Renewing Run

This is tough. But I think it’s also needed. Some friends will want to read, others will pass on. This last year has been a roller coaster for me personally. I’ve had lots of people ask if things are ok, where have I been, etc. I don’t talk about it a lot because there’s still lots of stigma attached. I have been battling with clinical depression and anxiety for the better part of a year. There have been other major personal challenges that I care not to get into as well. I had no longer felt the drive or desire to work out and compete in triathlons; which in hindsight probably contributed to my condition. With the help of friends I was able to seek medical advice and have been working on managing things.

I don’t mean to write this as a “woe is me” post. I’ve had plenty of those moments over the past few months, and appreciate those who stood by my side and helped me through. It’s amazing how life is full of challenges, we know there will be troubles, yet it always seems to blind side us. Well at least me anyway, your mileage may vary. Someone posted today about how in order for star to be born, a nebula has to collapse.star And it’s ok to crumble and collapse. It’s the sign of our birth, not our destruction. It got me thinking about where I currently am. Dissatisfied and out-of-order. I looked through some pictures of last year and remembered how things were and how I was in the best shape of my life. But then I let things go. Some voluntarily, others forced. But it’s time to move on. It’s time to let the collapse birth me into something new.

My commitment is to get back to where things were, and living a healthy lifestyle again. I know how to be there, but I forgot the path along the way. So I have to start somewhere, begin again. Breath, eat, walk. Live. I went for a run again this afternoon. It was sluggish, slow and sometimes painful. But it was the first step. I have to start again. I know the potential I have, and it’s far from where I currently am. Healthy living is not just a designation, but a journey. So I take these next steps knowing the pain, knowing it won’t be given to me freely. But I have to do it. It’s a challenge, and I will rise to the occasion.

Some friends have been beside me the entire journey and never left. Others have been pushed out inadvertently. It’s tough. It’s embarrassing. I don’t like the shell that I’ve slipped into. So I seek others to join me on the journey. Committing to living healthy lifestyles. Physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. I hope to see you along the journey. The road traveled solo is lonely. So when you see the tubby guy trotting down the street, or riding his bike. Just give a friendly wave. And know he’s out there trying. It’s not just about running and cycling, but living. And I intend to do it all.

To pretend to be better than you are is a hypocrite. To try to be better than you are is to be a hero.

Fit and Fat?

Fit versus Fat. Or is it? Is it possible to be fit AND fat? Unfortunately yes. Many experienced scholars have written on the subject (a few articles linked below), but I wanted to briefly touch on it. Why? Triathlon racing season is right around the corner for me and I’m a little fluffy. It’s common (and healthy) for athletes to gain a little weight in the off season. This fact was also multiplied for me post Houston Marathon.

Several members of Big Pistachio Racing Team were lamenting our off season weight. After finally stepping back on the scale, I knew it was time to get back to work. We quickly worked up a scheme to get our team ready for race and bikini season… “The Big Crackdown Challenge.” Everyone would begin by using a Bod Pod analysis from our friends at Castle Hill Fitness. Teams would be split male vs. female, based on total weight, lean muscle mass, and body fat mass percentages from start to end. A two month challenge and a way to support each other and meet our goals.

The odd phenomenon of fit and fat is perplexing.andrew bod pod For instance last week I logged 10 solid hours of training via swimming, cycling, running and weights. Today I went for my Bod Pod session at Castle Hill. It’s a pretty simple machine and a very quick test. It confirmed my fears, I’m fit and fat. I’m rocking a 22.4% body fat and it is the heaviest I’ve been in over a year.

I don’t want anyone to take my thoughts as demeaning to those who are trying to lose a lot of weight. That’s not my intent. In fact, when I was at my lowest (& will be soon) I have lost over 50 pounds. I have several friends right now who are mid-way through an incredible weight loss journey. It’s inspiring to watch them as well as look back on where I started several years ago.

