Go Fast 24 Hours of Erock - Race Report

Well this was my first 2 person race.  It was also my first 24 hour race.  And most importantly it was my wife's first race ever.  Yes she jumped into the deep end of the pool for this one.  We arrived at the race site around 3PM for the 6:30PM start time after both having worked a half day, yes this looked to be a hot one at around 90 degrees.  We quickly went about setting up the tent and I realized I needed one thing for my bike so drove home (nice to race 20 minutes from home).  I got back quickly and we had about an hour to go.

So the race works like this.  Any number of people from 1 up to 8 can enter as a team.  Teams can be male/female/coed.  Dana and I would operate as a 2 person coed team.  Each person must complete at least one lap.  A lap is 8.3 miles or so with about 565 feet of climbing.  Dana and I decided to alternate at the start with me going first since the start has about a 500 yard run with your bike.

At 6:30 I was lined up and ready to go.  I took off on my first lap with the run and finished it in about 38 minutes.    Pretty close to on target.  Our initial goal was to get around 240 miles.  The thinking was optimally I could do 140 and Dana could do 100.  But 2 weeks after TTT was too close for my legs and it became apparent early that I would not meet my goal, but my second goal was to at least go over 100 miles on my mountain bike.  After my lap I started to eat and get ready for lap two.  Dana finished way faster than I expected in about 42 minutes.  I quickly ran over to start our 3rd lap.  We did another alternating lap each and then at midnight started doing doubles through the dark so the other could rest.  Mistake one was not trying out our lights before hand.  Dana had some trouble with hers.  My front brakes busted on my first lap at night.  I was able to fix them with zip ties.

The thing about a 24 hour race is you can't really rest when there are only 2 of you with no crew.  We were always prepping food or bottles or something.  Plus you are kind of jacked the whole time so it's hard to sleep.  Dana had some stomach issues in the middle night with cramps etc.  I did fall asleep waiting which was good.  Around 4:30AM while I was finishing a double I could see the sunlight beginning to peak over the horizon.  Pretty cool.  Dana got to watch the full sunrise while I tried to nap again.  The middle of the night was quite difficult to stay motivated but once the sun started pounding us I wished it was night again.

As the day wore on our spirits wilted in the sunlight.  Around 1:30PM we started to meltdown.  We recovered after taking a brief brake and sort of walking it off.  We committed to getting at least 12 laps each. So that was finished and we had 199.6 miles or something.  So I decided to do one more lap to put myself over 100 and us over 200.  I was struggling with some issues downtown, with all that sitting in hot, sweaty sandy bike shorts.  Anyway we finished with 25 total laps and 208 miles.  Dana did awesome.  I was very proud of and happy for her.  It was a heck of an experience.  The after party at the race was quite enjoyable too, with Wahoo Fish Tacos and Avery Beer Company.

We beat one 3 person coed team and 2 all male teams in the 2-3 person category and tied another.  There was only one other 2 person coed team who we ended up making friends with during the race.  They slugged out 29 laps.  Quite an endeavor.

Happy Training!

The American Triple T - Race Report

Holy Cow!  First response, but I will digress to give you my race experience.  I flew out Thursday to see my sister and her family.  I awoke at 5am to catch my Chicago flight and final flight to Columbus.

I arrived around 3:30 and called Chelsea to let her know I arrived.  I spent the evening with my sister and brother in law Joe and my nephew and niece, Spencer and Schaeffer.  Wow incredible!  Dana and I are looking at kids in a few months.  But Chels and Joe are really in the thick of it and it is awesome.  We dropped Schaeffer off for soccer, then saw Spencer get recognized for his all A's report card, smart little dude,.  Then we went to baseball practice for Spencer.  Reminds me of T2, switch out and get ready to roll.  Then we headed back and helped Schaeffer with her history test, I hope my New England Patriots analogy helped.  Family dinner at 8pm, wow I eat at 8 after training.

I woke up in the morning and everyone had to roll.  I loaded up the car and headed out for Portsmouth, OH.
1.75 hours with some wrong turns and a Wendy's chicken sandwich (same sandwich as before my 1st Ironman in Couer d'Alene so seemed appropriate) but I made it.  I headed over to pick up my race packet.  Then on to the Comfort Inn, Wheelersburg, OH.  Check in was no hassle.

