus on staying positive. Hopefully, I can maintain my single minded focus on the things that matter the most!
Monday, August 28, 2017
I rarely write a race report for a pure running race, but this one was epic. I had done Ironman Santa Rosa four weeks ago and decided to use that fitness to do a 50K trail race. I’ve done the Bulldog 25K three times before, and had done the reverse course as a 50K about 4 years ago in a driving rainstorm (more of a muddy slog than a running race). I was planning to use this race as training for a 50 mile trail race in October (more on the later). As usual, or so it seems lately, life dealt me a series of challenges over the last couple weeks, but it didn’t really matter because i was recovering from Ironman Santa Rosa (and Boulder prior to that), and really never did much running in the intervening 4 weeks. Still, I felt good coming into this race and got a good night’s sleep the night before, actually too good! I had earplugs in and slept through my alarm! I literally had to get up and immediately drive to the race, forgoing my usual morning routine, which always includes some cleansing of my colon (no one ever talks about that, but all of us athletes know the importance of this usual bodily function). I got to the race with some time to spare, but never really completed this part of my pre-race routine. There were no port-a-potties on the course, so managing my nutrition just got a little more critical. I decided to stick purely to liquid for the race.
I had my new Nathan vest with two bottles in it, which I had pre-filled with 100 cal of Tailwind Nutrition each. I had also frozen them overnight and they were providing some good cooling at the beginning of the race. I had also filled a plastic bottle with Tailwind and planned to carry it for awhile. This extra bottle ultimately carried a good deal of importance. The race started and I just set out at a comfortable pace. The first mile is flat and I found myself running it right about 9 minute pace. The next mile included a hill, which I walked. I had set out to walk all of the climbs on the first loop of the course, and I was going to be disciplined. The third mile had a good deal of rocky singletrack, which I took carefully, no need to trip and fall early in this race. I passed the MASH set (yes, that’s where this course runs by) and got to the first aid station feeling good. I had drank my plastic bottle full of Tailwind, saving the Nathan bottles for the climb. I took in some extra water and gatorade at this stop and immediately headed up the infamous Bulldog climb.
I read an article yesterday about the Bulldog climb. By my garmin, it’s 3.2 miles with 1750 feet of climbing. The author of the article stated that GPS in inaccurate on this climb, so I’ll choose to believe him in order to enhance the epic nature of the day. Perhaps the climb is as long as 3.5 miles and has up to 2000 feet of climbing. The temperatures were already in the mid 70’s by the time we hit the climb. The average incline is 10-11%, with pitches up to 20%, the worst of which occur towards the top of the climb. I power walked the whole way, except for short stretches where it flattened out, which I ran, and my pace was ~16-17 minutes/mile, which is pretty close to what I’ve done up this climb in the past. I did the climb, according to strava, in 53 minutes, slower than my fastest time running the climb all out by about 10 minutes. Not bad, however, considering that I had a full 50K to do.
When you reach the top of Bulldog, there is about a mile downhill on a fire road. The rains this past winter has made most of these roads rocky and the footing was not easy. With my propensity to trip and fall, I was careful, a pattern I’d follow all day, which kept me safe, but also slowed me down. I arrived at the second aid station, and had drank my plastic bottle of fluids, as well as one of the Nathan bottles. The rest of the loop is not downhill by any means, in fact, it seems like there are more and more climbs. The first climb is on rocks and is up and down, which requires care not to slip. I continued to walk the uphill sections and run the flats and downhills. Once the course came to the longest, and steepest, downhill section, I felt good, but needed to be cautious due to the amount of rocks on the trail. Next is a technical single track section, which required great care
Once I got to the bottom it was time to cross a stream. From previous experience, and a recommendation from my coach, I’d learned to just splash through rather than try to walk on the rocks. My feet would dry out. After hitting the last aid station, there was the last remaining climb. I continued to feel fine throughout this first loop, By the time I came to the start again, my watch read right around 3 hours. This was about 20 minutes slower than previous years of doing only the 25K, and I still felt good and was ready for the second loop!
By the time I hit the first aid station at the bottom of the Bulldog climb, I still felt well, but I was about to make my first major mistake of the day. I grabbed some coke, filled my water bottles, but threw out my extra bottle. This was a huge mistake. I felt fine the first half of the climb, but the temperatures had risen above 90 degrees on the fully exposed trail and I realized that I’d started slowing down. I also had run out of fluids. My HR was skyrocketing and my 16 minute per mile pace had risen by 3-5 minutes/mile. I knew that I had to get to the top so that I could make the one mile run down to the aid station, which I ultimately did. When I got to the aid station I took my time, sat down, drank a few glasses of fluid and got myself some recovery time. Thank goodness for my ironman training and experience. The extra time was not wasted, although the remainder of my run took a lot of concentration and was definitely slower than the first time. With that said, I still ran all of the downhills and the flats and walked the remaining climbs.
When I got to the last mile, I looked back and there were two runners about 100 yards behind me. I didn’t know the age of the man, but wondered if he might be in my age group. I kept running, stopping to walk briefly every so often to briefly recover. The distance between me and the runners behind me kept getting closer and closer, and with about 100 yards to go I could feel him about 10 yards behind. I gave it everything I had, and managed to finish 4 seconds ahead of him, and yes, he was in my age group. So, I kept my 6th place age group finish, having once again left it all out on the race course.
My first loop was done in about 3 hours and a few minutes and my second loop took about 40-45 minute longer. The Bulldog climb was a good 12 minutes longer, and my aid station stops were easily 10 minutes longer. I definitely was slower the remainder of the loop, but have to say that I’m pretty happy with how I did, considering the tough conditions out on the course.
I love this course, the race is an incredible challenge, and I must say that I expect to do the 50K again in the future! Of note, it’s two full days later and my quads are reminding me that I gave this race everything I had!
