Showing posts with label long bike ride. Show all posts
Showing posts with label long bike ride. Show all posts

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Finding Aloha in the Journey

13 weeks.

13 weeks from today I will be racing the Ironman World Championships.

13 weeks from right this very moment I will be mere minutes into the 2.4 mile swim.

Every time I think about my journey and everything that has gotten me to this point I am overwhelmed with joy and gratitude.  As slow as the first half of the year went, time has now sped up and I want to maximize every workout, every opportunity for rest and recovery, every everything that can help me get through race day in 13 weeks.

Many people have asked me my goals for Kona.  I have avoided setting time goals for this race because time goals in general are useless and I think setting them is really silly.  For me.  This is my first time racing on the Big Island.  It's my first time competing in a major championship race.  I do have a rough idea of what I am capable of on a "perfect day".  But I also know that I need to get to the finish line no. matter. what.  Unlike racing in Arizona, I cannot completely throw caution to the wind.  However if I focus on doing what I do every single day in training, and stay in the moment, and stay on top of my hydration and nutrition, everything will be fine.

I'm going to be very honest here and say that the Ironman World Championships scare the sh*t out of me.  I ran the Kona Marathon in 2005 and it was great.  My sister and I were vacationing on Kauai, flew over for the night to run it and then flew back.  It was the same course as Ironman except you started/ ended at the far end of Ali'i Drive (where the run course at IM does the first out-n-back).  It's comforting to know that I've run through the energy lab, granted much earlier in the day, but I did it.  And at the time, I ran a marathon PR.

A few years later when my husband raced in Kona for the first time (2009) I took my bike to maintain my training for IMAZ.  I was absolutely destroyed by the heat and humidity.  I remember going out for a ride one afternoon.  Just an hour shake out.  Nothing major.  I seriously bonked within 15 minutes.  Like, had to sit on the side of the road in the shade of a vehicle to recover, destroyed.  I did my long ride during race week on the Ironman course and it was absolutely the worst 75 mile ride I've ever done.  I remember getting back to our condo and telling the hubs that I never, EVER, wanted to race in Kona.

Obviously a lot has changed since then.  I'm a different athlete, and by the time we went back to the Big Island in 2011 I thought, I could do this.  And that's when I decided to start pursuing the goal (initially chasing the Legacy).

I have worked really hard to change my approach mentally and this past week I was watching the broadcast from last year's race while on my trainer and I thought to myself, there have literally been 40,000+ who have finished this race.  For real.  (Almost) 40 years x 1000 finisher average (this is way low for a majority of years)= 40k.  There is absolutely no reason in the world that if I am on the start line on October 8 I can't be one of them.  None.  Not a single reason.

I will be prepared.  I have a heat acclimation program set in place.  I work every day on making sure my nutrition and hydration are working for me.  I am practicing with all of the gear and methods that I might want to use to help keep myself cool on race day.  There will be nothing left to chance.

The meat of my training is just beginning.  From now until the end of September I will be in full Ironman build mode.  These are the weeks I've waited for and looked forward to all year.  Every day I wake excited and ready to tackle whatever awaits me in WorkoutLog.

I told Hillary after Oceanside that I thought this year was going to be special because I no longer felt afraid, I felt free.  And that freedom propelled me to another podium finish at Ironman CDA 70.3 two weekends ago.  When she asked me my plan for the race, I told her I was going to go as hard as I could on the bike and hold it together for the run.  And I did!  After being first out of the water in my age group, I absolutely attacked the bike course, held higher watts than I've ever raced at before, and still managed to tick off the miles on foot feeling strong.

A few pics of our weekend in Idaho (my favorite race venue!!!):

Post race spin taking in the scenery! #ilovemybike



Pre race dinner.  Ready to smash it!


A little selfie fun at packet pickup.



My gem racked in transition.  Rock star parking!


Ceiling art at Taphouse Unchained.  Post race celebration!


2nd Place Women 40-44!

Next up:  Tahoe Rim Trail 55k!  Finding Aloha in my favorite place to run!

(P.S.  13 weeks from right now I'll be an hour into the 112 mile bike ride....)

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Summer Smashfests

July 15.  According to the calendar summer is half over.  Despite the fact that my schedule really doesn't change, we still seem to travel a lot more during the summer.  Shortly after my Grand Canyon trip with the #bff, the hubs and I met up with my parents for a long weekend in South Lake Tahoe to celebrate their 45th wedding anniversary.  We joked that the whole family was invited but my sisters both have kids (read: obligations) whereas we are free as birds.  Trip to Tahoe?  We're in!!  I love that about my life.

A toast to life well lived.  45 years and counting.

The weekend was so relaxing.  Equal parts resting, eating, and exploring my favorite trail... the Tahoe Rim Trail.  My parents love to hike so I mapped out a 10 mile route for them, out and back on the Marlette Trail, while I started with them and circumnavigated 18 miles to end up back at the starting location.  There is something peaceful and magical about spending hours alone running on a beautiful trail and I savored every second of it.  The hubs is recovering beautifully from his Achilles' procedure last fall, but is not yet allowed to explore the trails.  The uneven surface puts a lot of strain on the tendon and we are not ready to push the envelope just yet.  So he enjoyed a little elevation training on the bike path from South Lake to Emerald Bay.


Selfie on the way to Snow Valley Peak

Marlette Lake in the foreground, Lake Tahoe in the background.

Happy Anniversary, mom and dad!!

After Tahoe it was back to work and time to get back into training mode again.  Not that my training ever stopped but with the GC and Tahoe I had a bit of a mental break.  Contrary to popular belief I was not burned out after Texas, but I think my body took more of a hit than I even realized.  It took me 7 weeks to feel normal again.  I had been missing goals on nearly every workout.  I just felt sluggish and not like myself.  Not even in a way I could really describe.  Then one day (July 3rd to be exact) I woke up, did my workout and felt completely awesome.  Normal.  Myself.  I messaged the boss and told her that it was like someone flipped a light switch.  I have no idea why, but my body was back in the game.  

Best I can think of:
1) it didn't get hot in Arizona until June and it took me that long to adapt to the heat.  Normally this adaptation would be done slowly in April/ May as the temps gradually increased.  This year it stayed nice and cool and then *BAM* it was hot and humid all at once.   
2) it took me longer to recovery from Texas because of the heat illness and dehydration experienced during the race. 
3) I restarted my multivitamin supplement and was probably getting some minerals that my body was lacking. 

Either way, I am so thankful that my body has caught up with what my mind would like it to do.  I've had a ton of fun training with my Team HPB teammates this summer.  Several weeks ago we bribed my friends' kid to SAG for us on our long ride to Sunflower.  It was a learning experience... teaching a 16 year old what it means to "leapfrog" and then when my ride was over, hopping in the truck beside the 16 year old driver while the boys finished up.  Now I know how my parents must have felt when they turned over the keys to me as a teenager!
Long ride to Sunflower.  #fastcats
   
Over 4th of July weekend we all headed down to Tucson, aka The Dirty T, for a long weekend of training.  Another teammate rents a house every summer to train in Tucson so we booked rooms at a nearby resort with access to our very own lap pool!  No one goes to a resort for the lap pool... everyone else could be found at the swim up bar and lazy river.  

Mt. Lemmon... ready, GO!
We arrived on Friday evening and met the gang for drinks and dinner.  On Saturday morning we got an early start and headed out from Le Buzz to climb Mt. Lemmon.  Summerhaven hosts an annual 4th of July parade and fireworks celebration so it made for very light traffic on the descent.  We each had our marching orders and agreed to meet up at the top before turning around.  

