Monday, June 10, 2013

Italy 70.3: Race Report

I am checking in from Italy, about 24 hours after my first European race, Ironman 70. 3 Italy. We are currently driving from Pescara to Tuscany. I will be in Munich Wednesday and Thursday, but return to Tuscany for a little mini-training camp starting on Friday! Before I get into the details of the race, I would just like to thank everyone who followed me on race day and I am sorry that I could not walk away with a better result. I am deeply disappointed and will let that fuel my training and future racing.


Checking in the bike



Enjoying the day before the race


Race day started out as usual. However, the race did not start till 12pm though, so the pre-race routine was a little bit different. I had my usual breakfast, only twice, and the morning was much more relaxing than normal and included a lot of waiting around. At 12pm it was VERY hot and equally humid. Much much more so than I had experienced in Florida 3 weeks prior. This was not expected as the weather had been forecast to be high teens to low 20s. By the time the race started it was a scorching 30 degrees, but with the humidity it felt much much warmer.


Race morning


Warm-up: I warmed up as usual, with some activation exercises, some swim tubing and some PowerBreath to warm up the lungs. I got in about a 10 minute swim warm up and I was feeling good. We were called to line up on the beach about 20 minutes prior to the race start. They didn't let us get in the water again until 10' to start. I was just stifling standing on the beach in my wetsuit for 10 minutes. We finally got into the water and the cool water was a welcome relief. We swam out the race start, which was just past the breakers and about 400m away from the beach. The first thing I noticed while we waited for the gun to go off was the HUGE rolling waves. Was this good, because I'm a strong swimmer or was is bad? I didn't have too much time to think about before the race started.

The Swim: The male and female Pros started all together in this race and as soon as the gun went off, I was immersed in the usual washing machine that consists of various limbs, kicking and punching to make the lead pack. I don't panic when this happens anymore, I just put my head down and go as hard as I can. However, what was incredibly frustrating was that every time I almost got close to a pair of feet a huge wave came and pushed me back. This happened several times in the first 5 minutes and eventually I couldn't waste anymore energy trying to surge for the feet ahead and I settled into a more manageable pace. No one was around me as I battled the huge waves that crashed into me one after another. I had no idea was position I was in, no idea if I was swimming well (it was survival swimming), I even questioned whether I was heading in the right direction! It felt like forever before I was finally inside the breakers again and into calmer waters. I followed the buoys into the shore...but as I approached the beach there were tons of people in the water, blocking the swim exit! I thought I had gone off course and started swimming back the way I came, before a volunteer helped direct me towards the beach. I did dolphin dives until it was too shallow and then ran through the water to the exit. Wow! That takes a lot out of your legs. Eventually I made it onto the beach and ran towards my bike. I had never seen so many people at a race. There must have been thousands of people cheering me on. I didn't know what place I was in, but I though I heard a lot of "tres" somewhere in the mix of cheers. I had a huge smile on my face. My transition couldn't have gone better and eventually I was out on the bike.

The Bike: I started off on the bike and I felt a little big sluggish. The combination of the hard effort I had to put in to survive the swim, the heat and the effect of the water running and long run through transition were taking their toll. My heart rate was soaring close to 190...somewhere it very rarely gets to on the bike. Usually my heart rate is pretty high (never that high!) coming out of transition and then it quickly drops within the first 15km. This was not happening today...I took in a gel, downed about 500mL of fluid...and finally I started to feel a bit better at around 15km. I think the eventually 2nd place finisher caught me at that point as we were climbing a steep grade. She was much stronger so I let her go. Soon after another girl caught me, but we were closer in speed and we rode together for the next 15km. She was stronger on the uphills, but I was stronger on the downhills and the flats. I was handling the switchbacks very well for me: keeping my weight back in the saddle and on the pedals, not breaking during the turns. This was the most enjoyable part of the race. It was still hot going uphill, but the downhills were cooler and allowed for much needed recovery. At the first aid station, about 30km into the race, I was in 4th place. I knew that I needed to cool my body temperature. I grabbed a bottle and poured some on myself and then went to fill my aero bottle. This is when everything came crashing down, literally. I have no idea how it happened, maybe I hit a pothole or maybe I just lots balance...but one minute I was filling my aero bottle and the next I was sliding along the surface of the pavement with my bike on top of me. It's weird what your muscles can do to protect your bones. I felt my hamstrings, glutes and calves all seize up...like they were cramping...probably as some sort of protection mechanism. I stood up and felt pain, but I could still walk. I checked the bike...two fully inflated tires and the handlebars were pointed straight forward. I could shift and brake and there didn't appear to be any damage to the bike, other than a few scrapes, . I guess my muscles protected the bike in addition to my bones :) I was a bit wobbly for a few minutes after getting back on the bike...I stopped and started a few times...and watched as the 5th and 6th place female passed me. I probably lost only a couple of minutes before I was back in race mode. Carefully descending the next set of switchbacks. Could I make it another 60km? I honestly remember very little of the remainder of the bike. I remember trying to grab fluid at the next water stations and pouring on myself and my wounds. I remember seeing another bike on the side of the road, with a girl being helped by ironman support. I remember the roads were full of puddles in the last 30km - I think it did rain at one point. I remember realizing with 20km to go that I had no fluid left in my bottles. It must have fallen out when I fell. It is all a complete blur. I have no idea how I road my bike in that state. When I got to transition I felt like giving up, but seeing all the spectators and my family cheering I thought I should at least attempt the run.