Sunday, July 30, 2017
I did not expect that my legacy qualifying 12th Ironman would end up being my least enjoyable IronMan ever. But there were reasons. It probably begin four weeks before the race with my decision to take a five day business trip to Israel. Well, the trip itself probably had no impact on my preparation, but the impact on my body was probably greater than I had given credence to. The whole idea of tapering is to reduce stress and not just physical stress to the body but the physiological and emotional stress. I definitely did not do this in the weeks prior to IronMan Santa Rosa. There were a number of life stresses that also contributed. With that said my training is been great up to IronMan Boulder, which was seven weeks before Iron Man Santa Rosa. I even got in a really solid week of training the week before my trip to Israel. I also fell and tweaked my left ribcage, which caused me some consternation and kept me from running the ladt 3 weeks. I was starting to feel pretty good a week before the race and then on the Monday prior to the race my wife came down with a cold, so trying to dodge a bullet I left one day early. On Wednesday I drove to Santa Rosa and registered. I was beginning to feel the greater effects of the cold, but interestingly being in IronMan village and registering made me feel a little better. I got back to my hotel and began what was going to be the next 2 1/2 days pretty much laying in bed watching television and taking it easy. Additionally I had my liquid wellness formula which I was taking every few hours which is an herbal supplement and some zinc lozenges which I was also taking. I did go out on my bike on Thursday for about 15 minutes. My legs felt good but I quickly cut my ride short and went back to my room when I realized that I wasn't feeling that great. My nose was running and my throat still felt a little scratchy. I also took some other "extreme" measures including avoiding politics on television and the Internet which these days I find somewhat stressful. By Friday I was feeling a little better and was trying to maintain a positive attitude which I had hoped would be helpful. On Thursday night I went to sleep at around 9 o'clock trying to get my body ready for an early bedtime on Friday and on Friday night I went to bed at seven and slept pretty well until my alarm woke me at 2:30 in the morning. I had my now typical morning breakfast of avocado and olive oil and a sweet potato and began drinking some coconut water. My nose was a little stuffed but not bad and I was actually feeling fairly good. The problem with the cold is you might wake up feeling a little better in the morning but as the day goes on you start feeling worse. I have noticed this the last few days. When I went outside to my car to drive to the buses I realized it was kind of chilly and I had not brought a jacket of any sort, thinking that it would be relatively warm because of the recent weather. This of lack of planning is a little unusual for me especially as I had driven to the race and could've brought anything along with me. I realized I would just have to make sure I spent some time in the change tent where it would be a little warmer. I took the bus which was about 45 minute ride just trying to rest and relax on the way to the venue. When I got to the course venue I went and checked my bike which was fine put my nutrition on my bike and in my bike and made sure I put my car key on my bike as well so I have a way of getting home after the race and went to the change that. The water temperature had been gradually rising all week and it had actually broken the threshold of 76.1° the day before but clearly the organizers of this race had concluded that they wanted everyone wearing wetsuits so they somehow managed to find a place in the water that was 76.1° and thus this was a wetsuit legal race. Part of me was disappointed as I had brought my swimskin and I wasn't all that worried about not being able to wear a wetsuit especially since I've been struggling with some ribs issues for the weeks leading up to the race and I'm never sure how my chest feels with a wetsuit on. On the other hand I knew that being cold was not a good thing with the cold I was fighting and was happy to be able to put on my wetsuit as quickly as possible to keep me warm prior to the race. That is what I did and I got my wetsuit on and then made my way down to the start area and seeded myself relatively close to the front and before I knew it it was time to get in the water. The water did not feel cold which is not surprising and I actually felt pretty good as I took my first strokes I actually felt very solid during my swim. I felt my form was good. I felt I stayed on a good line, I did feel a little bit of the cold every so often in my head. With that said again the time went by pretty quickly and I actually felt like I had had a solid swim. A couple of notes on the swim. It was not the easiest swim to draft on based on the turbidity of the water. I did finally get to use my skill in making turns at the turn bouy's which I had rarely used in previous IronMan. So before I knew it I was out of the water, thinking I'd had a decent time only to find ultimately that this was my slowest IronMan swimming ever at one hour 26 minutes, of note I have not been in the water very much prior to this race because my pool was being re-plastered, no I have definitely gotten some solid work on my VASA swim trainer which may have helped me feel like I was swimming strong but it may have been somewhat wasted effort if my form was not dialed in. Historically I have gotten by my swims with good form and I do have to wonder if that may be slipping a little bit. Certainly something to work out and work on going forward. The transition was a fairly hard one in the sense that it was a quarter mile uphill slog to T1 which I walked strongly and calmly and with purpose. There were wetsuit strippers about halfway up that I had my wetsuit off and I made a quick change in the changing tent, putting on my bike shoes (they did not allow shoes to be on the bike and I found out why when I got to start), and put on my glasses and my helmet. I decided to wear my regular glasses because my new helmet has a tinted visor which ultimately was a very good choice. I grabbed my bike and and walked it to the mount line where I realized that as soon as I mounted my bike we had a very short uphill climb. This is the reason not to have shoes on the bike in advance, it was also a reason I should've had my gearing a little lower as I had been expecting an immediate descent. I ended up having to just manage to go up a short climb in a little bit too high gear although I did not push it and just used it as an opportunity to stretch my legs a little further. Before I knew it I was on the first major descent and quickly realized that I still had a cold. This was going to be sort of the defining theme of at least the first part of my race. I realized early on that from the neck up I wasn't really feeling good and I tried not to fight myself a little bit in the first 30 miles or so with those negative thoughts which is part of the reason I said this race was the least enjoyable of all IronMan's. I also realized quickly on the descent that my heart rate was over 160. Even not pedaling wasn't really getting my HR down very quickly and my heart rate stayed above 150 for the first hour and a half I had a decision to make and that was whether to be a slave to my heart rate or to listen to how my legs felt my legs actually felt pretty good. So I chose to listen to my legs and assumed my heart rate was 10 to 15 beats higher than it should be due to my cold I just went with that. The other thing that I noticed was it was still a little chilly out that wasn't helping the way I felt. Ironically, I began to look forward to it warming up, which turned out to be insightful. By the time it warmed up a little later in the bike ride any symptoms of my cold had no longer become noticeable. The first half of this bike ride is where the vast majority of the hills are any climbing wise. Honestly I never felt like there were any sustained climbs and there were a lot of rollers which I began to strategize on and felt like I handled it very effectively bringing speed into them and trying to pick up speed right at the crest of the hill and bring it to the next downhill. I traded places back-and-forth with a number of riders as I often do losing some speed on some of the uphills and gaining it again on the down hills and flats. I did take great pains to try to modulate my effort so as not to Spike my heart rate but still had trouble keeping my heart rate much lower than 145 which was supposed to be my goal heart rate in the latter half of the bike. It didn't take much for my heart rate to Spike about 150 as well of note when I looked at my data the night after the race I found my normalized power was very consistent from the beginning to the end of the bike portion of the race at 160 W. I definitely did go up higher at times to attack some hills but also use the descents for recovery purposes. Occasionally I took the opportunity to enjoy the scenery, but by and large this bike ride was about finishing the bike. With that said