I held my watts as planned on the climb and though I started out in the back, I picked off teammates at mile 5, mile 9, and then caught Kona Dawn at Windy Point and stayed with her through the top of the climb.  We rendezvoused at the visitor's center at the top, drinking cokes and watching traffic filter into town for the parade before turning around and heading back down the mountain.  I've really been working on my descending skills and having a nice, steady wind (as opposed to the gusty winds and cross winds that can sometimes occur) and minimal traffic helped me have my best descent yet on Mt. Lemmon!  It was a PR for the climb, a PR for the descent and my first time under 4 hours total for the ride.  Very happy girl!  

Dawn and I goofing off, attempting to be "serious".


We nailed a quick transition run and then had lunch at Le Buzz before heading back to the resort for a few recovery laps in the pool and an early dinner.  

Recovery swim!!

Sunday proved to be a very long day.  We met at the boss's house in the morning to start our ride.  Instructions were to ride the Shoot-out loop with Madera Canyon climb, and then on the way back, add on the McCain Loop and a trip up and over Gates Pass.  118 miles total with over 7000 feet of climbing.  My legs were still tired from Mt. Lemmon on Saturday and I struggled to keep up with the group from the start.  Rube's lovely wife was our SAG driver and kept eyes on all of us so I didn't worry too much about falling off the back.  

Sunday Smashfest!


The climb through Madera is about 13 miles of false-flats and one steep pitch upwards at the end.  There were moments when I was certain I was going to repeat the camp episode and fall off my bike.  It was SO steep.  We stopped to refuel in the parking lot at the top but kept it brief because it was actually chilly up there, and starting to rain.  We warmed up again when we hit the flat roads back to Tucson.  After about 70 miles my legs started to come around and I felt a little bit better.  As long as my hubby wasn't pulling on the front I could keep up with the group.  

All day long I fretted about the Gates Pass climb.  It is a short but steep and if you're already tired it kicks your ass.  I climbed it back to back at camp and the first time was no big deal.  The second time I was seeing stars at the top and my heart was going to jump out of my chest.  We stopped for our last refuel with 10 miles to go, just before starting the climb.  

Since I was the "slow one" I headed out just ahead of the group.  Dawn agreed to come with me.  I stayed behind her and just focused on keeping a quick cadence.  Turns out, that climb was nothing compared to Madera!  I was freaking out for nothing, as usual.  We crested the top and I pumped my arms like a Tour de France stage winner before we rolled into a fast descent on the other side.  

118 done... and done!!

Our ride was over, and the women's soccer team was just starting the finals in the World Cup.  We had our sights set on a little bar across from the resort.  With lightening across the sky and rain pouring down we decided that our recovery swim was cancelled.  We showered quickly and fell into a booth with some cold beers and tacos.  The team nominated me to tell Coach that the pools were closed for lightening.  She responded quickly with, "don't worry, it won't last too long".  Suddenly our visions of having our feet up for the rest of the night faded.  

We did enjoy watching the women destroy the World Cup finals, and our beers numbed our aching legs.  Slowly we began to wrap our heads around getting in the pool.  (Turns out, coach was right... storms never last long in the desert.)  We had the pool to ourselves and enjoyed as many laughs as laps before finally hitting the pillow for some well deserved sleep.  

Getting ready for our sunset swim.
Monday morning we had one last task... the forever swim set.  The forever set is a team favorite.  It involves creating massive fatigue in the upper body while racing each other, band only, 25 yards at a time for about 10 minutes, and then sprinting 200's for time.  Over and over and over and over.  By the end your arms are literally falling off and you can't clear your fingers on the recovery.  My body was so tired from the previous two days that my 200's were about 10 seconds slower than normal.  It was almost comical.  

We started as the sun was rising and finished with just enough time to shower, load the car and drive back to the Valley to be at the shop by 10 am.  I love long weekends like this.  Having never played sports growing up, I totally love the team atmosphere and cherish any opportunity to train with friends.  We have as much fun smashing each other as we do laughing and chatting afterwards.  And it's great to have strong, talented teammates who challenge me to work hard and chase my goals.

And last but not least... #selfiewithmoo is half over!!  It started with a photo I took... a selfie with my cat, Moo.  It was not January 1, but it was early in the year- maybe mid to late January.  The next day I took another one.  And then it became a thing.  My 2015 thing.  Since I don't do resolutions, I try to pick one thing per year to focus on... still a self improvement type of activity.  Two years ago I took up flossing.  The habit stuck and I still floss daily.  (I can't believe I didn't floss daily before!!!)  Last year I taught myself how to do flip turns in the pool.  I decided if I was going to hire a coach who happens to be a phenomenal swimmer- I needed to start doing flip turns.  Now, I can't believe I refused to learn for so long!!  2015... well it's the year of #selfiewithmoo.  (He can be found on Instagram, Twitter and Facebook.  He's becoming quite famous.  At least in my mind.). 

 
Kissing my little Moo.

My gorgeous baby with his green eyes, freckles, and little pink nose!!

I'm not entirely sure what I'll do after the year is over.  Do I continue?  Wouldn't it be amazing to have a chronicle of his entire life?  I started when he was about 8 months of age... what will he look like when he is 8?  Or 18?  The thing I love most about this project is every night when I come home from work I call out, "Moo!  It's time for your selfie!" And Moo comes running and jumps into my lap.  All he knows is that he's getting attention, and he loves it.  All my boys are friendly and LOVE people, but #selfiewithmoo has created an even stronger human-animal bond.  If I am sitting down, he is in my lap, purring, giving me kisses.  

Anyway, that's all I have to catch up from the last few weeks.  We're in a good place with training, and life, and we look forward to the next challenge that heads our way.   

         

Saturday, March 21, 2015

CAMP: A Four Letter Word

****Disclaimer:  I am not an emotional person.  In fact, I am probably the least emotional female that I know.  I am a type A.  I am a get-shit-done type.  I am a pick-myself-up-by-my-bootstraps girl.  There is no crying in baseball.  I don't wallow in self pity and I don't have a lot of patience for those who do.  When there's a problem, I solve it.  I don't think about it, I just do.  However... when I am exhausted- either physically or emotionally (ie: stressed) my impulse is to cry.  Sometimes when I'm so mentally drained after four 12 hour shifts, I cannot think coherent thoughts and all I want to do is burst into tears.  Not because I'm sad or upset about something, it's just my body's reaction to that level of stress.  So please keep this in mind as you read on....****

On Wednesday afternoon we loaded up the car, made plans to meet our teammate to grab some food on our way to Tucson for the annual Team HPB Training Camp.  Camp is open to anyone, and approximately half of the athletes were members of Team HPB.  I was super excited to test out my progress over the last year and to meet some new teammates...

Bikes loaded, Beav and I are ready to roll on down to the Dirty T.
We got settled in our casita at Star Pass and made plans to meet another teammate Ben who had flown in from my home state (Go Hawkeyes!) for camp.  We were tired and hungry and rather than drive around all night looking for food, we headed up to the Marriott Star Pass resort for some pizza.  We had fun chatting and laughing and getting excited for the days ahead.  

Day 1:  Social Run
Thursday morning we slept in.  Actually this was the nice thing about camp- I had zero responsibility besides training, eating and sleeping- so I got a ton of sleep over the 5 days.  I was wonderfully rested.  We went for a nice easy ride over Gates Pass with some friends and hung out waiting for our official camp kick off that afternoon.