I go up to unpack and check out my race packet.  Apparently a SINGLET is a race top.  There were no bottoms.  WTF!  Oh man sick to my stomach as my first race is now about and hour and a half away.  So singlet to my uber tri friends Scott and Barb means a top.  To me, my wife and Chris (former MSU wrestler turned triathlete) a singlet means a one piece uni (uni means you are good to go).  I brought no bike shorts.  The problem was when I packed, the race rules said MUST WEAR SINGLET AT ALL TIME OR YOU WILL BE DISQUALIFIED.  Ugh!!!

I wanted to go home but I tried to find bike shorts.  I called 2 sports stores but no love.  So then to Walmart Super Store.  This was backcountry.  I asked for bike shorts and the first dude looked at like me like I had 3 eyes.  Do we have bike shorts?  Um I don't know let's ask bobby?  Bobby we got bike shorts?  Um I don't know let's ask Billy. Wow.  So my panic says find shorts or race the first triathlon in running shorts which means no pad for on the bike, ouch.  The first race is so short this would be manageable. But for the weekend, I need to drive to Chilicothe or worse Columbus.   I had emailed my mental support Barb and she said hopefully there would be a race expo.   No race expo but there was a dude in a van with some stands set up.  Oh, jackpot I bought a pair of 50 dollar shorts, but that dude probably could have got close to 200, 100 easy.

 Race 1:  ready to roll, 250 yard swim, 5 mile bike ride and 1 mile run.  Before the race I met my friend Ben, who told me about this crazy weekend.  Swim was in this disgusting muddy water, given all the floods in southern Ohio recently.  The whole weekend was like this, swimming in a mud puddle and happy I had a recent Tetnus shot.  I finished race one in around 29 minutes.  I didn't bother with nutrition during the race, given the length.  Back to the hotel I decided to order pizza for take out.  I got enough for Saturday night as well.  Off to bed.  BLARING SIREN at 4am, well before my alarm, tornado warnings.  I went back to sleep.

Race 2, 1500 meter (1 mile) swim, bike 25.2 and run 6.5.  Before the race I recognize Joe, from Facebook who knows the aforementioned Chris from Chicago.  We chatted briefly, and he was still deciding whether to gut it out with his injured soldier (side note he did, and did well).  The weather was still cooler but starting to warm up.  I got out of the swim in around 31 minutes.  Hopped on my bike and begin to learn what the hills of the TTT were all about.  Wow, crazy long grinding hills.  My bike took about and a half, around 16 mph.  I've averaged 20mph for 2 different half Ironmans (56 miles) in Colorado if that hints at the grueling nature of these hills.  I was a little bummed but realized there was a lot to go.  Later my GPS would show close to 2,000 feet of climbing.  I hopped of the bike and begin my run on a rocky muddy trail through the woods, which was also, wait for, friggin hilly.  GPS showed this close to 1,500 feet.  I ran around an 8:15 per mile pace, so I felt pretty good, getting done in about 3 hours.  Fuel for this race was a mixture of Heed, Cran-Grape Juice, EFS Gel, and Hammer Gel.

I drove back to the hotel to prep and rest for race 3.  I had some coffee, some fruit and some Ultragen recovery drink.  Got my same fuels prepped and headed back to the race.

Race 3.  Same as race 2 but this will be bike, swim and run.  I am faster in my events but slower in transition.  Putting a wetsuit on after a bike is ridiculously hard even with plastic bags over your feet.  Swim was seriously scary, leg cramps left me sort of swimming with my legs forced straight to try and uncramp my hamstrings.  I make it out of the water and headed up to T2 to get ready to run.  I hammer the run at 8:04 pace and finish about 1 minute slower than Race 2.

Back at the hotel I finish my pizza, nicely microwaved.  I barely sleep the last night.  Oh well.  The alarm goes off at 4:45 (that's 2:45 to me being in Colorado).

Race 4, Half Ironman 1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike and 13.2 mile run.  I've done 4 halves and 1 full.  So the half iron started out fine and I have reasonable expectations.  No way.   6,000 feet of climbing or there bouts.  Ironman California - 2800, Ironman 70.3 distance Harvest Moon - 2300 feet.  Oh my god, first race I thought about bailing.  Primarily because I thought I would miss my flight home.  So I decided I would miss my flight and finish the best I could.  I got out of the swim in about 36 minutes.  Transition is uneventful.  On the bike I realize I am missing a water bottle, ugh need to conserve and the temperature is rising.  It would get to be 85 degrees with 80% humidity.