my legs felt good and I never really struggled much on the bike or ever felt like I couldn't wait to get off on except for a few moments later in the ride that I will come too. My nutrition plan went great. I had brought a red potato with olive oil and salt which I finished the first hour and I brought a total of 1400 cal of Tailwind nutrition which I had finished just around four hours into the bike ride. From there I had two bottles or partial bottles of Gatorade endurance and supplemented with water. When I hit town at around 60 miles the course flattened out and it was 2 1/2 loops around Santa Rosa most of which were pretty flat again with some rollers and one freeway overpass that we hit twice and I decided to attack it hard to get to the top and then just Coast the other side which served me pretty well. when I got to the 90 mile mark after passing through the bike finish area for the second time I was still feeling pretty solid. I never really felt like I couldn't wait to get off the bike also by this time my left knee had been feeling a little soreness. I've had this intermittently and had had my bikefit adjusted last year and haven't had a problem since. It never really was much of a problem it was just more of an annoyance something to take note of. The first loop went great, I did feel like my second loop was a little harder and around mile 100 I decided to back off just a little in my effort in order to feel a little better coming off the bike. By the time I was nearing the end of the bike ride I wasn't feeling my cold anymore and felt I had done a good job of ignoring it. As I came to the bike dismount I got out of my shoes and put my feet on top of my pedals where I did a flying dismount and realized my legs were pretty dead. I wasn't really worried as I knew my legs would come around. I have to admit I was a little more concerned about the impact of my heart rate on how I would do but pretty much The only thing that kept me from averaging 20 miles an hour on this course were the hills in the first half. My normalized power was 160 which I believe is one of my better bike efforts and was pretty close to what are I hoped it would be. Over the years my transitions have continued to improve and this was no exception I got into the change tent, wiped my feet off putting Vaseline on them put my socks on and my shoes on my hat on and my fuel belt and was out of the tent and onto the run. My legs were a little heavy but I just settled into a run pace that was comfortable and looked at my watch and I was probably hovering between 930 pace and 10 minute pace and just endeavored to get out and move forward running and finding a comfortable rhythm and pace. I stopped at the first aid station and had a banana and some orange and some Gatorade and my stomach felt good which was unusual for me and was encouraging. I made sure to maintain my hydration and continue dto make my way out on the three loop course. a good portion of the course was on packed dirt and gravel which actually made that much easier on the legs there was also a fair amount of shade on the course and the temperature never went above 85 it was still a little warm. I managed pretty well through the first loop and the first half of the first loop is mostly a slight downhill along the creek and then the second half of the loop is obviously a little uphill along the creek and I did notice my pace slowing down on the uphill portion to over 10 minute pace and a little closer to 11 minute pace I was a little concerned that I was falling down but realized that also may have been the grade. I continued to drink water and Gatorade and put ice on myself. I started out on the second loop and I began to realize that I was probably going to have some issues. I thought I was just starting to feel the effects of the day and I realized that if I pushed too hard it could really have a significant effect on the latter half of my run and so I began to take walking breaks. I have to admit that I was feeling somewhat lousy at this point and begin focusing on the fact that I just needed to finish to get my legacy spot and that became my focus. However, in the back of my head I knew that if I was smart, stayed hydrated got a little rest and recovery I could reevaluate on the last loop. One of the nice things about struggling during IronMan is it does give me the opportunity to walk and to meet people which I did and talk to a number of folks. By the time I was walking on my second loop there were folks starting their first loop who were a little stronger and actually helped me at times to get back going again. I tried not to walk for sustained distances and use the walking to regain my energy. I also noticed as I started the second loop I felt my pulse and it was racing. I'd taken my heart rate monitor off at the end of the bike which is probably a good thing but I imagine during that first loop my heart rate was pretty high. At around mile 15 I went to an aide station was trying to decide what to drink and realized it was finally time to drink Coke. So I started Coke and made sure I put ice in it which made it even better and I started to think about the last loop with the mindset that when I started the third loop I would try to get back to running and use walking breakd strategically when I need it. At about mile 21 or so I started mixing Coke with Redbull and was really doing a better job of doing mostly running with occasional short walking breaks. I managed to keep my pace close to 11 minute mile pace through this. With three miles to go my left quad began tightening (maybe because of the left knee), but it never went into a full spasm. I knew that at the final turn around there's a turn to the finish what I didn't realize was how long of a distance it was after that turn. I thought it was pretty short and so when I hit that mark I was determined to run and it turned out it was about half a mile or so, the last half-mile I ran and it certainly set me up to feel pretty well spent at the end. I went down the finishing shoot imploring the crowd to cheer and when I got to the finish line I put up my hands with 10 plus two fingers for my 12 Ironman's and my legacy spot. I was surprised to find my parents in the finish greeting and have my mother put on my finishing metal. My parents had done the VIP program and they allowed them to come in for this moment. So, I've done 12 Ironman's in eight years. I will go to Kona (when, is related to the waitlist, making 2 to 3 years most likely). In the meantime, I keep learning about life and my body and what I'm capable of through the ironman experience.
Tuesday, June 13, 2017
Ironman Boulder would be my 11th Ironman, all since I turned 50, and now I'm almost 58 (already 58 in triathlon years). One more after this and I'll get a Legacy spot in Kona. I'm signed up for Santa Rosa in just 7 weeks. I did come to Boulder a week in advance to acclimate to the altitude and was feeling pretty good prior to race day.
I woke up with my alarm at 2:40 am, having slept pretty well since just after 7am. I had awakened around 12:30 and and eaten my avocado/bell pepper/olive oil and salt mix. I ate a sweet potato, and drank some water with electrolytes. I felt good and ready for my day. Arriving at the reservoir on the first bus there was no pressure and I felt very relaxed, go my tires pumped up and used the port-a-potty one last time. No issues. Got my wetsuit on and made my way to the starting corral early, where I sat down for a little while. The only think I noticed all morning was that my voice was a little hoarse for some reason, but I felt good, ready and loose. I seeded myself towards the front and we made our way down to the water. They had the swim start set up so that only one person at a time actually went through the gate at the end, which made the water entry quite easy and not stressful at all. This allowed me to immediately get on the buoy line, where I literally stayed the entire race. As best as I can tell from my garmin distance, I did a decent job of not weaving from the line. The water was perfect, 68 degrees and I felt comfortable in my wetsuit. Finding feet in the Boulder reservoir was impossible, for me, not being able to see much even a foot in front. I didn’t want to stress on this, so I just focused on a strong regular stroke. I felt good, in fact, felt like I was moving very comfortably, not too easy, not too hard. Only got hit a few times the entire swim, and then, nothing significant. Never swallowed water as well! There are two turns on the swim course, and after the first turn I did notice the water getting choppy. Considering what were probably 10 mph winds on the bike, this was probably when the winds came up. Since the pros started more than 15 minutes before the age groupers, that may be why their swim times were more normal. They were almost finished when the winds came up. Nevertheless, I just shortened my stroke a little and kept moving forward. I made the second turn and headed back to the swim finish, again, comfortably with a solid stroke. Every so often I would kick hard to move my legs and keep the blood flowing so I’d feel good when I got upright. I came out of the swim, unzipped my wetsuit and made my way to the wetsuit strippers.
