IMUSA - Race Report - The Run

While for both IMs I haven't been able to find volunteers for T1s - I've been lucky enough to have amazing ones for T2s.

We started going through my bag - and I tried to just settle down and prepare for the run. Taking the bike shoe off my left foot was painful. I peeled off my sock and saw it - a very swollen and black toe.

I wasn't exactly stable before noticing this - and hearing the volunteer recommend I go to the medical tent made the tears that I'd been fighting, start to stream down my face. I remembered how Ironboy JW had finished an IM with a broken toe - and how crazy I thought that was.

Knowing that running is my weakest sport, I doubted my ability to complete a marathon with a broken toe - in addition to the weird hydration/nutrition issues that were going on. Having broken toes in the past, I knew there was nothing the medical tent could do. I tried to be grateful for not having broken a big toe. So I changed clothes and tied my sneakers, figuring I'd come this far and was going to continue for as long as I could.

Through the majority of T2, TRIgirl CD was in the tent with me. Even after a tough and painful bike, she was chipper and upbeat though she knew she'd be taking the run easy and walking most of it due to a much more serious injury than a broken toe. We hugged before she headed out - with me following soon after.

I was still a mess for awhile. I stopped at the porto-potty at the first aid station - hmmm, still nothing going on. I tried walking with TRIgirl CD but soon realized her walking pace was faster than I could handle. So I experiemented with run/walk combinations that might work. Early on, I ran into TRIgirl KB (finishing her first loop!) - who convinced me to take a Tylenol.

And after that, surprisingly, things fell into place for the rest of my race. I could jog the downhills and the flats - and walk the uphills to keep my toe from having to deal with the extra bend. While my nutrition was messed up - I forgot to even Gu for the first 4 miles - I took in whatever appealed to me at each aid station. Most of the time that consisted of water, cola and oranges. The sweat continued to pour out of me, even when the temperature cooled off as the sun began to set. I saw many fellow Richmond racers. When the timing worked out, I could spend a few minutes trekking along with some of them - TRIgirls KO, SK, CD, and Coach MB, Others, I'd see in passing during the loops - TRIgirls KB, AM, LM, SS, the Barricudas, Coach BB and TRIboy MR, Some I never saw - like the super speedy boys TVR, MC, AS and GM.

The Richmond cheerleaders had spread themselves across the miles in town. My husband, mom, dad, brother, sister-in-law and house neighbors were at the out and back of the end of each loop - so I was able to see, high five and hug them twice before starting loop two. I can't remember exactly who said what - but remember feeling supported and encouraged. Seeing Ironwoman Canada and the Real Deal on the stretch through town was motivating, too.

The second loop was more of the same, with the addition of some chicken broth. A few times I started to feel light headed - probably from being low on calories - and I tried to take in something at the next aid station to help me get through. I'd given up on Gus, though, so the calories were limited to oranges, gatorade and cola.

During the last six miles, I was relieved and happy that finishing seemed to be possible and I started to relax and smile more. Ironwoman Canada and the Real Deal were waiting on one of the tough climbs back into town - they helped me powerwalk up the hill. Hearing Ironwoman Canada tell me how proud she was of me - and that I was much tougher than she realized (also mentioning that she would remember this for future workouts) gave me the last shot of adrenlin I needed to try to follow her directions to walk the uphill, but push the downhill into the Olympic oval. My husband, family and housemates were once again on the out and back. They are the best sherpas ever.

I swear the last two miles felt like four, but finally I was entering the Olympic oval. The course only really included about half of it, but it was an amazing feeling to be on grounds that have seen some of the best athletes in the world.

I finally crossed the finish line. At 15:03:12.

My husband and family soon found me - and gave all kinds of sweet and wonderful congratulations. They made feel like a winner vs. a backpacker.

I watched some of the Richmond crew finish, squeezed in a massage and headed back home (and finally peed around 11:30). Sitting around our kitchen table, I caught up with the Barricudas and both our sherpa crews, icing my toe.

One of the longest and hardest triathlon days I'd ever experienced was done.

IMUSA - Race Report - The Bike

I found a wetsuit stripper quickly - and did a much better job peeling it off than previous races. The run to the women's tent was fairly long, but gave me time to hear the cheers of sherpa friends and family.

The tent was packed - and I roamed around just trying to find an empty chair, resigning myself to the fact that no volunteers would be available to help me. I tried to change quickly, asking other racers to help pull down my sports bra and shirt (next time I will try TRIgirl CD's suggestion of stepping into them!). My transition time was pretty slow - 11:25.