At 4 pm campers gathered near the Star Pass pool.  After a few brief introductions, we were off on our hour long social run.  Following the run, we met for a group dinner at La Cocina for further bonding.  Then it was off to bed before the first big workout of the week.

Day 2:  Madera Canyon Ride/ Forever Swim Set

I was pretty excited about the long bike ride on day two.  Last year heading out for the ride someone crashed in front of me and that ended up being the separation between group A and B.  I was comfortable in group B.  A long ride is a long ride, but it was social and easy going. 

This year -- a different story.  Coach told me to be in the "first third" of the group.  So with roughly 25 athletes, this means I need to be in the top 8ish.  Fortunately or unfortunately, this was our first bike ride so she had no idea of the level of athletes that had shown up.  Let's just say, I was sitting in about 16th place, holding higher than sprint-distance watts for 10 miles before I finally got dropped.  

The route we were taking is pretty straightforward.  Once I got dropped I figured I would just hold a hard effort as long as I could, keeping the A group in sight, and if I lost track of them I'd stop and wait for the B group.  The wind was ridiculous.  The whole thing was completely demoralizing.  At one point a truck went by me a little too close for my comfort and I immediately burst into tears.  Totally in pity party mode, I wanted to be in the group, not riding alone.  I was working my ass off... for what?  Part of me wanted to stop and wait for the B group... the other part of me knew that I had already failed my assignment and I better do my best to get a good workout out of this.... so onward I went.

Soon we hit some rollers and the A group slowed significantly, allowing me to catch back up.  I stayed with them through our first SAG stop, and through town until we started the climb through Madera Canyon.  After a mile or so of the climb I got dropped, and the group in general splintered a little.  I couldn't even see the front group.  Every once in a while I'd catch a glimpse of another rider in front of me.

The second crying...
Madera is a slow climb over about 10 miles.  It actually looks flat, and you don't even realize how much you climbed until you descend the same stretch later in the day.  After the slow false flat, you climb through a camp ground area and hit a couple of 12-14% grades.  At the top there is a circular drive with a parking lot-- this is where we regrouped last year.  This year, they were doing road construction and so we regrouped as far up the climb as we could go which happened to be on the 12% grade.

So I'm in my granniest gear, barely turning the pedals over.  My teammate (who I love and adore) finished the climb and stopped in the middle of the road.  I am shouting at him not to stop in the middle of the road (ie: where am I supposed to go?)... but it's too late.  I can't get unclipped in time and fall over.  Uninjured of course as I was moving at less than 3 mph.  Then, since I had gone from climbing in zone 5 to stopped, I proceed to have an exercise-induced asthma attack.  Yes, the image you have of me is correct.  Just fell off my bike and now I'm lying in a heap on the ground struggling to breathe.  I am a hot mess.  

I am familiar with this type of asthma attack, and the remedy is to move.  To keep moving until my heart rate comes down on it's own.  I'm shaking and crying and struggling to get my foot unclipped while lying on my side on the asphalt.  Finally, I get up and on this 12% grade I am walking back and forth across the 5 foot section of road, and into the woods to try to get my heart rate calmed down while gasping for air.  I am praying my teammates (the ones who legit belong in the A group) can't see me crying as I am totally humiliated at this point.  Oh, I didn't even mention the construction workers who had stopped working to stare at me very confusedly during all this commotion.  Yep.  That happened.  

Top of Madera, post trauma.


Finally my breathing is restored and I just want off the top of this mountain ASAP.  I pick my bike back up throw a leg over and start down the descent.  At the bottom we stop for the second SAG of the trip to refuel/ swap out water bottles.  I am cramming calories down my throat and dreading the second half of the ride home in the wind.  

The third watershed....
Since there were only 3 distinct groups and 4 coaches on the road by this time, Coach Alyssa was assigned to bring up the rear of the "first group", which basically meant that she biked behind me on the way home and we occasionally swept up another athlete that had been dropped by the A group.  The winds had picked up throughout the day and I was being blown all over the road in the cross winds.  I gave myself tendonitis because I was gripping my handlebars so tightly that afternoon.  I was bordering on hysterical at times and was choking back the tears that trickled from under my eyelids.

One of the reasons that for 5 years after starting triathlon I never had any desire to race in Kona was because I've biked the world championship course, and I know how brutal those cross winds are.  Wind is my kryptonite.  Alyssa was so patient and gave me some pointers which helped me relax a little and just go with the flow.  I KNOW that when I get the chance to race in Kona, I will hear her tips in the back of my mind and I will be safer because of it.  If I gained nothing else from this ride, I learned some valuable tricks.  

After an eternity, we were back at the casitas and making plans for our afternoon swim at 3 pm.  Less than 2 hours later.  Already in survival mode, I immediately went into the condo and mixed up a huge plate of rice and avocado (thank god for rice cookers with a timer!).  Last year I cramped in the swim so I knew that refueling/ hydrating was going to be key.  I kept drinking Osmo Hydration and put my legs into the Recovery Boots.  I didn't fall asleep, but I tried to relax as much as possible.  

The Forever Set is a three times through band only sprinting set followed by a 200 sprint PBB (paddles/ buoy/ band).  After a brief warm-up the coaches divided us into lanes so that we could race the people in adjacent lanes.  I led my lane and raced 2 professional triathletes and another swimmer-dude.  I swim in a meter pool during the winter so I wasn't sure how my sprint 200 times stacked up to my normal, but Coach seemed pretty happy with the first couple.  I did fade badly, and by the 3rd 200 Alyssa (who was in the lane next to me) beat me to the wall.  

For as bad as I felt during the bike ride, I felt equally good in the swim session and considered it a successful day overall.  We finished up and went for salads and pizza with Ben, Marc, and Maggie.  

Day 3:  The 10k Swim/ Gates Pass Ride

Last year I fell apart during the 10k swim.  Cried actual tears inside my goggles.  (Are you picking up on a camp theme here??)  Coming to camp this year, I had the most anxiety about the 10k swim.  After the bike ride on Friday, I figured things couldn't get any worse and no matter what happened in the swim, I was NOT going to cry.

I woke up and began my morning routine.  I turned on my phone to check messages and share my daily #selfiewithmoo on social media.  I flipped to Facebook and saw this comment on a photo from Friday:  "Hope MK's arms are in the Recovery Pump cause someone is swimming in the fast lane tomorrow!"  Coach had posted this at 9:30 pm- thankfully I was sleeping because I probably would have been too stressed out after reading it to fall asleep.  

Immediately I was wide awake and filled with dread.  WHAT???!!!???  NO!!  This is a mistake.  I do not belong in the fast lane.  May day!  May day!!  *waving white flag*  I could barely choke down my breakfast.

Swim orders:  100 x 100 FAST LANE

We caravan'd to the University of Arizona rec center for the 10k swim.  Each swimmer was given a lane assignment and a specific workout to follow.  My instructions simply said:  FAST LANE 100 x 100!  Coach was going to make it up as we went along.  

We started out with a 10 x 100 swim on 1:30.  And followed that up with 10 x 100 as 75 free/ 25 back also on 1:30.  And then 10 x 100 25 fly/ 75 back... still on 1:30.  I was toast.  It felt like I swam a 3000 straight faster than race pace time trial.  I attempted 3 backstrokes, and one fly, but I fell too far behind and was afraid to get lapped and completely dusted so I just swam freestyle as hard as I could.  We paused for a quick water/ fuel break and then it was on to 10 x 100 band only on 1:40, and 10 x 100 buoy/ band on 1:30.  This was a bit more comfortable pace-wise and I was able to get at least a couple seconds on the wall between each 100.  