Now that the numbers are in front of me I can’t shy away,bodpod data it’s time to get to work. Seriously. So back to the fat/fit thing… If I’m already logging close to my ‘max’ training hours right now, how then am I able to lose some additional fat? Simply put, this shows how important diet is versus exercise. There are quite a few little tweaks that I need to make to my diet in order to prepare myself for racing season. Staying closer to leaner proteins, more veggies, more controlled carb intake, less eating out and less beer. There are also no healthy shortcuts, I don’t need to skip meals or overestimate how many calories I’m burning. I’m excited to get it done as my fitness over the winter months has really taken off and I have some nice goals laid out for this year. I know a lot of you are on the journey with me, so what’s your story?

By the Numbers:

Fat-         22.5% 38.8 lbs
Lean-      77.5% 133.6 lbs
Weight- 172.4 lbs
Calf 14.5”, Thigh 23”, Hips 37”, Waist 36.5” (right around the handles), Chest 39”, Shoulders 46”, Bicep Relaxed 12.5”, Bicep Flexed 13.5”

Goals:

Weight- 155 lbs (-17 lbs)
Fat-         15.5% (-7%) as a side note I realize this is probably not likely unless I lose beyond 17 pounds. It would be virtually impossible to ensure all of my weight loss at this point is purely fat. But it’s a goal nonetheless to see what 15% would look like.

http://blog.trainingpeaks.com/posts/2013/2/21/how-important-is-a-low-body-fat-percentage.html
http://www.runnersworld.com/running-tips/can-you-be-fit-and-fat?page=single
http://triathlon.competitor.com/2012/06/nutrition/healthy-habits-of-fit-triathletes_56290

Houston Marathon Recap

It’s been quite the fall and winter for me. Both personally and with training. I opted to take a new job at the end of September. I was in need of more stability and less insanity. My family needed me to be present and not constantly traveling last-minute for work. With that change came a few added benefits. One major being that I no longer traveled for work. Which meant more time at home and with the family, and I would be able to finally capitalize on a consistent training schedule. I decided this would be the year that I would really tackle my key races. So I signed up with C4 Endurance Training. Coach Troy is a good friend and has tons of experience with marathons and triathlon, especially Iron distance so I thought it would be a great fit.

I had entered the lottery and signed up for the Houston Marathon backMarathonRightColumnLogo when it opened earlier in the year. I knew I wanted to target a sub 4 hour marathon to see where my fitness was. 4 hours sounds slow to the likes of some of my friends and uber athletes. But being my second full marathon it would be a great benchmark and a nice PR if I could hold it. Training went really well and the mileage started to add up quickly. It was nice having a coach to bounce questions off of and to truly not worry about what workout was next. I think there was only one workout I bombed and that was because I didn’t really understand what he wanted and didn’t ask. I used the Dallas 1/2 Marathon as a training run to test some of my fitness and goals for Houston. It was hard to hold back because I felt like I was in PR form for the 1/2 Marathon, but my ultimate goal for the off-season was the Marathon PR. The run went like clockwork with his plan. I continued to nail my long runs and even logged a total of 158 running miles in the month of December. Insane. And awesome because I was feeling good and knew I would nail my goals in Houston.

The wife and I opted to travel to Houston on Friday night and run the ABB 5k on Saturday morning.photo (9) I would use this as a very slow shakeout run, and my wife Jillian would go on to set her own PR for the 5k! Weather was typical miserable Houston humidity. A cold front was moving in that night with rain, but the million dollar question was when would it hit? We went to the Expo, got some swag, picked up a couple of gifts and had a nice lunch. It was great since we were staying at the Hilton which was the host hotel. Oddly enough, the elite runners were staying on our floor and we bumped into quite a few of them. For dinner that night we met up with Matt and his family for some pasta dinner. This would be Matt’s first full marathon and another friend of ours was going to pace him through the day. Our biggest concern was getting to the start line and it not be pouring rain.