First lap of the bike registers 28.5 miles so seems long (lots of distances this weekend seemed inaccurate).  It takes me over 1:50 this is not going well, the hills are killer and the downhills have switchbacks u-turn style that kill your speed.  2nd lap I get more water and fuel and have further fuel issues as the humidity builds and my other fuel bottle splits open.  Oh well, keep grinding.  About another 1:45 for lap 2, slow as my first FULL Ironman speed-wise.  I hop off for T2 and the run.  My legs are beat.  I start out the run and struggle on the hills.  First 3.25 miles I am pushing on my thighs to go up hills and hitting a 10 minute mile pace, wow I haven't run this slow in awhile.  Legs aren't working and I am wondering why I am doing this, it's so hot and muggy.  Finally I start to get some turnover and push myself.  I bring my average for the whole half marathon down to 9:14 pace and crack the 2 hour mark.  Not too bad, I'll hang my hat on the effort.  3 days, 4 tris, 140+ miles and 15,000+ feet of climbing.  My official time was 13:00:14.

The best part of TTT is the camaraderie.  You are in the same transition area all weekend based on your best half IM time.  So you see all your neighbors running back and forth during the races and setting up and breaking down their areas afterward.  Also the way the run course is set up I got to see my friends Ben and Joe multiple times through the weekend and exchange words of encouragement or fist bumps.  Very cool setup.

I rush through the finish and say bye to Joe and his crew as I now have to run and break down my bike and quickly pack.  I grab a shower and head for the 1:45 drive to the airport.  I arrive 30 minutes before departure.  Crap I figure I am stuck.  But Southwest late checks my bags not promising they will be on my flight and let's me board.  YEAH!  We get to Chicago for my transfer to Denver.  I grab a slice of pizza and inhale it then snag a sandwich for my backpack and go to board my last flight.  I quickly fall asleep.  Wake up eat my sandwich and we get back to Denver.  Happily all my bags and bike arrive.  You rock Southwest!  Great experience overall, crazy hard.

Happy Training!

Fruita Fat Tire Mountain Bike Festival

So the annual bash in Fruita took place April 29 through May 2.  Events like these have always been on the back burner for me.  Partially it's been confidence...am I really a mountain biker or similarly am I really a triathlete?  It's quite silly given the accepting, encouraging nature of both groups, but anxiety is illogical.  We often fear things and underestimate our abilities.  Bottom line my wife really wanted to go and since she is gracious enough to entertain my Ironman endeavors, I try to return the favor where ever possible.

We headed up for the 4 hour drive to Fruita, Thursday evening after work.  I received a Domino's email for 2 medium 2 toppings for 5.99 each.  So I tried the online ordering system, very slick Java implementation and easy to order for a 5:35 pickup time at 12 noon.  We ate the pizzas on the road, 2 thin crusts that were quite tasty.  Not our typical diet but very fulfilling for a drive.  The drive was peaceful and uneventful, though weather was expected around Vail Pass.  Thankfully our weather was sunny.

We arrived at my cousin Brad's just before 10pm, happily before we kept him up to late.  We chatted briefly and all got headed off to bed.  Brad offered us breakfast at 6 if we were willing to get up, but we smiled and said we'd go for sleep instead.  I slept like a rock and we woke up around 9:30am Friday.  Brad and his wife Brenda have a beautiful house that they designed and built with minimal assistance.  It is built like a fort, I never heard a sound the whole time we were there.  We sat at the counter and ate some fruit and a couple biscuits from Brad's early morning feast.  How cool is it that he cooks breakfast for anybody and everybody each and every morning?  I don't mean cereal and toast, I mean real American style, old school on the farm, breakfasts that will fuel Ironman training or long days of mountain biking.  His reputation is of the stellar, irrepressible host.  He is and so much more.  We felt welcome and comfortable every moment.

We chatted with Brad for a bit while we mapped the days plan.  He has the enviable luxury of working a real, paying job from home.  We got all our bike gear on and headed out with the bikes firmly mounted on the 4-runner.  Downtown Fruita is about 10 minutes from our abode.  We quickly found a close parking spot, thankful to be there for the first full day Friday.  It was unremarkably, uncrowded.  We headed over and it really appeared to be still setting up.  We decided to get some food.  Yes we just ate but not much.  We split a pulled pork sandwich, an italian sausage and a pulled pork platter.  Wow, this after pizza.  If this were fiction, I would be foreshadowing my liberal eating for the bulk of the weekend.