Then we jumped into a 32 x 100 PBB as 2 @1:30, 2 @ 1:25, 2 @ 1:20, and 2 @ 1:15 (4 times through obviously).  The first two sets I was fine until we hit the sub 1:20, then it became a straight swim until we were back at the 1:30.  I was thrilled to be feeling a little bit better (took me long enough to warm up!) and actually hit all the targets on the final two sets.  

Beav recovering with a social kick in his 10k swim lane.


We recovered with a 3 x 100 social kick.  And ended with 8 x 100 with roving 25 yard sprint on 1:30 followed by 7 x 100 alternating 25 breast / 75 free and 100 kick on 10 seconds rest.  When I got out of the pool I was a) very tired and hungry b) so proud of myself.  Though I can't say I had much fun, especially in the first half of the swim, I stayed focused and got the job done without any drama.  This was a huge improvement over last year, and by far the fastest 10k I've swum.  

Lane 2:  My peeps from last year's 10k swim.

We had a couple of hours to kill and get food before we met for the afternoon social ride over Gates Pass and McCain Loop.  We met at 3 for the afternoon ride.  We had a good time and the scenery is gorgeous on this ride.  I hung mostly with Maggie and Dawn, but when we started the climb it was every man for himself.  Thankfully it's not long, but the climb is steep and on tired legs I was at threshhold when we hit the top.  Maggie and I rolled over the top and down the other side before stopping to wait on the rest of the group.  

Maggie snapped this photo of me preparing for the climb up Gates.  You can see the switchback in the distance.  

Back at the casita we were given instructions for Sunday morning meet up and instructed to get a good meal in tonight for the climb up Mt. Lemmon tomorrow.  Our little dinner group opted on Coach's recommendation to hit up Choice Greens.  She had us at mac and cheese.

Per boss's orders, we had enough food for 10 people.


Day 4:  Technique Swim/ Mt. Lemmon Ride/ Transition Run
Sunday morning dawned with a short, sweet technique session in the Star Pass pool.  We were divided into groups based on how we would start the ride on Mt. Lemmon.  We each had an opportunity to practice on the straps- a way to simulate race start, basically focusing on high turnover and powerful stroke.  And then we swam some sprints/ easy 25s and took individual feedback from the coaches on deck.  

A common HPB swim torture device:  The straps.

Taking feedback from Coach.

After our swim we loaded up our bikes/ run gear, ate a quick breakfast and headed toward Le Buzz where we would start our assault on Mt. Lemmon.  I was given instructions to try to stay with Dawn on the climb.  We took off out of the parking lot with a 4 mile warm up to the base of the climb.
Ready to ride.


Warm up to Mt. Lemmon.

As soon as we started the climb, Dawn took off and I was left instantly in the dust.  At first I thought, great, another failed ride.  And then I thought, who gives a shit?  I can still f*ing climb Mt. Lemmon.  And so I set off to hold a consistent, strong pace to the top.  I actually caught up with Dawn at mile 6, but could only stay with her for about a mile.  I hit a rough patch around mile 11-14 so I opted to stop at SAG to grab a little extra fuel for the rest of the climb.  Within a mile I was feeling good again and charged on.  Though it wasn't a PR to the top, I was happy with the effort level and was ready to start the descent.  
Team HPB Camp at the Cookie Cabin, Summerhaven, AZ
      
At the top, Coach gave us orders for the transition run before sending us off.  "You're running with me!" was the instruction I got and I did my best to stay with her on the descent.  I am terrified of heights so when we reached Windy Point (approx mile 14) I am totally in survival mode until we pick up the mountain on our right side again around mile 6.  

We got back to Le Buzz and I threw on my run gear.  I was one of the last ones off the mountain and so most of my teammates were already running.  We took off and at mile one, my watch beeped 7:30 pace.  "This is where my legs start to burn," I announced and Hillary suggested we slow a little up to the turnaround (mile 2) before crushing it back to the car.  Mile two was a leisurely 8 minutes.  We crushed the last 2 miles in 7:30 and high-fived a job well done.  Turns out, I missed the part of the orders where I was supposed to do a progression run.  I just went balls out from the start because that's what I thought I needed to do.

That evening we had a group dinner at Smashfest Queen Headquarters (aka:  Hillary and Maik's house).  The food was catered by a local gal- ALL vegan and gluten free- every last bite!!  It was so amazingly good.  We had fun chatting, laughing and shopping, of course.  It was bittersweet, knowing that this was our last night together and tomorrow camp would be over.

Day 5:  Long Trail Run
As we did for our bike rides, we divided up into 3 groups for the trail run.  Coach Alyssa led my group and we headed out at a conversational pace.  Last year by the time we hit day 5 my legs were trashed and every step was a huge effort.  Today, I was happy to find that after the first hour my legs felt normal.  All this means is that they are used to feeling tired, and running tired.  We ran an out-n-back course and on the way back we got lost.  If I had my brain screwed on I would have remembered that my Garmin has a breadcrumb feature and I could have easily pointed us in the right direction.  As it was we made it back on a slightly different, slightly longer, slightly more uphill route.  I was happy that my training on Pass Mountain had prepared me well for this.

One of the runners had a GoPro and tripod.  We set it up mid run and goofed off a bit...


Coach Hillary's run group heading to the SAG stop half way.

Me and Kona Dawn post run.  Love this girl!!
After the run we said goodbye to some of the group that had to travel home.  We had debated driving home, but we had the condo until Tuesday and there was mention of margaritas on Monday evening so we decided to stay (twist our arms).  Beav and I joined the others for lunch and beers and then crashed at the casita for a much needed nap.

Toasting a successful week at Team HPB Camp.
That evening we met everyone on the terrace at the Marriott Star Pass.  We enjoyed some fancy margaritas (mine was a version with blackberry and jalapeno- highly recommended!), tapas, and s'mores complete with marshmallows that we toasted in our fire pit.  We had fun relaxing and chatting long after the sun set and the stars covered the sky.

As always there are lessons learned and friends made.  Here are some of my takeaways from camp this year.

1.  I am not as strong as I think I am.  There is more work to be done.  I had gotten a little comfortable in my training, thinking that I was ready to crush whatever comes my way.  After the ride on Friday I was humbled.  Despite how much improvement I've made over the last few months, I have a LONG way to go.  I cannot delude myself into thinking this is locked up.

2.  Laughter cures EVERYTHING!  Every day during training my body was punished and I finished aching and tired.  Every evening I gathered with Beav, Marc, Ben and Maggie to eat dinner and we laughed for hours on end.  We did not stop laughing the entire time we were together.  It was the best medicine.  By the time I fell into bed at night I was recovered, content and lighter.

3.  I am stronger than I think I am.  Every time I thought, "there's no way I can do this," I did it and it was fine.  I thought I would blow up in the fast lane.  I didn't.  I thought I couldn't climb up the back of Gates Pass a second time.  I did.  I thought I was going to suffer through the trail run.  I didn't.  It's fine.  My body has adapted and made huge gains over the last year.  It will continue to absorb the work and improve.