My bike was in a convenient location to the tent exit - and I was practically at it when a volunteer pulled it off the rack. I jogged it to the start. There was a slight downhill with a u-turn right after the mount line - and I could sense people behind me crazed to jump on their bikes, so I walked it out of way.

Once on my bike, I noticed the weather. A hazy sun was peeking through and it was quite humid. After riding past the haystack turn and through town, I drank some water and Carbo pro - and took two slightly dissolved salt tablets, hoping to ward off any more calf cramps.

Thanks to many practice training rides and drives, I knew the course well. Soon I was on the rude first climb. Remembering to take the first loop easy, I focused on spinning up the hill in an easy gear. Most of the people with me seemed to have heard that advice too, as I only saw a few people slamming the hill. After about 5-6 miles, I was at my favorite part of the course, the newly paved rolling downhills leading to the descent. I flew along this stretch, trying to psych myself for the downhill. Seeing the first "truck low gear" sign, I knew the steep downhill to Keene was starting.

I was really relieved that most bikers seemed to be considerate. I passed many racers - and was also passed by many. Feeling more confident, I took advantage of the "free speed" hitting over 42 miles per hour several times.

The left turn after the descent started my second favorite part of the course, the mostly flat roads to Upper Jay. I spun as fast as I could, feeling good about some more fairly free speed. TRIgirl AM passed me, telling me about the flat she got, losing a half hour as she carried her bike to an aid station. She is one tough and fast girl!

So far, my nutrition was going OK. I was drinking, eating some of a sports bar and jelly beans. No cramps - which was a relief.

Occasionally, I'd notice that the toe from the swim incident was hurting, but the hard soles of my bike shoes seemed to protect it.

Unfortunately, the flat stretch did not last as long as I would have liked. Making the turn toward Wilmington, once again, I geared down low and focused on my "la de da" spinning. At one point, I felt a push on my back, and wondered if I was hallucinating SuperAnnn and JenBo from Richmond, but it was TRIgirl SK, rocking the hills after a tough year of injuries. The Haselton turn around seemed to pop up fairly quickly - probably my third favorite section of the course. I saw many familiar faces cruising along on the out and back, enjoying the rolling hills and shady roads.

After Haselton came the 16ish miles of mostly uphill. My legs felt pretty good on the climbs and I continued spinning. But I did start really feeling the humidity - and was sweating profusely. I began drinking more - so much so that I did my first "grab and go" at the next few aid stations for more water. (I even filled my bottles on my bike).

I thought about breaking another barrier - peeing on my bike. But I didn't have to go. So I drank more and more, finishing the loop - and seeing Skirtboy and his friends on the last little uphill back into town.

My fabulous husband, family, hometown sherpas and Ironwoman Canada were perched right near special needs station. I pulled over waving to everyone between giving the volunteer a run for his money with my indecisive back and forth with my special needs bag. Deciding on a new Carbo pro bottle, small Snickers and half a sandwich, I clipped in to start the second loop.

If only my bike could have ended here...

Hot and thirsty, I forced the PBJ down - and drank more and more liquids. Passing an aid station, I figured I must need to go to the bathroom - though - nothing. Back on my bike, I started to wonder what was going on. I took two more salt tablets and drank some more. My stomach was starting to feel sloshy and bloated, but I was still sweating like a pig.

Hitting the descent the second time, there was a slight headwind, I hit over 40 mph a few times near the beginning, but it wasn't as easy. About halfway down, I saw volunteers standing in the middle of the road. Then I noticed the racer they were redirecting traffic around. He or she did not look good - and it sobered up most of the riders I was with, as we all seemed to finish the downhill a little more conservatively.

I was still feeling pretty good on the flat stretch . I ran into TRIgirls SK and CD and found out they had not only seen the fallen racer, but, in their awesomeness, had also stopped to help him. TRIgirl SK is a nurse - and the injured racer fell right in front of her.

Starting the climbs again, I really started to feel worse and worse. My legs were fine - taking the first loop easy had worked in that department. But my stomach felt woozy. I was constantly thirsty, grabbing water at every aid station, yet still no sign of needing to go to the bathroom. I hadn't taken any more salt tablets, thinking there was too much sodium in my system. I felt like if I ate anything, I would spew. The only things I could get down were SuperAnnn's magic Swedish fish and the Snickers.

My feet were going numb, especially the left one with the hurt toe. When I tried to squeeze my left toes, I would feel a sharp stab of pain. The realization I may have broken it started to sink in.
During the last ten miles, I couldn't wait to get off my bike.