The run: I hobbled through transition and out onto the run course. My hip was tender and I was very thirsty. I was really hoping for an aid station coming out of transition as I had not had any fluid for about 40 minutes. I had no such luck. It wasn't until 2km into the run that I could get some water. I was done at this point...my hip was aching and my heart rate was soaring. I managed another 3km and to somehow run my way into 5th before I saw my family and collapsed in Rikki's arms. I just could not go on.

Overall, I am very happy with my swim and even my bike split. Both showed my improved fitness from last year. The fact that I could still have a strong bike (6th!) and was in my state is very exciting. I am also happy that I have experienced crashing and a DNF. Both were a learning experience. I know I need to practice bottle exchanges now :) More importantly, if I were to crash in a future race I know what I would do differently. Mainly, I would check that I had enough nutrition! A DNF comes with a very horrible feeling. The feeling of letting yourself down, of letting all your supporters down, the fear that you aren't good enough or strong enough. That is a feeling I want to avoid at all costs in the future and I think that will make me a better, smarter and stronger racer.

Stay tuned on twitter and here for reports on my mini-vacation to Munich and my Tuscany training camp. Thank you for reading and endless thank you to my coach, my family, my RMT (Diego) and my sponsors: Turner-Tomenson Wealth Management, Raymond James Financial, WattsUp, eLoad sports nutrition (so sad my eLoad spilled all over the road, yesterday), Urban Athlete, OUTWET High Technology, Enduro Sport (the P3 is indestructible and fast!).


My indestructable Cervelo P3 still looks good



Post race scars: Swollen hip and scraped thigh



Post race scars: elbow



Post-race day breakfast...mmm



Twirling on the beach in Pescara, forgetting my worries



Last glance at the beach. Looking forward to smarter races.


Thursday, June 6, 2013

Italy Ironman 70.3 Pre Race Report #1

It is day 3 of my European adventure and I have lots to report. Mamma and I left Toronto on Monday, June 3, a little behind schedule (close to 5:30pm) on the Alitalia flight direct to Rome. The flight was pretty smooth...except maybe for the fact that the hot water on the plane wasn't working so there was no tea or coffee (there was free wine, though!). Other than having no hot water, everything was great. We got pillows and blankets, I had a great playlist to listen to, some episodes of White Collar downloaded on my laptop and lots of exciting thoughts in my head. The 8 hour flight went by in a blink and before we knew it we were in Rome and I was re-united with my bike. This is always the biggest relief when I travel to all these places. The moment I see my big grey IronCase labelled with my big orangy red Quantas sticker (a keepsake from my travels to Australia) my stress level goes from extreme to non-existent. We then set out to rent a car... unfortunately the Audi A1 they wanted to give us would not fit a bike so we upgraded to an Auda A4 hatchback...not too shabby! Once we figured out how to turn the car on - these fancy cars are quite strange to operate. It doesn't require a key, but a key fob. It wouldn't start until Mamma put her foot on the brake..and it turns off whenever she is stopped for longer than a few seconds...haha. Eventually we made it out of the airport parking lot and were on the Autostrada headed to Pescara. The drive was just beautiful! Two and a half hours of driving and we were at the hotel. Check-in went well and it didn't take long before we were all unpacked and looking for something to eat. Well, I learned something very valuable about Pescara...all the restaurants that had been recommended by the hotel manager were closed from 3:30pm - 8pm! It was 3:30pm and we were famished and so tired. So, we walked around in a bit of a daze for the next 30 minutes looking for food...and eventually settled on some food from a cafe. A bocconcini, arugula and tomato sandwich for me and some sparkling water. Completely refreshing. We were both in bed by 7pm and slept until 7am the next day!