4.  Time is short, don't wait.  For months, I have been telling my husband that my teammate, Jen, is my long lost twin.  She is the coolest person I had ever cyber stalked that I hadn't actually met yet.  She is a nurse and works nights in trauma/ ICU.  She thru-hiked the AT.  Ya.  How fucking cool is that?!  With her dog!!  I feel we are kindred spirits.  I met Jen on Thursday evening at dinner and talked with her a little.  But the rest of the weekend we were in separate groups for the swim/ bike/ run and I didn't have a lot of time with her.  For some reason I thought she was staying in a house with some other campers so when making dinner plans I didn't want to interfere with what I thought they had going on.  On Sunday, coach told me that Jen had been staying alone in a hotel and I was crushed.  We had an extra bed in our condo she could have crashed in and I would have loved to drag her to dinner with our little 5-some.  Lesson learned.  And, Jen, if you're reading this-- I'm praying you're still in CA when I visit in June!!  We must run trails together!!

Recovery
Since coming home from camp I have been working non-stop.  I moved the contents of our home in 3 days (literally packing boxes, loading my car, driving 1 mile, unloading boxes into the new house).  Thank God I had two of the greatest friends on the planet volunteer to help me!  I orchestrated movers to transport furniture.  And I have been living under boxes and trying to scrape meals together without a fully stocked/ operational kitchen for 10 days.  I have been overwhelmed and exhausted.  Coach must have recognized the strain I have been under as my week leading up to my first race of the season has been very refreshing.  I am super exicted to head to California next weekend for the Oceanside 70.3.  I will try to share a timely update post race.  And maybe even announce the winner of my name-my-bike contest before the gun goes off!  My only hint... there was one name that gave me instant goosebumps when I read it.  When that happens, it's a good fit.  So I'm keeping my options open as more suggestions come in, but there is one clear leader.

My gem needs a name!

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Stripped: Ultraman Canada

July 10.  10:13 pm.
The message from my teammate read:  Team HPBers!  My run pacer for Ultraman just bailed on me.  Anyone want to go to Penticton July 31-Aug 6- all expenses paid?  Let me know if you are interested and I can provide more details.  Would need someone to run with me 2-3 miles, every other 2-3 miles, after mile 20.

July 11.  4:09 am.
I saw the message on the team page.  I sent a quick response:  Let me check my schedule.  This would be awesome.  Not getting my hopes up... but I'll let you know in a couple of hours.

July 11.  7:59 am.
I arrived at work.  My calendar was completely clear.  I had enough PTO to take the two days I needed to make this happen.  The other 5 days were my normal days off during this block.

I texted HPB:  I can get the time off for Ultraman Canada to help Barry.  I would love to go but I'm guessing it's really bad timing for Wisconsin training.  Tell me I have to stay home...

July 11.  8:14 am.
I received a response from HPB:  Haaa!  Honestly you can totally do it.  You have so much work in the bank already that we can afford to do this.  No pressure but if you want to!  ...

She continued:
You would be perfect for it because you can be a hard ass and plus you are a cute girl so he won't be able to wimp out in front of you- all key...  

Blame it on me...  I'm putting it on your training plan. 

By 4:30 that afternoon, the announcement had been made, I was officially crewing and pacing for Ultraman Canada... something I had been secretly dreaming about since Barry first told me about it at our team camp in February.  As an ultrarunner, I have been crew/ pacer for several friends tackling the 100 mile distance.  I know from experience that there is no better way to gain experience than by crewing.  Ultraman is something that I aspire to do one day and this was my chance to go backstage and see how it really plays out.  I didn't know it then, but I was in for the ride of a lifetime.

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July 31.  4:20 pm.
After a long flight, and what seemed like forever in the car from the Kelowna airport in British Columbia, I arrived at the Days Inn Penticton hotel and conference center.  The crew meeting was already underway so I found an empty seat near the back until there was a break and I could join my team at their table.  I was so excited to be there!

The race director covered the bike and run course in detail.  Instructing crews on the rules and pointing out specific road hazards that might be encountered.  I had read every ounce of material on the website so there was nothing unfamiliar to me.  As I looked around the room, I saw 29 athletes surrounded by family and friends.  Already, this felt nothing like Ironman.  The air was electric with energy, but not ego.  

After the meeting ended, I had time to squeeze in a quick shake-out run before the team picked me up for dinner.  I got to meet our team captain, Rich Sawiris of Wheelbuilder.com fame.  Richie, as he is affectionately known, was the brains of the operation.  He had a spreadsheet outline to keep track of calorie and fluid intake, time and mileage at each checkpoint, as well as predicted and actual calorie (kJ) expenditure based on Barry's power meter.  It was insane to see how close Richie's predictions were to the actual numbers... literally within 20 calories throughout the entire 12 hour stage.  I recognized immediately that Barry was in good hands and began plotting ways to convince Richie that one day he should crew for me at Ultraman.

The final member of our crew was Barry's wife, Johnna, otherwise known as Trophy Wife.  Johnna has enough energy for 10 people.  Johnna and I had hung out and biked together at our team camp in February and I was excited to spend more time with her.  About 2 months before Ultraman she underwent open heart surgery to replace a valve that had been abnormal since birth, but only recently had begun to cause problems.  She said there was never a question as to whether or not they would still go to Ultraman.  As long as she was cleared to travel (which she was) she was ALL IN in support of her husband.  Johnna is pretty bad-ass in her own right, as an athlete and an attorney, but crewing together at Ultraman I was exposed to her nurturing side as she endlessly tried to anticipate Barry's every want and need.  She did an awesome job helping minimize his energy output whenever she could.  

Over dinner we talked and laughed... a LOT.  Aside from being a technical genius, Richie is also very entertaining.  There was never a moment in his presence that I wasn't laughing.  Together the team reviewed the game plan, but also recognized that day 1 would be a lot of trial and error and we would make adjustments along the way.

I sat down with Barry the night before Ultraman to ask him a few questions.  I was scrambling to take notes as he was talking so these are not exact quotes, but I tried to convey responses as closely to his answers as possible.

Barry, when did you decide you wanted to do Ultraman?
I scoped out the race a couple of years ago but wasn't prepared physically.  I started working with (coach) Hillary (Biscay) 2 years ago, and my training level began to increase.  One cocktail too many in November and I submitted my application.

What was Hillary's response? 
I didn't tell her right away as she was getting ready for the Ultraman Hawaii Championships.  I waited a couple of weeks and then told her.  She was psyched.  She's always looking for an excuse to turn up the volume and intensity.

How did your training change after your application was accepted?
It didn't really change until after Oceanside 70.3 (at the end of March).  I signed up for a 200 mile bike ride (double century) in February, and we had the 5 day training camp which was a lot of volume.  After Oceanside I had two-a-day workouts almost every day.  I couldn't come home from work and chill, rest up for the next day.  I was always doing another workout after work.  I had a lot of 10k swims, about one a week.  Lots of band-only (swimming freestyle with a band holding ones ankles together) work in the pool and lots of PBB (pull sets with paddles, buoy and band).  The good part of training in May and June was that I couldn't eat enough.  I was burning so many calories with training I could eat whatever I wanted.

Did you have any tune-up races between Oceanside and Ultraman Canada?
I raced the Whoos in El Moro 50k which had about 6500 feet of climbing.  It was hot.  I ran at a "run all day" pace so I felt good, except for the last 3 miles which were all downhill.  Every rock hurt.  (Note: he finished in a respectable 6:24:16).