Fast forward through me setting out my gear options and going through my pre-race routines. It was going to be a great day. The cold front had come in. My pace band was carefully marked with my nutrition/hydration strategy. I walked over to the convention center to drop my dry clothes bag. I had hoped I would run into Matt & Ryan but with 20,000 people that didn’t happen. I make sure everything is set and I head out to the start line. Wow. It’s windy (15-20mph). And cold (40 degrees). And yup, there’s the rain. It was a miserable walk to the starting corrals. Once I got on my corral, I though to myself “at least I’m surrounded with people as crazy as I am, we’ll all be miserable together.” Fortunately the wait for the start wasn’t horribly long, but it was a long 15 minutes standing in the rain. The gun went off and it was game time! The first goal was to start slow, not succumb to the hype and excitement of everyone around me. There would be a time to go fast, and I would pass lots of them. The first few miles were pretty darn miserable in the cold rain. We crossed an overpass before mile 1 and the chill just went straight to the bones. But sure enough the miles started clicking off. I passed the 5k checkpoint pretty much right were coach wanted me to. Time to pick up the speed a bit. Legs felt fine and I was finally starting to warm up. As I reached for my salt tabs, I didn’t feel them. In a moment of panic I figured they had fallen off. I told myself not to worry, I don’t need them and I can just drink more Gatorade. A few minutes later I reached around the front of my SPIbelt I felt the dispenser. It had just moved! Whew. Back on track. I chucked my gloves off at mile 6 since they were soaking wet and didn’t do any good. Another checkpoint down at the 10k. Pretty close to the goal, now time to turn in the true race pace and see what happens.

Around mile 8 I finally took off my rain poncho as most of the rain had cleared and my shirt was wet from sweat anyway.photo (10) I stuck it in the back of my shorts fearing that more rain would come. The 15k and 20k checkpoints came and went without much ado. When I arrived at the 13.1 halfway checkpoint, I was pumped. My time was 1:59:16. As long as I could at least match what I did for the first half I would meet my goal. But the goals didn’t stop there. We wanted a negative split. Prior to training with coach Troy a negative split was something like a unicorn to me. I’m sure they exist somewhere, but not around me. With his guidance and my prep work it was time to make it happen. Miles 15-18 were not so much fun. I was able to hold the faster pace but was suffering a bit as we were traveling into the wind some. I kept pressing on longing to see the 20 mile marker. Some say a marathon is two races- 20 miles and then trying to hold on to another 10k (6.2 miles). This can be fairly true as the mind starts to play some tricks on you. The plan was to open up a quick steady pace, then empty the tank the last few miles. As I picked up the pace a little more, I quickly realized that was going to be about it. There would be no insanely fast last few miles it would have to be just steady. I start to notice that I’m passing quite a few runners. Just like Troy said I would. This was crazy awesome. I was hurting and ready to be done and couldn’t believe I was actually pulling it off. Where so many runners had gone out to fast or emptied the tank early, I was making up time. Every second I went faster it was more time off that I would beat my goal by. I start to notice a bit of uncomfortable rubbing in my shorts, uh oh. For anyone who’s ever run you know that once you feel chaffing it’s too late. I apply a bit of lube on the run and know I’ll have to pay for that later.

As we reenter the downtown area my GPS goes haywire and drops the signal. I had been warned about that by others photo (11)who have run downtown Houston. I didn’t worry knowing that I just had to friggin’ run. I wouldn’t know what pace I was holding and it didn’t matter at that point. I give it everything I’ve got and round the corner near the hotel. One last turn and I was home. I could hear the cheers from TONS of people who had braved the cold rain to support their insane runners. I take one last glance at my watch and know that I’m going to come in at 3:55. Amazing feeling! I was so relieved! It’s hard to describe, but I felt justified for lack of a better word. I ‘felt’ like I had it in me but I wasn’t sure I could finally pull it out. I got my finishers medal, tshirt and beer mug and head off to get my dry bag. I can’t remember doing that in a race before but I felt like a million dollars after changing into dry clothes. I highly recommend it! I go find Jillian who gives me a huge hug and was almost excited as I was that I hit such a good time! With the excellent weather we decide to forego any finish line festivities and go get cleaned up in our warm hotel room. A quick stop for some fajitas on the way home and I was set. Time to recover.

By the numbers-

Finish time- 3:55:42
13.1 first half- 1:59:16 (negative split)
Overall place- 1,722 of 6,521
Average pace- 8:59/mile (6.6 mph)
During the final 4.5 miles I passed 269 runners, only 2 passed me.

2012 – A Year in Pictures

January- First Marathon

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February- New Tri Bike for my birthday!

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March- First trip overseas to Spain.

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April- First Tri of the year. Turned to Duathlon.

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May- Please be Kind to Cyclists rally to support human life at the Texas Capital.