View from the plane



More sights from the plane



On the road to Pescara


Day 2 started out in true Miranda/Mamma fashion. "Where had we parked the car again?" Luckily, Mamma was the one who remembered and we got in the car to drive to the pool. Now, the pool was 3.3km away, but didn't actually have an address...so it was kind of a guessing game where it actually was. That fact, combined with the fact that it was Pescara rush hour and the driving philosophy here seems to be "stop sign? what's a stop sign?" and "no, pedestrians don't have the right of way" ... and we got to the pool a good 40 minutes later (lucky to be alive!). The pool was amazing. It's called Le Naiada and has an outdoor Olympic size pool and 2 25 meter pools indoors. Lane swim was only available in the indoor 25m pool, but just being in such a facility was very exciting for me. I did an hour long swim while Mamma went for a run along the beach. Next, we risked our lives and drove home. We stopped at the supermarcato to get some staple foods for me: bananas, peanut butter, rice crispies cereal, granola, milk, bananas and water. Now, they had about 20 flavours of nutella, but no peanut butter! Oh dear! I sent Rikki an email ASAP to bring some in his suitcase when he arrives on Saturday. Later in the day I did a 45km bike ride...I was a bit nervous given the traffic situation and I was right to be, as I have never had so many near death experiences in such a short time frame! Cars were running stop signs, swerving in front of me and braking, passing incredibly close to me and driving in the wrong lane! I think I actually felt one car on my shoulder. But I survived and got to take in some memorable scenery! The route I chose took me along the gorgeous beach and up some rolling hills that overlooked the towns on the sea and some of the farms inland. After my ride I did a short and quick 10 minute run and felt great! I finished the day quite pleased with the trip so far.


Coffee in Pescara



Biking in Italy



More views from the bike



Dressing nice for dinner


Day 3 began bright and early as Mamma and I attempted to beat the traffic and drive the Italy 70.3 Bike course. We drove 23km to the first town on the route, Pianella. We parked there and I rode for an hour on the next 25km of the bike course and Mamma went for a run. There was a shortcut from about km 45 on the bike course back to Pianella, so I was able to loop back to where we parked the car and do a short run. My running felt even better than the day before and my heart rate was super low for the pace I was holding. All good signs...let's just hope it continues feeling good to race day! Then we got back in the car and drove the last 45km of the bike course. It is a very technical course, with 3 pretty steep descents involving switchbacks...On my ride I did get to descend one of these steeper sections. I know that on race day I will be a little more gutsy, but when you are riding alone and there is traffic brushing you on the shoulder and you never know when a car is going to come rushing out of a hidden intersection this descent was quite scary. I spent too much time on the brakes, for sure! After arriving home, Mamma and I had cappucinos (they are THE BEST in Italy) and then headed to the beach. We spent most of our day there today...relaxing and napping. I did get in the sea for a 30 minute swim. The water is the perfect temperature...not to hot so that you get warm in a wetsuit, but not too cold so that you want to get out quickly. It was relatively calm, but wavy enough to give a better swimming a bit of an advantage. Plus, the salt water definitely adds some extra buoyancy! I am really looking forward to the swim on Sunday. After the swim we had some amazing pasta! The food here tastes so fresh and is so yummy. (Not that I don't miss my Tim Horton's muffins :)


Driving the bike course



Sights from Pianella



View from the beach (what's with my expression!?)



Pre-swim look



Warming up with some swim tubing



Lunch time!



Best smelling flowers ever, and they are all over!


So that is everything so far! I will report back on Saturday with a few more details and some more pictures. Rikki, Papa, Bianca and Thatcher arrive on Saturday. Can't wait!!!

Monday, May 20, 2013

Ironman 70.3 Florida: A Big Step Forward

Heading down to Florida for the Ironman 70.3 I was pretty excited. I was fresh off a successful race in St. George, well rested, and ready to go. The pro start list was much more competitive than I had imagined, with triathlon superstars like Mary Beth Ellis, Jo Lawn, Sarah Piampiano, and other well known Pros in attendance. However, rather than scare me, this got me a bit excited - I would get a good group to swim with, which would set me up nicely going into bike. Before I saw the start list, my goal was to podium, but after realizing that wasn't as realistic I just decided that my goal would be to stay with the girls on the bike for as long as possible. Since a goal should be quantifiable, I decided on 45km. If I could stay with the girls for that long on the bike then the race was successful. Start small, right?