And I raced Ironman Coeur d'Alene in June.  I was instructed to swim all out, and ride my hardest IM bike leg ever.  I came off the bike in 8th place in my age group, and I'm never in the top 30.  Then I had to run the marathon at my "run all day" pace.  It was the best I've ever felt after an Ironman.  Except that I got food poisoning 24 hours later after eating a half price yogurt parfait.  (Note to self:  do not buy discounted perishables...)

How did you manage training and recovery? 
The hardest part was managing my work schedule and training schedule.  I found myself a lot sleepier June and July.  Prior to Oceanside I was training 15-16 hours per week, with a typical month being 60-65 hours of training.  In my buildup for Ultraman I was averaging 25 hours a week.  In June I hit 102 hours of training.  July felt like a taper though I had a couple of long weekends.

The key thing with volume is recovery.  I was able to stay healthy through training.  I used the recovery pants about four times per week, got a deep tissue massage every couple of weeks, and tried to go to bed early.  And Hillary is really smart about scheduling the volume.  It made it really bearable because there were not a lot of days when my legs were so trashed.  I never felt like I couldn't get up and do the workout.

Now that Ultraman is here, what are you most excited, and most nervous about?
I am most excited to just get going.  I am most nervous about the length of day two... and what happens past mile 30 of the run.


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August 2.  6:00 am.  Stage 1:  10 kilometer swim (6.2 miles) and 90 mile bike.  12 hour time limit.

We were bursting with restless energy waiting for stage 1 to begin.  The swim is point to point in Skaha lake, and on race morning the surface was like glass.  Each athlete was assigned to a paddler to lead them in a kayak for safety reasons (the lake is open to boats).  The kayak would also carry any food/ fluids that the athlete might need during the swim stage.  Barry got really lucky being paired with Wayne, a very experienced kayaker who led the way to his stage victory beautifully.  

Me, Richie, Barry and Johnna.  Our T-shirts read:  You cannot be serious.  :)

Barry comes from a swimming background, and secretly we were hoping to match the swim course record.  He came close with the second fastest time in race history of 2:31:23, and about 27 minutes ahead of the next athlete.  As crew, we had a lot of fun watching the final 2 kilometers of his swim.  We were perched on a dock overlooking the water, and we could just barely make out his kayak in the distance.  When Barry made the final turn to cross the lake, there was not another swimmer in sight.  We were screaming our heads off as he swam the final meters to the swim exit and ran him through transition in 3 minutes 42 seconds.  He was quickly onto the bike course and packed up our stuff and headed to the car to follow.



Swim exit.  Photo credit:  Rick Kent, official ultraman photographer.


The second half of stage one our time was spent leap-frogging Barry on his bike.  Richie had scouted out the course in the days before the race, and had planned where the best feeding spots would be.  We tried to find a good incline to hand off food/ water as we knew Barry's pace would be slowed some, and it would be easier to run alongside his bike to replace bottles and hand off food.  We kept track of how much he was eating and drinking and whenever necessary we would shout at him to "DRINK!"  Barry is pretty quiet, but eventually he began to tell us what he wanted (coke, ice, etc) which reduced the guessing game we had been playing most of the day.
Little mountain shower keeping the athletes cool.


Being first out of the water, he was a hunted man on the bike portion of day 1.  He was passed about half way through by the eventual winner of Ultraman, and we never saw another athlete until we were down to the final 20 miles.  At that point we knew he had a solid lead and would hold onto 2nd place at the end of the stage.

Day 1 Bike Finish.  Photo credit:  Rick Kent


Day 1:  Swim 2:31:23 + Bike 5:10:41 = 7:42:04, 2nd place overall.

August 3.  7:00 am.  Stage 2:  171 mile bike.  12 hour time limit.

Recovery from stage 1 was a little bit hectic.  We wanted to make sure Barry was off his feet, eating and drinking and heading to bed early.  Johnna and I did were able to get out for a bite to eat which was the first real food we'd had all day.  We made plans for the following morning and had everything lined up for the final day as well since we'd be spending the night in Princeton after stage 2.

Day 2 we were a little more prepared for when we needed to stop and how often, though adjustments were still made on the fly.  After leaving the start area, we made a quick stop in town and then headed out to start leap-frogging.  When we passed Barry we took note of where he was on the course relative to the other athletes.  We pulled over in one of the first small towns the course travels through and waited for Barry to come by.  When we noticed several athletes who had been behind Barry come through we knew there was a problem.  We whipped the car around and a mile or so back he was on the side of the road getting ready to change a flat.  Richie jumped out of the car with a spare wheel, swapped wheels lightening fast, and had Barry back on the road in no time.  He lost less than 2 minutes with that flat.  Unfortunately it was his second one of the morning and he felt pressure to catch back up with the lead group.

Stage 2 Bike.  Photo credit:  Rick Kent


By half way through the 171 mile course, we had the logistics down pretty well and Barry had caught back up with the main pack.  We were stopping much more frequently on stage 2 because the road conditions were worse and we didn't want to chance another flat or mechanical issue.  Plus it was getting really warm as the day wore on and we kept him cooled down with ice and water.  We kept a very close eye on him.   Each time we stopped we also got to cheer for the two or three athletes in front and behind him on the road.  It was fun to interact with the other crews and support each other in this venture.  Nothing like 171 miles to make you feel bonded!

Stage 2 Finish.  Photo credit:  Rick Kent

At the end of stage 2, Barry's stomach was not feeling great.  He did a great job of refueling that evening, and tried to take in as much fluids as possible, but after 2 straight days of endurance racing, we were in a big deficit.  Each day he weighed in before and after the stage.  And after both stage 1 and 2, he had lost over 7 pounds of body weight in fluids.  To say he was dehydrated would be an understatement.  I was frantically texting Hillary for suggestions knowing that everything was going to play out on stage 3 and he needed to be in the best possible shape at the start of the day.  

Day 2:   Bike 9:35:32 + Day 1 = 17:17:36, 4th place overall.

August 4.  6:45 am.  Stage 3:  52.4 mile run (or 53 miles as it were...).  12 hour time limit.

The final day.  Gathering around the start line I couldn't help but feel a little anxious.  It's now or never.  The last stage.  It's make or break time.  I was hoping with everything in me that the day would go smoothly, that Barry would have the race that he dreamed of having.  I had the same feeling of melancholy that I get when I am about to start the Tahoe Rim Trail... all that work and it's going to be over in under 12 hours.  You want the pain to end, but the experience to last forever.

Stage 3 Start.  Photo credit:  Rick Kent


Everyone was ready, and the director started the athletes off a few minutes early.  There was no sprinting off the start line, just the steady beat of footsteps heading into the morning.  It took a lot longer for separation among the pack to occur than during the bike ride on stage 2.  This contributed to a bit of congestion along the course as all the cars were in leap-frog mode from mile 1.  We elected to stop on the half mile (1.5/ 2.5/ etc...) to avoid some of the traffic.

Each time we stopped, Johnna and Richie tried to get me to stay in the car.  Get off your feet... you have to run later!  But I had too much nervous energy and simply could NOT stay in the car.  Every mile we handed him Gatorade or water, and every 30 minutes we offered him some calories.  He looked super strong and his pace, though a little slower than he had hoped, was steady and consistent.

Stage 3 Run.  Photo credit:  Rick Kent

Several runners had pacers with them from the start.  Each time they ran by they were chatting and smiling and making it look so easy.  At one point near the half marathon mark I told Barry if he needed any help with the hills to let me know.  But he was still charging along and didn't ask for help until mile 19.5.  We were standing by ready to hand off drinks and he asked if I wanted "the 32 mile option, the 30 mile option, or the 26 mile option."  It was run time!!  I hopped back in the car, layered some more sunscreen on, and at the next exchange at mile 20.5 I jumped in for pacing duties.