Finally, after a long 7:35 on the dot (which was within the wide range I predicted, so time wise I was OK), I pulled up to the mount line, climbed over my bike and landed on feet stinging with numbness and pain.

I waddled into the transition tent, feeling the worst ever before starting a run.

And this one - was 26.2 hilly miles.

Two Landmark 80s this Weekend

Training is about to be kicked up a notch heading into September and October. This weekend saw two distance PRs.

It started Saturday, with an 80 mile bike ride led by Coach B and Ironman JW - through JW's picturesque and minimally traveled backroads (Route 14). After the last few long, lonely rides, I really appreciated the company of Coach G and TRIgirls KB, SS, SK, SQ, and DL. We hit two challenging, but reasonable, hills four times on the out and back, then out and back again. We also hit a great little country store for an icy snack. Then we were hit during the last 15 miles with a worsening, stressful crosswind that had me holding onto the handlebars for dear life - not a whole lot of aero position. The ride finished with a relaxing and recouperating dip in JW's gorgeous pool. Nutrition wasn't bad for the first 2/3 of the ride - but basically came to a halt when battling the wind. 4:35 riding time. 1000 - 1100 calories.

Swimming followed on Sunday. 2.5 miles makes for a great counting exercise as well - 80 laps! The pool water felt great and surprisingly the laps didn't grow as tedious as I'd anticipated. 1:35 minutes of swimming time.

Best part - I feel great today - the Guppy swim and short run actually seemed to help with finishing up the muscle recovery from the past two days. Keeping my fingers crossed to feel half this good with some of the other mega workouts coming up in the next few weeks.

The Best Thing Since...

A few weeks ago, I was sitting with the Guppies and Ironwoman Canada during a post-work out Einstein bagel breakfast. We were talking about (surprise) triathlons, races, race equipment, etc. At one point I said, "They should have an aero water bottle with two compartments - one for water and one for sports drinks." Ironwoman Canada said "They do." And Coach B said "I saw them at Eagleman."

So, a couple days later, I googled around to see if I could find such a wonderous contraption. Lo and behold, these two compartment bottles exist. So while my million dollar idea was already taken - and though the price seemed a little steep for a water bottle, I figured it would be worth it to double my readily available liquid - and free up my bottle rack (the sip away system uses the bottle in the bottle rack). Thereby, tripling the fluid I can carry.

Most of the reviews were positive - so I placed my order for the "Revolution Hydration System:"

http://www.podiumquest.com/drinksystem.php

After using it for three bike rides, including this Saturday's wonderful ride with TriDi, TRIgirl Patty and honorary TRIboys Richard and Kermitt (totally requiring major hydration given the ridiculous heat and humidity), I give the Revolution Hydration System a big thumbs up. Fairly simple to mount and remove. Excellent access to two types of fluids. Easy to refill during a ride. Minimal spillage.

Now, why didn't I think of that - like three years ago?

Surreal Bike World

This past Saturday, I took advantage of the cooler weather and hit the road for a long bike ride. The 68 miles I pedalled was a deviation from our training schedule, but with many TRIgirls competing in various races or on vacation, offered the opportunity to ride by myself - to gain some experience riding long - alone - and to focus on playing with my nutrition.

I have to say, riding by myself is helping to gradually boost my confidence - the clipping in and out, the unnerving proximity to macho trucks trailing boats, the heightened awareness of the surrounding environment. While all these factors make the rides more stressful - and tire me mentally - I am hoping they are also fostering skills that will eventually help me develop into a stronger cyclist. But I am also thrilled and relieved that next week's 75 miler will be led by Coach B and will include many TRIgirls!

Nutrition continues to be a struggle. From what I've heard and read, I should be aiming to consume 300 calories per hour during longer training sessions. Part of my problem this weekend was that I only packed half my snacks thinking I'd do two loops and make a pit stop at my car. Instead, I was feeling brave and ventured further than I intended to make one long out and back. Another part of the problem was that the shot bloks just started to taste too sickly sweet - so I didn't even finish what I'd stuffed into my Bento box. The final part of the problem was not even thinking of buying more food during a stop at a country store. Why? No idea - didn't even consider the option until I was driving home and practically smacked myself in the head when I realized I could have purchased food along with water and Gatorade. Doh. Overall, I probably took in about 500 of the 1200 calories I should have. Coach B and Ironwoman Canada have been on me about my training calories - I've really got to nail this down better over the next few weeks.