Swim time-1:20:16, Overall-519, Gender-428, AG-27, from an AG placement perspective, this is pretty close to where I normally am, with the exception of Chattanooga, where I seem to do much better (perhaps because there’s no wetsuit and I have good form, and I’ve been able to draft, and find the current). Still, the top two guys swam 9-10 minutes faster. Any efforts to improve speed still need to focus on the bike and run:)
T1: I had a little trouble getting my left arm out of my wetsuit, costing me several seconds, but then after my suit was stripped, I got my bag, went my favorite bench on the way to the changing tent, took off my goggles and swim cap, put on my glasses, headband and helmet, put my wetsuit in the bag, and grabbed my aero cycling gloves. Jogged with my bag through the changing tent, handed the bag to a volunteer and went to the sunscreen folks, who applied sunscreen while I put on my gloves (realized prior to the race that this was the best time to put on my gloves, which takes a little focus). I jogged to my bike, got it off the rack and jogged to the start. I had put my shoes on my bike, saving time in transition and keeping me from jogging in my tri bike shoes. Got on the bike easily, right foot in and left foot on top of the shoe and went through the start.
T1 Time-5:22, First two guys in age group took 5:12 and 6:10…my T1 work has paid off, no time lost here!
As I rode from the start, I put my left foot in my shoe and dialed both feet in, on my way! I took the short, steep hill just out of the Rez comfortably, my HR was right around 140 as I began, but I just relaxed and allowed it to come down to ~135 as I made my way up the false flat that defines the first segment of this bike course. My bike ride was pretty simple. My legs never felt good for some reason. I rode right at my HR of 135, rarely going up to about 140-142 when I pushed up climbs or short hills. I stayed measured on all of the climbs, and in fact, as the bike ride went on, I felt a little better going up Nelson each time. My bike splits were incredibly consistent for the entire race. In fact, if anything, I went little faster during the 3rd loop, especially as I got more comfortable with the downhill sections and allowed my speed to go up a little higher. The feeling in my legs never got worse. If I had to describe it, I’d say that my legs were sluggish and felt a little uncomfortable, but that feeling never got worse. While the bike never felt hard, I would say that I probably felt a little tired of being on my bike towards the end. Mentally, I used my meditation techniques to stay focused and relaxed. People passed me going uphill and I caught and passed them going downhill and on the flats, same as usual.
My nutrition was good, but if there’s any area that I need to consider in relation to what happened to me on the run, this is probably it. I brought 1300 cal of Tailwind with me and drank all of it. I probably also took in 200 cal of gatorade towards the end. I took two packets of almond butter (200 cal) during the first hour. I took about 8 MAP tablets throughout the latter half of the bike. I drank water regularly, but not too much.
I also feel like I did a really good job staying aero for most of the bike, occasionally sitting up to stretch when going uphill with a tailwind.
I didn’t pee during the bike, but did so during T2. I got my feet out of my bike shoes as I turned the corner to the bike finish and did a “flying” dismount.
Bike time-6:12:17, Overall-434, Gender-370, AG-16, 11th fastest bike split in my AG
Of note, my bike split was 15 minutes slower than last year, but the fastest guys in my AG were 15-20 minutes slower than last year. Also, the course was long by about 2 miles, and it was hillier, having to go up the false flat and Nelson one more time; making my time very comparable to last year’s time in relation to my power output.
T2:It was good to be off the bike, and I jogged to the bike drop-off this year, handed off my bike, jogged to pick up my bag and jogged to the changing tent. I sat down and a nice volunteer helped me, though I didn’t need much help. I took off my helmet and headband, put on my cap, wiped down each foot with a towel with vaseline on it (I’d already put powder in my socks), put on my socks and shoes, grabbed my race belt and was off! Quick transition, one of my best. I stopped to pee (took less than a minute), not light, but not too dark (not dehydrated), stopped to fill up my water bottles and get a little more sunscreen and hug my friend Shelly.
The top guys in my age group took 4-5 minutes, so, I really only lost one minute peeing. Honestly, couldn’t have done this any faster, and it also showed consistency in my transition execution.
I got out on the run course and immediately tried to focus on going easy and keeping my pace down to 10 minute pace. I actually had trouble doing so! I wanted to run at 9 minute pace naturally, but by the end of the first mile (slight downhill) was honing in on the 10 minute pace. Of note, I felt really good! First of all, it felt great to be running rather than biking. My feet felt good and bouncy in my Hoka’s and I just felt comfortable. Unfortunately, that wasn’t to be for long. My first mile was 9:30 (HR 137) and I actually ran through the first aid station, grabbing some water and gatorade. I had 100 cal of Tailwind in my bottles and drank that within the first two miles. My second my was 9:57 (HR 141) and I made sure to walk through the aid station where I think I actually grabbed some coke and water and put ice down my suit. Mile 3 was 10:11, a slight uphill, and I was feeling relatively comfortable, my legs were ok in particular, but I began noticing that my low back was stiffening up on my. My HR had come up slightly to ~144, though I really wasn’t focused on that. I began doing my meditative breathing to keep myself from focusing on my back. Mile 4 was 10:07, a slight downhill and I continued my “comfortable” effort. I say “comfortable,” because my legs felt fine, but my back was definitely giving me problems. Still, I successfully “ignored” the pain/tightness, and just focused on my run. As I ran out to the outermost part of the course, I kept grabbing coke at the aid stations and putting ice down my top. Mile 5 9:59, Mile 6 10:04, Mile 7 10:16. And, now the climb back to the start/finish and the top of the canyon. Mile 8 10:49, Mile 9 11:23, Mile 10 10:39, Mile 11 11:32, Mile 12 11:34, Mile 13 10:04, Mile 14 10:55, Mile 15 10:33; my back was still bothering me, but I kept focused on meditating the pain “away.” There is no question that throughout this period my back was really bothering, but I also started feeling sick and feeling like the nutrition wasn’t getting absorbed around Mile 15-16; and I began to lengthen my walking break through the aid station. I had been drinking coke, but it now didn’t really seem to be right…always the interesting phenomenon during an ironman. You know what you want and what you can and can’t take. Nothing was really appealing to me at this point, and my pace started to slip a little over the next few miles, due to some additional walking, but not too much. Mile 16 11:45, Mile 17 11:22, Mile 18 11:59, Mile 19 12:40, now the wheels are beginning to slip, mile 20 12:58, Mile 21 14:33, and the wheels have come off. I realized that if I tried to run at this point that I would either throw up or pass out, or both. I also knew that I had Santa Rosa IM in 7 weeks. No need to wreck my next race, considering that I wasn’t looking at a podium here. Mile 22 14:28…at this point my Garmin battery read low and I stopped recording…I walked until the final turnaround just before Mile 25, after getting some “manna from heaven” around 24 miles, chicken broth! I actually felt good enough to run most of the last downhill mile, probably around 10 minute pace, stopping to walk a little before the final turn down the red carpet to the finish. I exhorted the crowd to make a lot of noise and stopped for a good picture at the finish line.