After eating we began to walk around.  Dana quickly determined that all bikes were free to try out.  She asked me if I wanted to partake and I quickly obliged.  This was a shock to both of us.  I am logistically inflexible for the most part.  I hate headaches.  Thank Brad's uncle, my Grandpa Don for that.  But I thought heck free, I am down let's try some fancy bikes.  I got a Titus Rockstar 29'er (big 29 inch wheels) and Dana got a Santa Cruz Blur.

We headed to the Kokapelli Trail for our first day out and rode Mary's Loop, Horse Thief, Steve's Cutoff and the short part of Steve's Loop.  The 29'er took a little getting used to and some oomph to get over the big wheel inertia.  Wow that thing rolled over stuff like a giant.  My chops are definitely better on a mountain bike than ever before.  I definitely don't lack confidence anymore.  It's amazing what an Ironman and a handful of half IMs can do for both your confidence and ability to endure.  Dana loved her Santa Cruz.

After we wrapped up our ride we went out to dinner with Brad and Brenda at Naggy McGees (yes Naggy not Maggy).  Awesome new restaurant in  Grand Junction.  Generous portion sizes, a little fusion with India (curry added to some traditional Irish dishes), and just right ambiance.  We shared our food and great conversation.  I learned my grandfather was in Time magazine in the 70s for figuring out away to crystallize steel to eliminate weak points (totally bastardized that but for me and the other laymen out there you get the idea).  Funny, he is so humble still in his 70s and living the American Dream.  After dinner we headed to a local brew pub that had some Dark Walnut Stout (I think if memory serves me).  Delicious.  After one of those it was time to head home, watch the Nuggets get eliminated and head to bed.

Saturday, I woke up at 8:30 with no alarm.  I headed downstairs and Brad was raring to go on the stove.  Omelettes and pancakes for the rise and shine day.  Incredible!  He could give Naggy a run for her money.  We got showered and headed over to the Festival.  This time we decided on aggressive downhill rides.  I got a Kona Stinky, 30 pounder I am guessing (that's heavy for the non-bikers out there).  Dana got a Pivot with similar aggressive build though it was not as heavy but had a lot of travel and no lockout.  We headed to area 18 to ride.  In general huge mistake on bike choice.  They were brutal on the uphill.  Most folks were getting rides to the top and then just downhilling it.  I have become a bit of a purist in that sense.  You need to ride up it to ride down it.  We gutted it out.  Dana took a doosy of a spill and her big gear snagged some ankle meat.  But we got back to the car and she found some antiseptic and said she could cleanup and continue.  STUD!  I love her!  So we grinded out some more essentially strength training workouts on these bikes.  I will say that I could not find anything big enough to jump off or ride over that my bike would notice.  Silky smooth.

After a solid day of riding we headed back to Brad's.  We grabbed some Guinness and Corona for the cookout he planned.  I decided to bang out a 7 mile run when we got back to stay on top of my training.  Brad grilled some perfect pork chops with a salad and baked beans.  My cleanest meal of the trip with unbreaded, nicely seasoned pork.  I did have a few chocolate chip cookies afterwards while we watched Old Guys.  Surprisingly funny movie, though I had a ton of endorphins with my long ride and run.  Early to bed again.

Sunday we woke up at 8:30 again.  Brad had us set to go with biscuits, eggs, gravy and bacon.  I tell you, maybe B and B for his retirement life???  I will have to suggest.  We decided today to ride our own bikes.  My wife says better the devil you know.  But we headed back to Kokapelli and headed out straight from Mary's Loop to the big part of Steve's Loop.  Wow spectacular scenery.  And our bikes were spot on.  I keep the shifting dialed in like butter.  That is the one thing a shop never gets right so I am happy to have basically a bike shop in my garage.

We enjoyed the ride and headed back to Brad and Brenda's to clean up.  We quickly showered, grabbed our stuff and made our way out of their hair.  A little trying time on the drive back, with a 20 car pileup near Vail Pass, but we were home within an hour of our projected time.  To summarize, we got it just under 10 hours of mountain biking.  I threw in an hour of running.  Brad and Brenda are awesome hosts!!!  Fruita is world class for mountain biking.  The opportunity to test ride bikes for free is unreal.  See you in 2011!