So, anyway, though I felt fine, I started to wonder if I was hallucinating as I finished up the last few miles. Something skinny and very tall was riding toward me. Wow, must be a giant bicyclist. As our paths crossed, I saw it was an unusual tandem bicycle, with the front rider on some type of double-decker construction. A couple of cyclists on regular road bikes followed behind and gave me a big sh** eating grin.

Interesting.

I chalked it up to a few friends goofing off until a few miles later when several more of these freaky tall contraptions rode by me. As I loaded Patriot Sangria onto my car, my eyes started blinking as I saw the other end of the spectrum - several full grown adults riding bicycles that looked too small for a five year old.

I later Googled to find these pictures of similar "tall bikes" but couldn't track down anything about the tiny bikes. And I still haven't been able to find out what kind of out of the ordinary bike event took place in Richmond last weekend.

Then I chuckled to myself picturing what it would be like to run into one of these bikes at triathlon. Throw on aerobars for maybe even an Ironman!

Making Peace with my Metabolism

I used to be one of those people who would skip breakfast because I believed that eating in the morning geared up my salivary glands to crave more food the rest of the day.

I used to be one of those people who could literally go from dinner the previous day to dinner the next day without a bite of food – barely a hunger pain in sight – to save calories for indulging in a special meal.

An incident this week pointed out that this Ironman training may be slowly changing my body’s natural responses for food – or maybe I am just listening to it a bit more carefully.

Tuesday was my husband’s and my anniversary. We went out to one of our favorite restaurants for dinner. I ate the entire tuna sashimi appetizer (yum) and about 2/3 of my steak with asparagus, mushrooms, etc. dinner. Throw in two glasses of wine – and I was quite content and full.

Wednesday morning, I woke up early for a swim lesson and decided a Gatorade would be sufficient nutrition given the big meal from the day before. After the lesson, I rushed home, quickly showered and dressed to squeeze in some work before leaving for a meeting on the other side of town. In the hustle and bustle, I forgot to eat. By the time I arrived at the meeting, a few hunger pangs started to hit. By the end of the three hour meeting, my stomach felt very empty and ravenous. Since another meeting was on my calendar, I decided to head straight back to the office, grabbing lunch from one of the street vendors. It was after 1:45 when I parked my car and found somewhere to eat. I was actually starting to feel a little weak and light-headed while waiting on line to order a fruit smoothie and a sandwich. As soon as they handed me the smoothie, I started to wolf it down.

It had been awhile since I had expected my body to go more than twelve hours overnight without food, but I still thought I wouldn’t have a problem going back to those habits if needed - until this week left me wondering if the past few months of healthier eating patterns may have actually changed my metabolism. Even if I am still not the person who needs to eat every three or four hours in order to not feel grumpy or sick, my body seems to have formed new expectations for being fed.

Probably a good thing.

Not A Diet, But...

Ironwoman Canada had the nerve to leave her guppies and masters students for a whole month to train in Colorado because she was preparing for one of her biggest races of the year - Ironman Lake Placid. Hmph. We plugged along without her on Monday mornings, but it was wonderful to see her again this week - during her brief hiatus home before she leaves for Lake Placid this weekend.

And, boy, is she lean and in top condition. She looks like she will be kickin' some butt on July 22nd.

Which motivated me a bit to take a look at my diet. These past few months I've been eating way more than ever - because I can. A welcome relief from the constant calorie counting and food restrictions I've obsessed about my entire life until this Ironman training. The TRIgirl nutritional clinics have reinforced the idea that this is not the time for deprivation. But in retrospect, did I really need the extra side of cheese at lunch - or the second helping of whatever at dinner because I've been able to get away with it? Would it have hurt to eat a little more consciously?

So, for the past few days anyway, I've been trying to break my gluttony, gleeful, hand rubbing habit of wolfing down whatever looks tempting. I don't know if I'll lose any weight - and I've come to terms with the current number on the scale. Just a few small changes that could lead to losing some fat and gaining some lean muscle mass.

And I'm putting the disclaimer out there now - I'll still be in complete denial about any reports about the wasted calories from wine.

Pass the...Gu?

I just hung up the phone after catching up with my sister-in-law. She asked about my training and I was telling her that one of the biggest benefits of the work-train-eat-sleep mantra I've been living is the ability to eat more with less guilt and worry. Then I started to share all the indulgent foods I've been stuffing my face with on a daily basis - ice cream, chocolate candy, donuts, deep fried everything, triple cheeseburgers, slabs of butter...

Oh wait.

That isn't what I said.