Run time-5:15:04, actually had the 9th fastest run in my AG, six guys went under 5 hours.
Final Time: 12:58:57, Overall-406, Gender-325, AG-10
If I’d been able to maintain my pace over the last 9-10 miles, I might have gained one place in my AG, not really worth the effort and the risk. I’m actually quite happy with my effort and my result. Now, I just need to recover and start training for #12, which I plan to give my all, despite the fact that it will qualify me for the Legacy program and a guaranteed trip to Kona!
On a side note, I’m recovering quickly. Just a little IT soreness and stiffness throughout my body, but no hot spots and no quad soreness. Not too bad for an ironman. In fact, 2 days later, in Washington, D.C., here for some meetings, I’ve already walked 5 miles (including my ritual visit to the Lincoln Memorial) today. Great recovery stuff!
Monday, May 8, 2017
Saint George and I have a very long history. In 2010 I completed my first Ironman there. At the time the run course was clearly one of the most challenging in Ironman history. Of course, for an Ironman it was two loops. I never forget getting to the base of the first major climb on the run course and realizing that there was no way that I was going to run up that hill or many of the hills. Interestingly in 2012, when the run course changed to be in the city with very little climbing, I ended up running my best Ironman run from a time perspective. Two years ago I decided to do the 70.3 and unfortunately as I put on my running shoes my low back went into a severe spasm, which clearly and quickly made it very easy to see that I was not going to run up any hills. That run became a huge slog, and in fact, I ultimately decided that that was the end of my St. George racing days. Fast-forward two years and finding myself in excellent running shape I decided a couple of months ago to take one more shot at the St. George run course. My goal from the very beginning was to run the run course and not walk. Two weeks before the race I had some spasming in my left low back which ultimately turned out to be related to some sacroiliac joint issues. The pain came and went as did the spasms, and as I got closer to race day I knew that I would be OK, albeit I would probably have some discomfort. This wasn't that new for me, as I've had similar situations prior to Ironman races, in particular Chattanooga in 2014 when I had one of my best Ironman races. I arrived in St. George two days before the race and registered. The day before the race my back was feeling reasonably well, but I suffered from some gastrointestinal distress. I'm not sure whether it was something I had eaten or whether I had a short term bug but suffice it to say my system was pretty well cleaned out, although it also felt a little raw. I was a little concerned as to how this would affect me nutritionally during the race, but I wasn't that concerned knowing that I would be sticking only to liquid nutrition and that my caloric needs were not as great as they used to be with my new lower carbohydrate diet. With that said on race morning I actually had the opposite problem, whereas normally I have no trouble getting cleaned out prior to starting the race, I was having difficulty on race morning. This led to a few trips to the Porta potty that were not successful but one last trip about a half an hour prior to the start of the race at least had me feeling like I would be OK. I had put on my new HUUB wetsuit, which I've been concerned was a little too tight. I made sure there were no tight spots on the wetsuit but I did notice that my shoulders were pulled a little bit forward in this new wetsuit. That said it was going to be what it was going to be and I'd already decided to swim easy, bike easy, run easy until it got hard, and that was my race plan. Before I knew it it was time to get in the water and as I swam to the starting point I felt reasonably comfortable in my new wetsuit. However, I did not feel like I could swim hard and feel comfortable. With that in mind as the gun sounded I just tried to get into a rhythm. And because of this discomfort, I realized I absolutely did not want to get in the mix of thrashing arms and generally try to stay clear of the masses. I believe that this ultimately led me to some zigzagging on the swim course, which my Garmin ultimately showed that I swim nearly 2200 yards. That probably is what accounted for a swim time at 41 minutes, easily the slowest swim time I've ever had for a half Ironman. With that said I did not use up any matches on this swim and felt fine coming out of the water. I quickly got to my bike, sat down to put on my helmet, I unracked my bike and got out of transition in a relatively quick time. I got on my bike and just started pedaling easily, looked down at my heart rate and I had one focus for my bike ride which was to keep my heart rate under 145. It was already a little windy by the time the bike started probably with winds around 10 miles an hour sometimes the winds were in front and sometimes the winds were behind. I endeavored to stay in my aero position as much as possible. I had forgotten how many climbs there were on this bike course The St. George 70.3 bike course does not really have rollers, it has climes and descents. Again, my goal was to stay very comfortable on the bike and to not burn any matches prior to the run. As is very common for me I did get passed by some people going uphill and rarely got passed going downhill. I did get passed by more cyclists on the flats than usual but once again I was trying not to expend excess energy. I had very little trouble staying in the moment during the bike on what is easily one of the most beautiful bike courses around. I never really felt tired while occasionally my quads felt a little burn but marginally so. I finally reached the snow canyon climb on which there might of been a tailwind but to which I just focused on spinning as I went up the climb and not pushing too hard, while staying comfortable. As I got to the top of the climb I changed to my large chain ring and dropped my chain. I actually ended up unclipping briefly while changing into my lower chain ring briefly and then back into the higher one and somehow managed to get the chain back on without having to get off my bike. Now it was time to do the final 10 miles back into St. George but it was also time for the winds to pick up to 20 to 30 miles an hour with Crosswinds making the descent much more challenging and much less relaxing. In fact I don't believe anyone passed me on the last 10 miles of the bike ride and I passed a number of people. That said I had to be careful in the Crosswinds and the headwinds clearly scrubbed some time that probably ended up leading to a slower bike time than I had expected. Of note I came out of the water 41st in my age group and my bike time was the 43rd fastest time in the age group. So, I came off the bike probably around 40th or so in my age group. I did a flying dismount and as I started walking with my bike into transition I noticed that my back felt a little stiff, so I did try to run a little bit to the bike rack just loosen up. I racked my bike sat down put on my socks and my shoes my hat and my race belt and ran out of transition, realizing that I left on my Aero gloves on my hands. I briefly thought about turning around and leaving them but that didn't make any sense so I realized that I would just run with them on, which actually turned out to be a good idea. As soon as I got out of the transition I saw some Porta potty's and realize that I had a full bladder, So I stopped. This took at least a minute, perhaps a little longer, which added to my runtime for my 1st mile. As I started to run my low back was feeling a little stiff, But fortunately there was no spasm of the sort that I had two years ago. I just endeavored to get into a consistent run form. I did not worry about running too hard and fast but to start running. The first 2 miles are very gradual uppill and my pace was close to 10 minute mile pace. I grabbed some water at the aide stations as well as some Gatorade some ice and a little bit of Coke as I walked through