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June- First trip to Hawaii.

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July- Spent the month outdoors with friends.

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August- Celebrated 10 year anniversary with my amazing wife.

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September- Texas Aggies first SEC game versus Florida. (& met Herbie!)

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October- Met cycling legend Jens Voigt.

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November-  Texas Tri Series finishers party with Big Pistachio Racing Team!

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December- Neck deep in marathon training, but still enjoying the little things and important things in life.

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TrainingPeaks Ambassador

I am a brand loyal kinda guy. When I find something that works, I stick with it and love to tell people about it. Hence the product reviews that I like to do on this blog. A while back TrainingPeaks posted information about opening up applications for their 2013 TrainingPeaks Ambassadors. I use their web based software and iPhone app daily. It’s where I track my workouts, trends, reporting, can enter my nutrition information, etc. Basically it’s a one stop repository for cycling, triathlon, running type people. So I entered.

Yesterday morning when I opened my email, I got word that I was in! TrainingPeaks AmbassadorI was one of 40 international Ambassadors who were selected from over 600 applicants to help spread the word about TrainingPeaks! After getting the chance to virtually meet some of the other ambassadors online yesterday, I can’t wait for 2013. It’s going to be a great opportunity to help educate others and learn a lot from some seasoned athletes and coaches that I’m joining. This is a unique opportunity and I’m humbled that I was part of the group selected.

You can read more about the team here. Look for bios from all the athletes to be posted over the coming weeks.

Kerrville Triathlon – Race Recap

It’s been a while that I’ve written a race report, and for a myriad of reasons. But after reading some of my friend’s recap of Kerrville, I thought I’d chime in.

The last few months were not how I had envisioned my Tri season wrapping up this year. Early in the season I had some great results, PR’s and personal course records. It was building up to be a great finish with the Olympic distance Tri-Rock Austin then the 70.3 Kerrville Tri.

As many athletes know, life can get in the way. Work became extremely busy with tons of projects in the queue. I also began traveling more, and irregularly for work. Once again I also hadn’t put to paper a solid training schedule. As I began building for the end of season races I found out that our office would be moving the weekend of Kerrville. Totally bummed. I tried to work it out with different scenarios, but there was no way I could make it work. So Tri-Rock Austin would be my season ender. Completely disappointed and mentally defeated I had a less than spectacular race.

Less than a week later we decided it was time for a life change. It had been way too hard on my wife and kids with my irregular travel and 12 hour days when I was at home. I had a couple of interviews and found a great job with a local company and no outside travel. My start day would be Sept 28th. That meant I could still race Kerrville. I hadn’t done the volume required for 70.3 but already had paid race fees and a hotel booked. So I downgraded my entry to the Quarter distance. This is a unique distance because it was a 1,000 meter swim, 29 mile bike, and 10 k run (I thought).

We packed up Saturday morning to head to Kerrville sans kids, picked up some rental wheels and enjoyed our drive to the hill country. Saturday was a bit hectic because you had to rack your bike after packet pickup as well as drop off a back for T2. The bag was really the challenging part. I wanted to have a bottle of cold NUUN and maybe my Trigger Point Cool Point, but that was impossible now.

I opted for a quick swim with my buddy Corris who had just purchased a wetsuit. I hadn’t been in the water very much lately, so it was good to warm up. Three families went out for dinner and we found a fabulous little local Italian restaurant. Let me tell you this place was great, and I’m sure they made their monthly number that night alone from all the tri geeks in town!

Matt & Corris were both racing the 70.3 so we decided to all ride together then allow the wives to come a bit later. My start time was about an hour after theirs. It was also odd because I was the absolute last wave to go out that day. My one thought was that I didn’t want to be the last person out of the water, and that I needed to make the swim cutoff. It was a very odd feeling for me, but after my swim time at Tri-Rock, it could be a reality.