Gu, shot blocks, sports beans, bagels, bananas, smoothies, V8, fruit salad, cheese, Gatorade - and least we forget, my just arrived package of Accelerade and Endurox.

Listening to myself, I thought, well that doesn't sound all that exciting.

Cravings

This week, I was reminded by Triathlonmom that we are halfway in our training program to Eagleman – and, thanks to her efforts, a very cool counter has been added to the footer of my blog where I can watch the days tick away to this major race.

I know our training is about to move up to the next intensity level. And I know that I need to seriously evaluate my nutrition plan – for both workouts and races.

Overall, I’ve made a few changes in my diet since my last nutrition post. I am eating more without gaining weight. Breakfast is becoming a regular occurrence. I’m remembering to take a sports bar or jelly beans for workouts that will be over an hour. Most of the time, my beverage of choice is water (well, and some wine, too).

Yet I seem to have predictable hankerings. For a post-workout breakfast (still can’t figure out how to eat anything more than a sports bar before early morning workouts), I really want a bagel. So I pick one up at Manna Café, the little food shop in my office building. Lately, I’ve been adding either a Naked Fruit Smoothie or V8 to my purchase to have as a mid morning snack. Yep, often a cup of coffee is on my receipt, too.

At lunchtime, you can usually find me online at Christopher’s Runaway Gourmet (and usually TRIgirl LD will be waiting with me). This is probably my most balanced meal of the day – low fat chicken salad, fruit or cucumbers, small piece of cheese and a slice of yummy, crusty bread – with butter. I can eat this stuff day after day to the amazement of some of my coworkers.

Dinner is probably my most unusual meal. I crave cheese and salt. So many nights, I end up cutting up some fresh mozzarella, seasoned nicely with some good ole kosher or sea salt. At least when tomatoes are back in season, I can add a few slices for a healthier and less bizarre supper.

While my overall nutrition is better, my guess is that it isn’t good enough. I know the drill - more fruits, veggies and whole grains. My main problem is that I’d rather skip a meal than waste calories on something I don’t want or won’t enjoy. And I think there may be a small fear that if I eat the healthier choice – let’s say whole wheat bread vs. the bagel – I’ll still want the bagel and will end up eating it – or something similar – before the day is done.

Small steps - and I’m ready to take the next one or two. Just need to figure out which ones are most important – or the ones I’ll be more likely to adopt.

I Forgot to Eat

I am not doing so well with the “fourth” leg of the triathlon – nutrition.

I knew the whole “eat during a race thing” was going to an issue. Haven’t even started to address that yet.

What I didn’t realize, until a few weeks ago, is that incorporating healthy habits during training would be a challenge.

Before I go any further, please know, I do not lack for overall caloric consumption. I am a social eater – and, especially recently, allow myself to enjoy the whole food experience with friends and family. So, I splurge, probably more than I should, at parties or evenings out. I’ve lost my holiday pooch – but the pounds are not melting off my body. There is no reason to worry.

On a regular, nothing special planned type of day, I’ll sometimes forget to eat. This is a habit developed from years and years of struggling to keep my weight down by focusing on non-food related activities. With training dominating more of my time – fitting in meals or snacks is further pushed to the wayside. I’ll forget my resolution to grab a piece of fruit on my way out the door to work. On weekends, I’ll submerge myself in house chores – and discover it is 2:00 pm and nothing besides water, Gatorade and a Starbucks latte has crossed my lips – even after a two hour bike/run workout.

Take a recent Monday, when I woke up early for a Guppy lesson, proud that I grabbed a bag of sports jelly beans to munch on during the drive to the pool, swam for an hour, headed off to work, ate a sandwich and a fruit cup for lunch, went to a two hour weight and bike workout with just a Gatorade in my stomach – and arrived home around 8:30, not feeling terribly hungry, nor tempted by anything in our rather scantily clad refrigerator. But about three hours later, my belly finally reminded me, with big hearty growls, that it was empty. I didn’t want to eat. I’d tried eating after a late workout – and that kept me up, too – in a much more uncomfortable way – between the adrenalin still pumping through my body and the food working its way through my digestive track.

So I need to figure out – and, more importantly, carry through – a meal plan that provides enough sustenance for training, but that works with my busy schedule - as well as my reluctance to eat too close to a workout. To realize it is just as important to plan for small, healthy snacks throughout the day as it is to plan my weekly training. To take the time to pack my lunch bag as well as my gym bag. And to incorporate greater consistency, with more food on a regular day and less binging during social outings.