the aide stations very briefly. Mentally, I felt reasonably good physically I did feel somewhat tired but I found myself able to maintain a consistent run effort. When I hit the 8% climb I found myself able to run up the climb which I've never done in three previous attempts on this run course. That was clearly a confidence booster, and quickly became my pattern on the run course. The St. George run course is all up or down and the uphill never felt like a problem and the down hills were fine as well. Also, the 20 to 30 mile an hour winds continued during the run course sometimes at my back and sometimes in my face. I never let this bother me and occasionally tried, when possible, to get behind another runner in order to draft. Unfortunately this was very uncommon primarily because I was passing so many people running consistently. Turns out that I probably passed over 250 runners during the run part of the race. But heat started to pick up during the run and probably got to 90° although this never really either bothered me. I did put ice in my jersey at most aide stations and occasionally was able to put ice in my hands which actually was much easier with my aero gloves on, note to self for Ironman Boulder". My nutrition on the run course was primarily Coke and occasional Redbull and some water. I didn't worry about drinking too much as for a race of this length I wasn't overly concerned about me becoming too dehydrated. After 9 miles I even stopped walking at the aide stations and just ran the rest of the way my pace settling in at approximately 8:30 per mile pace. I was breathing hard and my heart rate probably rarely went above 150 or 155. Ironically I felt like I only had one gear that I was running in the entire time although I was very comfortable in that gear. I was never really able to pick it up more than that but I also never felt like I needed to drop down a notch at all either. My final run time was two hours and five minutes included my Porta potty stop and so my average running pace was under 9:30/mile. This turned out to be the 15th fastest run time in my age group. I ended up passing at least 15 people in my AG to finish 25th out of 117, and 750th overall out of 2000 people.
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Many have said not to sign up for an Ironman if I’m signed up. The inaugural IM St. George in 2010, water temperature was 52 degrees (http://wassdoc.blogspot.com/2010/05/st-george-ironman-race-report.html). IMStG in 2011, temperatures in the 90’s(http://wassdoc.blogspot.com/2011/05/ironman-st-george-race-report.html). The IM with the highest DNF rate of all time, the 2012 IM St. George with 5 foot swells and 40-50 mph wind gusts(http://wassdoc.blogspot.com/2012/05/2012-ironman-st-george-race-report.html). The inaugural IM Lake Tahoe, where I had to scrape ice off my bike in T1(http://wassdoc.blogspot.com/2013/09/to-achieve-good-time-or-to-have-good.html). IMLT in 2014, which was cancelled by local fires. I had to leave the country to find an ironman with no major issues, which was Ironman New Zealand in 2014(http://wassdoc.blogspot.com/2014/03/ironman-new-zealand-giving-it.html). Ironman Boulder just has to stand on it’s own as a challenging course at altitude(http://wassdoc.blogspot.com/2014/08/ironman-boulder-race-report.html, http://wassdoc.blogspot.com/2015/08/ironman-boulder-perseverence.html, http://wassdoc.blogspot.com/2016/08/ironman-boulder-2016-race-report.html). I was actually registered for IMCDA in 2015, but withdrew due to back issues, missing temperatures in the 100’s. IM Maryland, 2015, was postponed by a hurricane. With all of this in mind, Ironman Chattanooga in 2014 had near perfect weather conditions, so I figured it would be a good Ironman to do again(http://wassdoc.blogspot.com/2014/10/ironman-chattanooga-and-2014-ironman.html).
A few weeks prior to the race, the forecast was in the mid to low 80’s, but the temperature kept rising with each subsequent forecast. Who would know that Chattanooga would experience it’s hottest late September day in over eighty years? Who could have predicted that IM Chattanooga would experience the second highest DNF rate in Ironman history, second only to IMSTG 2012? Nevertheless, I did my best to prepare, keeping my hotel temperature at 78 degrees and making sure I was well hydrated going into the race. I also had given a lot of thought to my hydration plan and realized that this race was going to be primarily mental. I was right.
My mental preparation for the race began with making sure I was near the front of the line for the swim. The main reason was not to be stuck with a lot of bike traffic on the roads, which turned out to be a good decision. The current was not as fast as in 2014, but the river swim allowed me to find the feet of a faster swimmer and hold those feet for nearly the entire swim. I also focused on keeping a solid effort, not hard, but solid. While it’s hard to know exactly how my swim time compared to other races, my 1:00:37 swim time was 12th in my age group (out of 112 men) and 290th overall. I’ve never had a swim placement that high. I felt good coming out of the water and actually ran up the ramp to T1. For the first time ever in an ironman, I had my bike shoes on my bike in transition, so all I had to do was put on my sunglasses and helmet, grab my bike and get out of T1. This led to my fastest bike transition time ever, 4:55.
I was looking forward to the bike, as my 2014 IM Chattanooga bike split was my fastest bike split ever, despite a 116 mile course. I was very patient, not pushing too hard, but keeping a consistent and solid effort. I also took the opportunity to draft for twenty seconds most of the time that someone passed me, which is within the rules. I also focused primarily on nutrition and hydration, taking in more calories in the first few hours (nearly 1500 cal) than I have ever taken in, and pushing fluids throughout the bike. With that said, I actually pushed the fluids and nutrition to the point where my stomach couldn’t take in any more. While it was hot out, I felt pretty comfortable during the first loop of the bike. It was during the 2nd loop that I began noticing the heat. There were a few times that it felt like we were riding in a furnace. The heat of the ground was causing my feet to burn a little. Also, at about mile 70, my chain dropped, though I was able to get it back on while pedaling. The winds changed during the second loop and we had a headwind coming back. I did begin feeling like my energy level was a little lower than I would have liked, and reduced my drafting efforts. My chain also began making noise and I had to be careful with shifting. Somewhere after Mile 80, I did begin looking forward to getting off the bike and running, although my bike pace really didn’t drop off much. I also had some issues with my back during the bike, starting in the area of my right ribcage where I had popped a rib out of place a year and half earlier. I needed to reach back and push on the rib to adjust it several times. It was hot out there, with a high of 97 degrees and significant humidity. My bike split was only 17 minutes slower, which considering that temperatures were over 20 degrees higher than in 2014, was probably not a significant difference. I rode the first half of the course in 2:59 and the second half in 3:09, which included greater headwinds. It turns out that my bike was the 10th fastest in my age group, and 357th overall, also relatively unheard of territory. During the last 10 miles of the bike, my chain started making very loud, scary noises. I tried not shifting much, and I’m sure my chain issues had to have some impact on my second loop pace. I came into T2 and did a flying dismount for the first time ever in an ironman and jogged to get my transition bag. I have to say, jogging didn’t feel good, my back was definitely affected by the bike ride and the heat, but I chose to ignore this and keep jogging to the tent, where I quickly put vaseline on my feet, put on my socks and shoes, hat and quickly got out of transition. My T2 time was a quick 4:15, easily my fastest T2 ever. However, that was a mistake.