I arrived in the sunshine state mid-day on Thursday. Ironman was amazing and had rented a house for some of the Pros for the race. I was the first of my house mates to arrive. The house was perfect: in a VERY quiet neighbourhood, with a big kitchen, eating area, living room and pool. I got a quick run in and unpacked my bike before the others arrived. Callum and his girlfriend, Danielle, were next too arrive. Callum was a male Pro from New Zealand. Later, and after I was asleep, Sam Betten from Australia got in. Jose, from France, arrived on Friday.


The big house



The pool



Patio by the pool



Me in the pool :)


Being in the same house with other pros, who were far less uptight than me, made the whole pre-race routine a lot less stressful. Each of them had been competing for almost a decade and were completely laid back. Their sarcasm and sense of humour was a nice break from the normal seriousness of the days that lead up to most of my races. I still made sure to eat the right foods (not sure that Callum's pre-race diet of Hershey's chocolate and coke would have worked as well for me - although it was tempting), get enough sleep and make sure I was organized, but I found I was much more relaxed than normal before a race - I owe that to my room mates. The best moment leading up to the race was seeing Rikki walk through the front door on Saturday, completely unexpected. Since I met him in 2006 he has never surprised me to that extent!


The beach and site of the swim start



Driving the bike course


Pre-race Pasta Dinner

Race day started off like any other race. The race in St George allowed me to dust away all the cobwebs that had accumulated during the off-season. I was quite at ease before the race start. I did double-back to my bike before transition closed to make sure my neighbours didn't rack their bikes on top of mine, like in St George!


Heading to transition, race morning


The swim took place in Lake Eva (water temp 82C, non-wetsuit). I love non-wetsuit swims, not just because I am a strong swimmer, but because it makes the weak swimmers weaker and they don't catch me as quickly on the bike. Plus, I love my BlueSeventy swim skin...pretty sure it has invisible buoyancy built into it! At 6:35am, the Pro women were off. I positioned myself near Nina Kraft, who was also a strong swimmer who I knew I could stay with. She was fast off the start though and a pack came between me and her. That was fine though, as it still gave me some feet to follow. Unlike in St. George, where I was leading the pack and not saving an ounce of energy, I was able to save some energy drafting off a large pack of about 6 girls. As we rounded the last buoy I gave a big kick and caught up to Nina Kraft. I stayed there until the end of the swim and exited the water in 5th position. I swam a 26:07 and crossed the first timing mat at 26:15, which is a very good time for me. I stayed on Nina's heels as we ran through a long transition to our bikes. I couldn't afford any rookie mistakes this time with the large group of girls just seconds behind me. I stripped my swimskin off, had my KASK helmet on and had mounted my P3 with no errors and still in 5th position. Small success!

The bike was pretty technical to start, with 5 turns in the first few kms, but I practiced this part of the course in the days leading up to the race, and was confident about the turns (and having new brakes, was an added confidence booster). I am happy to report that I did not get passed on the turns! A huge accomplishment for me! I will take a few moments to share some valuable advice about taking corners (most from my coach and some added tips from myself): approach the turn wide and take a straight line through the turn, coming out wide on the other side. Lean into the turn and keep your outer leg straight and the inner leg bent (knee up), with all the weight on your outer leg pressing into the pedal. It is OK to brake as you approach the turn, but not during the turn. And you can use the little bit of rest in your legs to really push hard for a few seconds coming out of the turn and regain momentum. If there is someone following you who is a bit weaker on the turns, then you might be able to drop them. At the very least, having good cornering technique will prevent you from getting dropped. Plus, good corners don't take any extra energy, so it's a good technique to master. Anyway, back to the race details! I managed 5km into the bike and was still with a big pack of about 5 girls. We were working as a group (closely followed by the race official) and taking turns at the front and dropping back, out of the draft zone, when we were passed. Last year, I would have been able to stay with the group for about 10km (if at all), before I was dropped. Staying with the group required 30s to 1 min of intermittent surges of power (to pass), then a steady hard effort to pull the group, and then a bit of a rest when passed and a base effort to keep up once outside of the draft zone. Last season, I just didn't have a high enough power at base effort to stay with the group once I was passed. Our group grew to 7 women, as we caught the 3rd girl out of the water, Dede Griesbauer, and Jo Lawn caught up to us. Unfortunately, Dede was stung by a bee and had to drop out of the race. My best wishes go to her for a speedy recovery. I was able to stay with the group for 30, 45, 60km. I definitely was doing my share of the time at the front and I was a little bit worried what that would mean for my legs at the start of the run. The last 30km was especially tough. The "zip" in the legs was gone and I barely had enough to surge and pass when it was my turn. I focused on digging deep and searched for motivation during that final third of the ride. I thought of things like "I've come this far", I sung motivational songs in my head and I thought of all the people who offered well wishes for the race - I wanted to race hard as a thank-you for their support. I guess I did a good job of finding some of that inner motivation, because somehow my legs took me back into T2 in 6th position (2:22:36), just seconds out of 3rd place. I had a really good T2 and actually started the run as 3rd female, with an awesome volunteer on her bike leading me along the run course.