Time on the run course went by a lot slower than time in the support car.  Instead of constantly having my mind occupied with what we needed for food/ drink and where the best place to stop was, I had only one focus:  to keep Barry making forward progress.  (And to not annoy him in the process.)  As a pacer, I take on new identities depending on who my athlete is and what they need at the time.  I've been fun run pacer, I've been hard-ass-meanie run pacer, and I've been let's-not-get-lost-in-the-woods-cause-you're-delirious run pacer.

Stage 3 Run.  Photo credit:  Rick Kent


Running along with Barry, I maintained the attitude of "everything us cool, everything is fun", borrowing a quote we overused at team camp.  When everything started to fall apart a few short miles into my pacing duties, I tried my best to pretend like this was normal and to be expected.  At mile 25 Barry took a gel.  An instant later he was vomiting on the side of the road.  Vomiting a LOT.  I put my hand on his back in a gesture of support and glanced back toward the car as Johnna retreated with a look of shock on her face.  It was really difficult for her to watch him suffer, though before the end of the day this episode would look like nothing.

When he stood back up, I put on my best poker face and announced that it was time to get moving again.  I also reassured him that now we had a clean slate.  The stomach was empty and we could start over.  Over the next few miles, Barry continued to feel like crap.  Finally, I made the call to have him walk at an easy pace for 10 minutes and drink about 8 oz of chicken broth.  He was so dehydrated, and I thought maybe getting some salt in would settle his stomach and allow him to start absorbing things again.  My suggestion was based on experience in endurance racing, not just something that I pulled out of my ass.  It was a gamble whether it would work for Barry or not, but at the time I thought it was worth a shot.  The effect seemed positive and we had a solid 10 miles in the middle where everything went smoothly and he was able to run steady again.

Richie ready to drape the towel on Barry for cooling.

There was a final 10 kilometer climb before reaching the summit and subsequent 8 mile descent into the finish.  During the climb, Richie offered to jump in and pace while I ate a sandwich in the car.  I figured on the climb they would be doing more walking than running, but Barry must have felt good or didn't want to be outdone by a non-runner because he ran quite a bit of that stretch.  Richie and Johnna continued to provide fluids and cold towels every mile.  Barry was wearing a Mission cooling towel and arm cooling sleeves which when kept wet help manage core body temperature.  I was using standard issue hotel towel soaked in ice water.  I wore it for 30-60 seconds on average during beverage exchange and after I handed it back I could still feel the cold on my arms and shoulders for several minutes.

Stage 3 Run.  Photo credit:  Rick Kent

Eventually his stomach woes returned and the vomiting along with it.  By the second, third and 4th episodes his whole body shook as he expelled the unabsorbed fluids and he was left weakened and further dehydrated.  I held onto his hips for support as he leaned over the edge of the road puking, afraid he would fall headfirst down the cliff.  I kept telling him we had plenty of time to get to the finish before the cutoff.  At one point I gave him a predicted finish time if we maintained 15 minutes per mile (which was well over the pace he had been running).  I was happy to see that he was still in the game mentally when he corrected my math... reminding me that it was 52.4 miles, not 50.  (Note to self:  Don't play the numbers game with a CFO... he's better at numbers than you are.)  After each episode of vomiting, I tried to push fluids again knowing that he still had too far to go to NOT try.  Even if he only absorbed a little bit, it might be just enough to get us to the finish line.  I'm sure he was cursing me in his head as nothing sounded palatable this late in the game.

I didn't really start worrying about Barry's physical state until we got down to the last 5 miles.  Now when the urge to vomit came over him, nothing came up.  There were no fluids left in his system and the dry heaves seemed to take more out of him than vomiting.  With 4 miles left, he was too depleted to run so we walked.  Richie jumped out of the car to encourage him, and forever the comedian, ran by us wearing a pair of my runderpants with "Get Used to the View" across the rear.  I had packed them thinking that if Barry needed a little motivation, it might be enough to get him moving.  I imagined them on my own ass, not necessarily on that of Richie though we all got a good laugh and Barry claimed that this was something he couldn't unsee and made Richie get dressed before it made him sick again.  In Richie's defense, he could totally pull off the runderpants look.  I think if he were a triathlete, he could rock a speedo.

When we got to the final mile, and Barry's garmin told him he should already be done he wanted to stop moving.  He says he was joking when he asked to sit down, but there was some truth in the plea.  I kept encouraging him to keep moving, wanting him to get across that line and be done with the suffering.  We could hear Steve King announcing at the finish line for almost a mile.  Finally... finally, we rounded the corner into the parking lot and could SEE the finish banner.  I told Barry this was his moment.  As he ran the final couple of tenths into the finish chute, I dashed through the crowds of spectators to meet him on the other side and give him a big hug of congratulations.  He did it!!

As much as he wanted to go sit down, I made the crew gather for our finish line photo and I'm glad we did because it wasn't long and the finish chute turned into a real mess.  And by the time Barry recovered enough to move again, the finish banner and all evidence that anything had taken place was torn down.

Ultraman Finish!  Crew:  Richie, me, Johnna, and Wayne.   Photo credit:  Rick Kent
Day 3:  Run 11:29:41 + Day 1 + Day 2 = 28:47:17, 10th place overall.

We helped Barry over to the massage table.  I hopped into the ice bath and enjoyed some pizza and a beer while he was getting worked on.  Unfortunately his stomach didn't calm down in the hour after he finished and when he was done with his massage and lying on a towel on the ground we were looking at a very long night, possibly in the ER.  Richie and Johnna tracked down the medical personnel and explained that he had been vomiting for over 6 hours and not able to keep anything down.  They hooked him up with a liter of fluids, and a bit of dextrose to buy him some time until he could eat again.  With some fluids on board, we got him into the car, stopped for Gravol (potent ginger root) at the pharmacy and stocked up on Sprite which was the only thing he consumed for the next 16 hours.  By morning things seemed better and we enjoyed a late breakfast.

Nurse Johnna attending to the patient. 
    
Over the course of three days Ultraman strips you of everything not vital to survival.  You check your ego at the door prior to race day when you meet the athletes and crews that are joining you in this venture.  It is humbling to learn everyone's backgrounds and stories, and to see the amount of support surrounding each athlete.  There is a lot of love in a room filled with family and friends.  You learn to rely on others for support and help.  As someone who does everything herself, and has a hard time asking for help, I imagine this will be a huge learning experience for me one day.  It's tough to be vulnerable and rely on others for needs so basic as food and water.  Many athletes struggled at one point or another.  Whether it was getting though a nearly 6 hour swim, or dealing with heat and long miles on the bike.  Or gutting out a double marathon when you're puking your insides out.  When all you can do is put one foot in front of the other, minute by minute, you need to hear it's going to be OK and we'll get there.  It's comforting to know that your family is there, no matter what, and they've got your back.  They will make you laugh.  They will share your tears and pain.  And they will cheer the loudest when you finally make it across that line, whether it's under the time cutoff or 6 minutes too late.

As we sat through the awards banquet on Tuesday evening our emotions were on our sleeves.  We listened to story after story of trial and error, misstep and triumph.  Everyone had a different experience, but shared the same story.  The story where you have a dream, and work endlessly month after month (year after year), and eventually come together to make that dream come true.  This is the story I want to tell.  The story of Ultraman Canada 2016.