In trying to get out and running as quickly as possible, I neglected to put water in my two flasks, and I didn’t wet down my arm coolers, which I subsequently realized was needed for them to work effectively. I started out running, but when I hit the first hill, I realized that the hills were going to be tough. By the time I reached the first water station my mouth was as dry as sand paper and my arms were hot. I knew that I was on the dehydrated side, which was not a good way to start the marathon in 97 degree heat. I made a decision. I decided to focus for the next few miles on taking in electrolytes and fluid. I also began to place ice in my tri-suit and ultimately in my arm coolers. I began taking BASE salt as well. I mostly walked and jogged a little. My pace for the first 5 miles was around 13 minutes/mile. At the Mile 5 water station, I stopped at a porta-potty. The most important news was that I was able to pee. Mission accomplished. When I got to the Mile 6 marker, it hit me that I only had to do another 20 mile run, and so I began running, with the exception of hills, which I continued to walk up. I ran through the hills on the other side of the river and my pace over the next seven miles was right about 12 minutes/mile. My 1/2 marathon time was 2:44. Starting the second loop, I just tried to keep moving forward and running as much as possible. My pace dropped to 11 minutes/mile and when I hit the hills it did slow a bit. When I finally got to the Mile 24 marker, I had decided to run the last two miles as hard as I could, which was most likely around 10 minutes/mile. The second half marathon was done in 2:30. For the last two miles I pushed myself harder than I ever have for the last 2 miles of an ironman. I went into “grunting” mode, where I grunt with each breath. It was real. In many ways, my grunts were literally screams of pain, but I wasn’t going to give in on this day. My run time was 5:14:17, not even close to my fastest, but it was the 10th fastest run in my age group and 319th overall. This was a hard day. Everyone who did this race should be proud, no matter how far they got or how fast they went!
Final Time: 12:32:59
I was 47 minutes from 2nd/Kona slot (as I always say, I’m good enough to smell a Kona slot, but not good enough to taste one)
I was 12:30 from 5th/podium
I was 8 minutes from 6th in my age group.
Ironically, these were all similar placement numbers compared to Chattanooga in 2014.
Finally, I could have walked the run course, got another Ironman in the books on the way to 12 and the Legacy status that will get me to Kona. In the end, however, I have to give each race everything I have. Someone once asked me how I know if I had a good race. My answer is always the same. If I hit the finish line knowing I gave it everything I had.
Monday, August 8, 2016
I usually write out my race report prior to doing an Ironman, but this race was a little different. My plan was simple: swim easy, bike easy, run easy until it becomes hard. That’s exactly what I did, so unless you like the full details of racing an ironman, there is no need to read any further.
I have competed in Ironman Boulder in both 2014 and 2015 and knew one thing already. This is a deceptively difficult course. On paper, it doesn’t look that hard. The total elevation gain on the bike is only about 3500 feet, and the run appears pretty flat, although half of it is going down river and the other half is going up river. I think that the altitude definitely raises the ante, and I really felt it last year when, after just 2 miles of the run, the wheels came completely off. I realized that my newfound low carb, high fat, diet didn’t work well in an Ironman event at altitude. In fact, when I met with my coach just four days before the race and told him that I got lightheaded after a six mile run, he asked me if I’d be taking in simple sugars. From that day forward, I increased my carb intake and included simple sugars. My body didn’t like it (I actually get a burning/tingling sensation throughout my body), but it was necessary. I planned to take in as much carbs during the bike as possible. I also planned to hydrate well (by the way, if you don’t like reading about peeing on the bike, forget the rest of this post).
Race day arrived before I knew it and this year the swim was wetsuit legal. As I made my way down to the swim start (a rolling start), I walked by Mike Reilly, the “voice” of ironman, and made a quick decision to ask my friend Shelly, who was standing right there, to take a picture of us. A good omen. I entered the water and took a line right along the buoys on my left. I thought that I might have a greater crowd by doing this, but perhaps others steered away from this line because it never was crowded. Occasionally, someone would swim perpendicular to me (can’t figure that out), but in general it was pretty calm. I never got hit in the head, never swallowed any water and just swam easily and comfortably. I never pushed hard and just settled in to enjoy the swim. I came out of the water in 1:18:22, just about six minutes slower than my usual swim time, but I felt great walking up the ramp. I grabbed my bag and sat on the bench nearby (I hate the transition tents, especially the swim tent in the morning when my glassed tend to fog up). I put on my glasses, my headband and my helmet, then put on my aero gloves and my cycling shoes and that was it. I literally ran through the changing tent (where my glasses did fog up), got slathered with sunscreen, got my bike and walked/ran to the mounting area, which was up a short hill. I got on my bike and took off. T1 was 5:59, a very solid time, right in line with the top guys in my age group, and indicative of the fact that I wasted no time in transition.
From the get go, I planned to just ride comfortably and never push hard. This years race had the eastern out and back 20 mile segment at the beginning, rather than the end, which was nice as it has some long climbs. Lots of people passed me on the climbs, but I knew that I’d see them later, either on the bike or during the run. I also paid close attention to any time I was into a headwind that I stay in my aero position, with the exception of when I was going slow up a climb, when it was a good opportunity to sit up and stretch my back out.