There was some nasty drizzle while everyone was prepping T1. Knowing I had some racing wheels on my only thought was that I didn’t want the roads to be wet. I could handle the cold or the wind, but please no rain! I was shocked to find my bike moved in T1 when I arrived, and slammed between other bikes. But that’s how those things go…

It was kind of fun getting to watch all my friends start and finish their swim before I began. It also brought joy watching Andrea “Fish” and Jamie Cleveland exit so fast. Not just watching their expertise, but seeing the pain cave on their faces close up! It was time for my swim. I jump in, relax and the horn goes off. I stay to the outside these days as my speed sucks. First couple of buoys come and go, and I’m still mid to back of pack. Feeling good, but not wanting to force it. The pack slowly pulls away, but I notice a few racers still around me. Not too long later, I notice more kayaks than swimmers. Odd I thought… then I realized, I must be one of the final few swimmers. Crap. Reality sucked for a few minutes, but then I thought who cares if I’m last out? Enjoy the moment because it’s a blessing I’m able to be out there. Fortunately there were a few (maybe) swimmers behind me as I exited the water. It was a nice uphill climb to T1 and my bike.  I had made it through the swim, so all that was left was some fun!

The kind gentlemen with bikes next to me had knocked my shoes off the clips that held them open, so it took a little longer to get strapped into my shoes. Then I was off. The first 10-15 miles came very quick, and at a nice pace. Ease into it I thought, you want to truly RUN after this. After making the turn outside of town, I realized the pace was due in part to a nice tail wind. We were now faced with a headwind, and horrible chip seal asphalt. I continued to press on and pass tons of riders. It was a moderately flat course, with one ‘bump’ in the road. When I arrived, it was the only time I shifted to my small chain ring. There were at least 5-6 people walking their bikes up! As we approached town, it started to drizzle some more. My only thoughts were staying upright, and not crashing. I was still able to pass a few more riders.

Once we arrived back in town, it was awesome riding downtown with the crowds. There was a spot where those who were doing the 70.3 looped back in, so it was tons of fun. I arrive into T2 and head for my shoes. I grab my bag off the rack, throw on my shoes and visor, grab my NUUN and off I go.

The run was a very odd format of an out and back U shaped course. Twice for the Quarter’s and 4 times for the 70.3’s. This meant lots of traffic and getting to see the other racers quite a bit. Awesomesauce. I started at a pretty good pace, and felt ok. As I round the U shape, I arrive at the ‘offroad’ section. This was going to be a bit tougher than I thought. I slow the pace a tad to protect the heart rate and make sure I had gas for the final lap. My friend Troy Clifton powers past me. He was holding a steady 6:30 pace on his way to top age group finisher for the 70.3. As I make my way back on the first loop, I start to see more faces I know coming in off the bike. As I get back on the pavement I also encounter that head wind again. Great, ¾’s of each lap aren’t fun. I see some of our support crew as I near the turn point and smile and wave. As I turn I hear the announcer call my name and Big Pistachio affiliation J

Time for lap two. One of my mini goals was to literally run the entire run. I know it sounds silly. But the Olympic distance is somewhat of a beast in disguise. My legs are starting to feel fatigue. I drop the pace a bit, and tell myself just to make the turnaround point in the woods. Then I could walk 30 seconds at the water stop. I had the pleasure of getting to see Andrea & Jamie many times on the loops as well. Let me just say this. As nice of a guy that Jamie is, I would not want to run down face to face with him. There are people who have hard core game faces, and he’s one of them. I hit the turn and walk while grabbing some water briefly. Okay this is it, time to finish strong. Only 1.5 miles left. The legs were feeling the pain, but I pressed on. As I got to the asphalt again I received warm comments from Adam and Matt about looking good and finishing strong. I get closer to the crowds and notice the 6 mile marker. Only .2 miles to go! I try to pick up the pace. Wow, that was a really really long .2 miles. I hit the finish and I’m done. Wow, what an event! I find my wife and several friends at the finish. Later on as the times get posted I notice the official run distance was 6.4. No wonder it felt so long after 6 miles!

All in all it was a great event. High Five and Jack & Adams continue to solidify who knows how to run a Triathlon. It was awesome to meet lots of athletes from Houston, Corpus and San Antonio who all came in for the race. I was able to meet several of my mini goals and have now ended tri season on a much happier and healthier reflective note. Now it’s time to get in full gear for the Houston Marathon.

Notes for the off-season- Swim. Get swim lessons from Fish. Run faster. Get a coach. Nut Up.