Happy Training!

Why train with a power meter?

In the interest of full disclosure I will note I only have a power meter on my trainer.  It is very expensive and/or inconvenient to have an on board power meter.  This is soon to change.  The company I am waiting for is Brim Brothers who will place the power meter in the cleat of your shoe.  This will be bike independent.  They seem to be the most honest in terms of projecting their delivery date.  Assuming they are reasonable on their price, my money will soon follow.

Now to the point, why train with a power meter?  The easiest place to start with this question is actually running. If I run up a hill one day and on a flat surface another day, these are two very different workouts.  Trainingpeaks refers to this as Normalized Graded Pace and is expected to be available on their web interface (as opposed to their WKO+ software).  Now you might conclude off the cuff, that this is not too much difference.  But at the end of the day, for a triathlete.  In particular we are not simply swimmers or bikers or runners, but a hybrid of the 3.  Lots of little differences add up to big issues.  Are you training hard enough?  Are you training too hard?

At the end of the day we are looking to push our cumulative training load up to the edge and a little past, then back off.  For biking we can use power output.  For running NGP, which uses GPS data to determine workoad.  Ideally for running we could capture wind resistance too, which would give us close to power output.  But with a power meter on the bike and GPS on the run we get pretty darn close to your work effort each workout and the cumulative build up over time.

Now some folks who race faster than me and might even be smarter argue only for heart rate training.  But in the same vein as above many things change heart rate.  The  biggest  immediate factors are diet 24 hours before, temperature the day of and sleep.  So you could finish a workout and say wow I did great, my heart rate was X.  But reality is that you did very little work because your heart rate was elevated from cookies last night and 6 hours of sleep with 80 degrees and humid conditions.

This is not to dismiss heart rate.  It is actually extremely important, but it is one of only several important aspects of determining proper training load.  Thinking of triangulating cell phone positions we need three data points.  For training it makes the most sense to have power, heart rate and perceived exertion.  If we can replace perceived exertion with something less arbitrary we will reach the holy grail.  It might look like power, heart rate and some factor taking into account air temperature, blood pressure, wind resistance and breath rate.  This would require science a bit a past where we are today but is well within reach.

Happy Training!

Ironman California 70.3 Race Report

The well laid plans of mice and men…not.  So I signed up for this race and made it a B priority for 2010.  Then I decided from a periodicity standpoint that it would work better as an A  race to gear up now and then have a long base build period for the big boy, Ironman Lake Placid.  This was a risky strategy particularly for bike training since I would be dependent on the Colorado weather, which was the worst I’ve seen in our 3 years here.  Lots of snow and cold down in Denver Metro.  This meant lots of time on the trainer.   Anyway everything in my prep and taper went well.  I felt strong.

We arrived in San Diego on Thursday March 25 and got the bike and luggage and headed to the rental car.  All was relatively smooth, and no the rumor that Southwest flies bikes for free is not true, 50 bucks each way, which is cheap and respectable relative to some of the price gougers out there.  And the rest of your luggage is indeed free of charge.  We drove up 45 minutes to Oceanside, in about an hour with some traffic.  It seemed like there were a lot of chain restaurants on the web and once we checked into the hotel, the girl at check in confirmed our best bet were chains.  So we had some Mimi’s Café for dinner, salad for Thursday.  Friday we did Macaroni Grill with a build your own pasta.  The chain restaurants were made up for with a Trader Joe’s where we stopped for supplies, including coffee and filters for the tiny coffee maker in the room.  I went caffeine free for 3 days leading up to the race but no Starbucks would be open at 4:45am for my wakeup on Saturday.  But this plan fit the bill and will be utilized going forward.

Saturday morning, up and at ‘em at 4:45am.  I slept great actually, a solid 7 hours.  I felt great and the coffee was gooood and worked it’s digestive magic (yes you know what I mean).  I ate 2 bananas and a cliff protein bar at 5 giving me 2 hours before my race start.  We packed up the car and headed over to the race start.