The single most important part of my race plan was to take in carbs early on. I had 600 calories of Tailwind Nutrition between my aerobars and a couple of almond coconut butter packets as well. I finished all of that during the first two hours of the bike. After that it was the on course fluids, Gatorade, which I filled up my aerobat bottle with at each aid station, which meant that I was at least getting a couple of hundred calories an hour the rest of the way. I also took in a third almond coconut butter, some glucose tablets and several tablets of MAP (Master Amino Protein). My bike has a “bladder” which was filled with water, and I kept replenishing it. I started feeling like I needed to pee about 25 miles in, but couldn’t get relaxed enough for long enough, plus some of the downhills along I-36 were both fast and not that wide, requiring close attention to bike handling in case someone wanted to pass you. The one sad note of the day was that an athlete was killed straying outside the cones on the early part of that descent.
It probably wasn’t until mile 40 or so that I first was able to pee. It wasn't as easy as it was in practice, and I had to keep working on it and trying to relax and find the right terrain where I could coast and not lose much speed. I repeated the process a few more times and after washing myself off a couple of times at aid stations, decided that I’d hold my final time for the run transition port-a-potty. Of note, I took a fair amount of time trying to pee during various downhill sections when I could have been pedaling and getting some “free” speed. On the other hand, I never stopped for a “natural break.” I did stop at the special needs bag station, took my coconut water and chugged it down, so, a very brief stop to continue my hydration and calorie intake. Before I knew it I was onto the second loop of the bike and continuing to just pedal comfortably. In fact, any time that I found myself starting to push, I dialed it back. One thing of significant note was that my bike splits were almost completely the same throughout the race. Thus, no drop off in power during the bike. I also realized as I was coming into town at the end that I had never experience the bike “doldrums” that I have felt in every Ironman I’d previously done. However, as I dismounted my bike, I was glad, and finally felt a little tired from the 112 mile bike. My bike time was 5:56:54, my second fastest bike split ever and my fastest time on this course.
The one part about the Boulder Ironman course that I hate is walking from the bike dismount to the HS track to drop off my bike. Walking in bike shoes is just no fun (and after 112 miles riding, it would not be smart to try to run in them). I was thrilled to let go of my bike and quickly picked up my bag and made my way to the changing tent. Another quick and methodical change. Helmet off, headband off, cap on, gloves off, cycling shoes off, wiped off my feet with the gloves (note to self, remember to put a small towel in the T2 bag), vaseline (melted unfortunately, making it a little messy) on both feet, socks on, shoes on, hydration/race number belt on (got a new belt that allows me to have two flasks and my race number, and out of the tent. First a not so quick stop at the port-a-potty which took at least 2 minutes (seriously!). I had clearly hydrated well, or perhaps too well. Filled one of my flasks with water, hugged Shelly, and started the run. Time in transition 8:23, which was outstanding, considering the trek to the changing tent and my port-a-potty break.
As soon as the run started, I kind of knew that I was feeling good, but not great. Mentally, I put myself in a great mood, but also remembered (thanks to Shelly’s reminder) to keep it easy. I just settled into breathing every 6th step and just get into a relaxed and comfortable running pace. My friend Rudy found me at around Mile 1 and subsequently told me that I looked good. For the first six miles I just kept plugging away with a comfortable effort, which turned out to be just under 10 minute/mile pace. I walked briefly at each aid station, taking in primarily gatorade and water. I originally had planned to increase my effort at mile 6, but realized that it was already happening on it’s own when I got there. The next six miles were uphill and my pace was just over 10 minute/mile. Heading up the canyon, I realized that this year I had only walked briefly at the aid stations. As Rudy pointed out, I was running up any hills or inclines that I came to, a significant change from last year. Heading to the top of the canyon, I did increase my effort and my breathing, so that on the way back down, I realized that my body was beginning to feel the effects of the race. I continued to try to maintain my pace, but it probably dropped slightly at this point to just over 10 minute/mile pace. I continued to take in gatorade as well, which in retrospect, might have ultimately been a mistake.
Around Mile 17, my breathing changed noticeably. To keep my present pace, I began breathing harder, and even resorted to my signature “grunting” breathing pattern, breathing every 3rd or 4th step with an audible grunt (often worrying those around me when they see this old guy with white hair grunting with each breath). By the time I hit Mile 20, I knew that something wasn’t right. As I tried to push just to keep my pace going, I felt nauseated and lightheaded, so I decided to walk for awhile, and started drinking coke. My coach says that in retrospect, I probably could have switched to coke around Mile 15.
When I started the run I was in 17th place in my age group. During the run, I had passed several people in my age group and a bunch of people in younger age groups. When I started slowing at Mile 20, I realized that it was unlikely that any of those people, most of whom were walking, were going to pass me back. Still, I was determined to run as much as I could. I let my body dictate what I could do, but did walk all of the steeper inclines, and some of the others. If it was flat, or downhill, however, I ran. I can definitely say that easy had become hard, and hard had become very hard. The crazy thing was that despite the difficulties, I never had a negative thought during the run. In fact, I never had a negative thought during the entire race. This was a first for me! The final miles felt a little longer, but and my pace on the uphill sections were around 13 minutes/mile. Fortunately, the last mile of the course is downhill, and I was able to get closer to my 10 minute/mile pace for this portion of the race. As I neared the finish line and heard Mike Reilly saying, “Michael Wasserman, from Woodland Hills, California, You Are An Ironman,” I sped up briefly, didn’t have the wherewithal to make any gesture for the photo as I crossed the finish line, and was done. Literally, and figuratively. After getting my medal and having my timing chip taken from me, I bent over, with my hands on my knees. I didn’t want to move. Oh yes, my run time was 4:50:20, not as fast as I wanted to run, but my fasted time on this course in three tries.
My friends Rudy and Shelly, and our cousin (on my wife’s side) Kara and her boyfriend Alex (who had been volunteering at the run special needs station), escorted me to the food area, where I laid on the ground for close to 45 minutes. I didn’t feel like eating anything, though did manage a few potato chips and and orange slice, and took in some water and a little coke. I have never felt this bad (except maybe at the 2012 St. George Ironman) after a race. While I was laying there, Rudy looked at his phone for the results and told me that I’d gone from 17th in my age group coming off the bike to 6th in my division at the end! I’ve never been in the top 10 in my age group in an ironman, so this definitely lifted my spirits! It turns out that I also went from 520th overall to 352nd overall during the run as well. There were 53 people in my age group and 1490 people doing the race. I actually had the 4th fastest run time in my age group and only one of the six times under 5 hours in my age group for the run.
One final note. As I was finishing the run, my thoughts actually went to my next Ironman, which is Ironman Chattanooga in 7 weeks. The reason, not the usual, “why do I do this?”, but instead, I was looking forward to racing at low altitude. I realized that the altitude finally got to me around Mile 20 of the run. That won’t happen at Chattanooga!