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In the days after Ultraman I messaged each of our team members for a little post race follow up.  In the aftermath, it's important to write down what you would have done differently, or what went really well so that you remember it for next time.  There are no lessons learned from inattention to detail.


Q&A with Rich Sawiris:

Richie, when were you asked to crew and what were you told your job would entail?

RS:  Some time after registering, Barry asked me to crew.  I was told my job would be technical and mechanical support for bike equipment and feed support.  I pretty much did what I expected.  I didn't expect to run, but I couldn't sit in the car anymore.

Would you crew again?  (Please say yes...)

RS:  I'm not sure about crewing again.  You'd have to ask me in a month or more after the pain wears off.

What would you do differently?

RS:  On the bike we got lucky with no mechanicals.  We just didn't have enough tools to repair a (real) mechanical.  Crew needs to be fed during long days when they are in the car.  Make sure there are no personality conflicts (among crew) or you're in for a very long weekend.    

And lastly, on a scale of 1-10, knowing you are missing the last data point, how certain are you that I am a unicorn?  (Please watch this video on YouTube for reference... this became an ongoing joke among our crew.  Seriously laugh-out-loud funny....)

RS:  I think you might be a unicorn, but mathematically it's impossible to be less than a 4-5 crazy with all the training you do.  This leaves tranny as an unfortunate but highly probably solution to the equation.


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Q&A with Johnna Plaga:

Johnna,  first of all, how did you get the nickname Trophy Wife (this is what Barry refers to Johnna as...)?

JBP:  (laughing) OK, remember the story I told you about at dinner where we divorced (briefly, many years ago) and then got back together?  The second wife is always the "trophy wife".  Just so happens that the second wife is the same as the first wife!  (Every couple has a Jerry Springer story, right??)

Ha!  Love it.  How did your responsibility on the crew change after your surgery?

JBP:  My responsibilities changed a lot due to surgery.  First I was less involved in the nutrition and planning of this race than I would normally have been.  I would have planned out all possible needs for food/ hydration, etc and that just didn't happen because I was going to the doctor or resting/ sleeping more than normal.  I also would have run with him on day 3 before surgery, it just wasn't in the cards after surgery.

How did the weekend compare to your expectations?  Was there anything that surprised you (good or bad) about Ultraman? 

JBP:  The weekend far exceeded my expectations.  I knew Barry would have a great swim.  I was worried he didn't believe in his cycling abilities, though he had a great IM CDA bike, so when he hung with the big boys on day 1 and 2 I was so happy for him.  I think it was a much needed mental shift for him-- he does have cycling legs!  Day 3 was harder for me because of the vomiting.  I did not expect this.  I expected walking and cramps, but not vomiting.  It was hard for me to watch, I think I am more emotional since surgery and it was hard to watch him suffer, especially since I helped him after CDA when he vomited for 36 hours.

I was surprised how much prep Richie put into knowing the bike terrain and mapping out where to feed/ water.  It was really helpful.  I don't think anything else (other than how I felt about Barry vomiting) surprised me at Ultraman.  It was good to see that crews were as helpful to each other and the athletes as I had been told they would be.

Having been through this, do you think next time would be easier?  Or more difficult.. knowing how much he's going to suffer?  And what would you do differently?

JBP:  I think the next time Barry does Ultraman it will be much easier.  First I will know not to sweat the small stuff, like missing Barry for the first flat.  After hearing stories from other crews about losing their athletes for hours, running out of food/ water/ ice/ etc.  One crew forgot to buy bottled water so they filled the cooler with water from a hose and the athlete complained it tasted like shit.  (The crew tasted it and confirmed it DID taste like shit.)  And one crew was no longer speaking to each other after the race.  So we batted 1000!  Second, I would be more prepared for nutrition, I like to have all options covered.  I hated possibly running out of chicken broth, which I wouldn't have even had if I hadn't bought it to make the rice!  There were no Tums in the medical bag, no organization in the cooler.  I would have had more than one cooler.  I would have had everything covered, listed, posted and re-organized each night so there is no guessing.  I would include more "real food" on the bike, and I will get Barry to practice it during training!  PB&J, boiled salted potatoes, etc.  Third (it will be easier) because I know the suffering will be temporary.

What things did you bring from California that you were happy you had, and what would you add for next time?  

JBP:   I was happy we brought the rice cooker and Nutri Bullet for protein shakes.  Cold bike clothes --cause you just never know!  (Note:  when it started raining on Day 1, the crew was frozen!!  Thankfully our athlete was kept warm by his effort.)  We had the recovery pants (which got used every night), extra bike shoes- which I originally thought was overkill!.  We had extra run gear and extra wheels, which came in handy.  We discussed bringing an extra bike, but short of the bike being crushed in a fall- which would have rendered Barry unable to ride- we knew Richie would fix any mechanical.  Next time, more tools for the bike (Richie mentioned some he wished he had), more variety for nutrition on the bike and run, and plenty of it.  Oh!  And good food for the crew!!!

Last question... do YOU ever want to do Ultraman?

JBP:  That weekend totally made me want to do Ultraman.  I am so far back in my fitness at the moment that it seems almost absurd, but it's on the list.  I spent 2013 with a torn calf muscle in January, a broken collar bone in March, 2 collar bone surgeries and 6 weeks on crutches in the fall with a tibial stress fracture.  I thought 2014 was going to be great- then heart surgery.  So I will be 55 years old probably before it is possibly a reality, but hey, better late than never.  I hope you saw Hillary's great talk on Mind Body Green- best advice ever- I intend to just keep showing up!

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Q&A with Barry Plaga:

Barry!!  Post race recap... How are you feeling physically after Ultraman?  Are you back in the swing of training?

BP:  I am feeling pretty good.  This week my legs feel a little tired.  I think the post race high has worn off, but it did last almost a week.  I ran 20 minutes this morning, and everything still works!  I think Hillary has me pretty easy this week.  She hasn't posted the weekend yet, so we'll see.  

Looking back, was there anything about the race that went better/ easier than you thought?  Or harder than you expected?

BP:  Looking back, everything went close to how I envisioned it.  Having done IM Canada (now Challenge Penticton), I knew the location and the setting so a lot of anxiety was not there.  I spent a lot of time during training and recovery thinking about the race, the day to day, the meals, the prep, etc, and I got pretty organized.  I was more nervous about packing than about racing.  I knew if I had everything I needed at the race, and in the car, Hillary would take care of the rest and I would be able to execute.  I thought everything went perfectly-- you guys allowed me to just stay in the zone, stay in the zone, stay in the zone.  

What would you adjust for next time?  ....There will be a next time, right?!?

BP:  The only thing I would change would be hitting me earlier on day 1 during the bike.  I probably could have drank two more bottles during the first hour.  Other than that, just a better breakfast.  My best morning meal is scrambled eggs, a little toast and some good Greek yogurt.  For next time, I would schedule more days off work to sleep and prep for the week coming up.  I was the walking dead some weeks, especially when run block and bike block collided into Big F'ing Block.  I think our CEO was a little pissed at me, but hey, I showed up on Thursday and hit our earnings call out of the park with wall street.  

In terms of next time... uh, uh, uh, YES I want to do it again.  I kind of wish I was doing Challenge Penticton this weekend.  I feel like I could do well.  Maybe that post race high hasn't worn off yet.  :-) 



All smiles at the finish.