The run was HOT and a lot harder than I expected. My legs were heavy and I was worried. I made it 1km, before Mandy McLane had caught up to me and passed me. Her passing me coincided with the start of the 2 big hills on the course (which I would have to complete 3 times on this looped routed). This was a double dose of discouragement. I had no idea how I would survive the run at this point. I was just settling on being satisfied with whatever the outcome of the race was, because I had achieved my goal on the bike, when, somehow I started to feel good again. At this point, I took a chance and dared to look at my pace on my running watch. To my surprise, I was actually running at a sub 4'10/km pace, which was right on target. Not so bad, I thought! I figured so long as I focused on my nutrition (Berry eLoad Gels, water & salt tablets in a little gel flask) and stayed cool with water from aid stations I might be OK. Near mile 3 though, Jo Lawn caught me. We ran together for the next few miles. This was the most fun of the run. Yes, at one aid station Jo took ALL the nutrition and I got no water ( I did the same to her at the next aid station), but I was later told "this is part of the game". Anyway, It felt good to really run with someone in a race. I even pretended to be Leanda Cave and that Jo Lawn was Mirinda Carfrae in Kona last year! :) Unfortunately, Jo managed to drop me about halfway through the second loop (need some work on being a Leanda). This was when the heat of the day really started to get to me. At each aid station I dumped water on my head, poured ice down my tritop and took in as much water as I could. I barely made it from one aid station to the next without feeling woozy. Just before the start of the last loop I managed to pass another girl on the run and this was exactly what I needed. A little achievement to lift my spirits, which got me onto the last loop and up and over the last 2 big hills of the race. But, in the last few miles, everything was a struggle. I FINALLY understand it when I read stories from Chrissie Wellington or other champions about how they had to dig deep within themselves to continue to push through the pain that would make the average athlete just give up. All my muscles were screaming at me to walk or to take a detour to the lake and just dive in to cool off. Before this race I was never able to fight what my muscles were telling me to do. If I felt bad I would do poorly - I wasn't able to fight it. But I REALLY didn't want that happen today. So I dove deep into my emotions and I used the last loop of the run as an outlet for all my frustrations in life, my fears and my stresses. This passion was just the fuel that I needed, since my muscles would provide no more. Yes, my pace slowed, but I still was able to cross the line with a run split of 1:29:33 and in 4th position (4:22:35). A new PB and way over and above my goals or expectations!


Starting the 3rd loop of the run (showing off my nutrition!)



Running to the finish, so happy I made it!


This was the hardest, but most successful race of my career. Not only because of my placing, but because I was finally able to, as my coach puts it, "push to a point of pain and suffering that the average athlete can't even imagine". This, he says, is what differentiates the Pro from the age group athlete. I have been able to do this a number of times in training, but never for as long a time as during the race.


Showing off the hardware on the podium (Left to Right: Lisa Ribes, Me, Jo Lawn, Mandy McLane, Mary Beth Ellis)


Thank you so much to all of my sponsors and supporters, who continue to be a crucial part of my success! This includes my coach, family and friends, Turner-Tomenson Wealth Management, Raymond James, WattsUp (the support from all the athletes is so awesome, thanks for all the messages of support!), Enduro Sport (awesome job installing my new brakes!), eLoad Sports Nutrition (wouldn't have survived the heat without them!), Urban Athlete, Diego Ricetto (amazing pre-race massage!), KASK helmets, Fitt1st/Outwet High Technology Clothing, Blue Seventy, Ironman staff (especially Heather Fuhr) and the race officials and directors and the volunteers (you had so much work to do on Sunday). Lastly, thank you to the girls that worked with me on the bike! You are all amazing athletes.


Housemate, Sam, post race



The 4 survivors of a TOUGH race! (Left to Right: Jose, Callum, me, Sam)