We arrived to the parking area no problem, topped off the tires and headed by bike to the transition area.  Dana took a shuttle bus.  The swim to bike transition had a quarter mile run in the wetsuit.  Then you quarter mile coast into it off the bike to the run and still have a solid 300 yards or so back out the start so reallllly long transitions.  There were tons of race waves (3 for my age group alone).

Swim 1.2 miles – 40 minutes

The swim is cool.  An out and back and my first deep water start.  Also my first salt water swim.  Hard to site into the sun on the way back in though.  I puked after about a mile in the water.  Dana read some funny stories about triathletes swimming through the puke of their fellow racers on slowtwitch.  I wonder if anyone swam through mine, haha.   I wasn’t really sure what that all meant but I knew I should hit my spare water bottle in transition.  I ran through transition with my legs feeling a little wobbly.  Got situated and downed the water.  I was a little bummed I was slow but I figured no biggie, 35 minutes would be good 33 optimum, but plenty of time to make up 5 minutes.

T1 – 5:42 minutes

It was long, 2 minutes probably just running around.  I was wobbly and tried to get the puke and salt taste out of my mouth.  

Bike 56 miles – 3:00 hours

So the first half of the bike is pretty easy in terms of hills, but this is where I knew there was a problem.  My riding on Friday had me sailing up slight inclines at 21 mph with no discernable effort.  I was struggling to keep over 18 mph and my rpe was through the roof.  It just felt like nothing was working.  I was getting depressed and couldn’t figure it out.  Then it dawned on me I was sucking down water and not needing to pee at all which is uncommon for me on the bike if I drink too much fluid.  I realized that the puke was all salt water and I was dehydrated so I just kept downing water and not sure how the race would turn out.  About mile 40 I started feeling better but I knew at that point even a PR would be tough.  Because even feeling better your bike legs are tired and there isn’t much room to go.  The course is beautiful, but windy, hilly and humid.  I saw people walking up some hills.  I used my triple on 2 hills.  It is the first time I was ever scared of being blown over on the bike.

T2 – 3:08 minutes

Long again but feeling less wobbly at this point and my head is feeling better, now I’m sort of just mad.  I decide I will go for broke on the run.

Run 1 hour 44 minutes – 7:56 min/mile pace

So I rolled out of T2 not sure where my total time was but thought maybe I can eke out a PR but I planned to run till it hurt and just keep going.  It did hurt.  So seawater over ingestion works like this.  First response, puke.  Lots of folks end up pulled out of the water and day over.  Dana says I should be happy just to finish.  Next step, your body sucks water out of your bloodstream and muscles to neutralize your stomach, thereby dehydrating everything else.  RPE increases but performance rapidly declines.  Your muscles don’t fire.  That’s what the first 40 miles of the bike felt like, just like your riding through really thick fog.  Once you start to rehydrate you can feel the bloating which feels like cramps.  I did feel that and thought I was cramping on the run.  I did pee a tiny bit at a rest stop which helped a little.  I just kept running and every time I looked at lap or avg pace I was seeing 7 handles so I just said keep pounding this out at least get a 7 handle pace and call it a day.  The run course is awesome, two out and backs, jammed with crowds cheering.  Music blaring definitely keeps you fired up.  I strolled across the line and saw 1:44, happy with that but spent.  The run saved my day, but it was tough.

I had some pizza and water in the tent.  Started to feel the full effects of that bloating.  Decided time to get moving.  Well run race except transitions are too long and getting back to parking was a pain.  Some lessons learned, March is early for a race if you live in Colorado.  Never underestimate humidity, wind and hills on the bike.  A trainer won’t prep you for that.  Lots can go wrong in a race.  We are fortunate to do each and every race.  I appreciate all the more finishing my first full Ironman last year.  Goals for future race...Goal 1: Have Fun, Goal 2: Finish, Goal 3: PR.  Anyway IMCA70.3 served its purpose.  I finished in the top 3^rd overall and the top half of my age group.

We met my buddy Scott and his family (Trish, Cassie and Nick) for dinner Saturday night down in San Diego at World Famous Seafood. That was great.  On Sunday our friend Gary showed us around San Diego.  We got to check out Coronado Island and the Navy Seal training grounds.  Very cool stuff.  Had a nice open air lunch at a Greek restaurant.  All in all a nice vacation.

Happy Training.

St. Patty's Day 5k - Race Report

I signed up for this short Saturday race on Wednesday.  It fit perfect with my schedule as I needed to do a 5k in preparation for my Ironman California 70.3 training.  Wednesday was 70 degrees and sunny, Thursday too.  But alas that fairy tale ended Friday.  That morning it started snowing and continued through the day.  In the afternoon it picked up steam, enough so that my 7 mile commute from work took an hour.  It continued on into the night and when all was said and done, we had about 12 inches of fresh pow pow on the ground.  Unfortunately I was running not skiing.  The website said we run no matter what the weather.  I read some and went to bed.

Saturday 3/20/2010

I woke up around 7:30 for the 9am race and saw the frozen tundra out my window.  The thermometer near the window said 20.  Yowch!  I decided to dress warm and wear heavier trail shoes.  2 goals for this little race, don't get sick and don't get hurt!  1 week out from an A race to kick off the tri-season = be cautious.  So I wore some underarmour compression gear and a fleece, hat and gloves.  Breakfast was a protein and berries shake, followed with some good coffee.

I drove over to the race and my car said 14 degrees, ugh.  Anyway I arrived around 8:40, parking was a breeze.  I ran up and grabbed my registration packet, fumbled to pin on my number and ran the bag back to the car.  Saw my buddy Scott in the midst of this, no real time or desire to chat in the cold.  It was FREEZING, so I jumped in the car and started it up again and warmed my hands.   I headed back to the race and waited for about 5 minutes for the gun.

Off we went.  My shoes felt heavy, the fleece felt heavier and it was cold to breather.  I sort of figured something below 22 minutes would be achievable.  Alas the whole race was on icy pavement and I decided to simply go conservative and enjoy the sunshine on my face.  I slipped twice but didn't fall or sprain anything and finished in 23:36 good enough for a PR (I don't run 5ks much, haha) and 23rd overall out of about 250 people, so it was acceptable for my purposes.  Saw Scott again afterward and did a quick cool down walk / run.  Then I made the executive decision to head home before I felt cold.  I figured once I felt cold I'd be sick.  Good race, I finished up the day with a time trial on the trainer bike and tried out my new wetsuit in the pool.

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Defining Consistency

Einstein said insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting things to change (paraphrased).  Einstein was not a triathlete.  We effectively aim to follow a path repeating ourselves in an aim to make changes in the name of progress.  A key concept in training is consistency.  But what is consistency?


Googling "consistency definition" results in:

• the property of holding together and retaining its shape; "wool has more body than rayon"; "when the dough has enough consistency it is ready to ...
• a harmonious uniformity or agreement among things or parts
• logical coherence and accordance with the facts; "a rambling argument that lacked any consistency"
• (logic) an attribute of a logical system that is so constituted that none of the propositions deducible from the axioms contradict one another 

Doesn't help much in training.  The second bullet is probably closest to what we aim for in training.  I think it makes more sense to consider the scientific definitions of accuracy and precision.  Accuracy: the quality of being near to the true value, i.e. the closer to the bullseye on a dart board the more accurate you are.  Precision: the quality of being reproducible in amount or performance, i.e. the closer your three darts are to one another the more precise you are.  So in triathlon training, I would consider consistency to be training and nutrition that is both accurate and precise in terms of pointing you in the direction of your goals.

I include nutrition above because endurance athletes are notorious for training extremely hard and then eating whatever they like since they burned so many calories.  They're not getting fat so what's the problem?  The problem is the goal isn't to "not get fat" but rather "to get faster or go longer."  So if your nutrition isn't helping you reach your goal, then it is not consistent.

Training is similar.  The common fault of too much time at threshold is an example of being precise but not accurate and thus from training perspective being inconsistent.  So look at your training, are you getting the gut wrenchingly tough workouts in with intervals and tempo work as well as the mental grind of long, slow zone 1 endurance training?  If so, you will improve and are consistent.  If not, why not?  Are you focused the majority of the time on the task at hand and getting all you can out of it?  Are you getting enough sleep?

This leads me to the most interesting aspect.  This stuff is NOT rocket science.  But the old Buddhist saying goes, "A finger pointing to the moon is not the moon."  Simply put knowing what consistency is does not make you consistent.  Being consistent is up you.  Intellectual honesty about all aspects of your training, nutrition, recovery, etc. will tell you whether you are consistent.  Find the spots that are lagging and get to work.

Happy training!