Ironman 70.3 Austin Recap

I have had lots of thoughts swirling in my head following the 70.3 Ironman Austin race on Sunday. But due to the lactate still swirling through my veins and lack of sleep I’m having trouble actually getting them out in a coherent fashion. So bear with me as I’ve taken all week to collectively finish this post and recap!

Pre-Race

While it was nice being local for a big race, it also meant still getting up at 4am to get some breakfast, prep and drive down to the race site. We had dropped off our kids with my parents the night before so Jillian could join me for the day. We were out the door shortly after 5 on our way to Decker Lake. As we arrived there was already a large number of athletes, spectators and volunteers at the site. We got parked and found Matt & Nikki right away. We made our way to T-2 in order to drop off my run gear bag. We loaded on shuttles and headed towards the lake. I got my body markings and was off to T-1 to finalize my preparations for the day. I borrowed an air pump, mixed my bottle of Perpetuem, applied sunscreen, and made sure everything was in order. Restrooms were definitely an issue on race morning as every set had long lines. Being a guy I was able to venture off on a warm-up run and take care of things pretty easily. We met up with Troy and Corbin who were also racing. The wives picked out a good spot to spend for the swim portion.

Swim

I was very unimpressed with how the swim waves were scheduled for this race. Normally they lead with pro’s and go in age group order after that. I have also seen where they seed ‘faster’ age groups towards the end in order to give everyone the most time on course. I couldn’t really make out how they decided on waves for this race because I was one of the last, yet the 30’s males were mid-way through the waves. I had been telling myself for several days not to worry about it, because there wasn’t anything I could do about my 8:25 start, it just meant I would have to pay extra close attention to electrolytes and fluids. It was cool having the canon send off the pro’s then seeing Michael Raelert lead the men out of the water. One by one the waves kept going, and it wasn’t long before I was on deck. I hugged and kissed my wife one last time and got set. I spent a minute of prayer and quiet reflection before heading in the water. I’m notoriously slow in the water, so I did my usual count to three after the gun before swimming. Depending on the course, I like to stay a little towards the outside as to avoid uber chaotic swims. It worked pretty well this time as I didn’t have to battle with a lot of folks. It felt like forever before we finally hit the first turn in our giant triangular swim. The back side of the course seemed to move a bit quicker. I felt like I was holding a pretty steady pace and could tell there were still some of my age group around me although I could see the caps of the wave behind me already. I didn’t go so great on spotting for some reason and really did some nasty zig zags almost the whole course. There was a couple of times that a kayaker pointed me back on course. As I got close to the end, there was noticeably more traffic as we were squeezed in a smaller place to exit the water.

T-1

I was on dry land! What relief! As I ran up towards the wetsuit strippers (which was freaking awesome by the way) I scanned the crowd for the pink shirt of my wife and spotter her near where I got my wetsuit yanked off. I continued on into transition, applied some additional sunscreen, put my bike shoes and helmet on, and I was off.

Bike

As I crossed the mount line and got on my bike, I knew something was wrong immediately. There was mud in my cleats preventing me from clipping in. Not again I thought! We had the same problem last weekend during the LIVESTRONG Challenge. I made it about a mile before stopping and grabbing a stick to get some of the dirt out of my right cleat. I got it clipped in and continued. My left foot however would still not clip in. I danced on the pedals and decided I would stop on the back side of the lake because I wanted to get out of some of the heavy traffic. I kept working my cleat, and it finally clipped in around mile 5. The first 5 miles had flown, most likely due to the fact I had to deal with my clipping in issue. I finally got settled in and played yo-yo around Decker Lake with a couple of other athletes. Before getting to the first major checkpoint, I looked at my stats and was fairly pleased averaging 17.1 mph. The plan was to take it easy for the first 30 minutes or so to settle in. Mission accomplished. I turned up the pace a bit after grabbing a Gatorade bottle from the Tough Cookies at the first aid station. I made quick work of the next section which had most of the ‘rollers’ for the course. When I checked my average next it was 19.2! I was feeling great and almost halfway done with the course. As I turned south suddenly things changed. Part of my accelerated time had been due to a solid south/southeast wind. I knew my average speed would suffer some from this point out. What I didn’t expect was how bad it would. I’m still not really sure what happened but from that point forward on the bike course I really suffered. I wasn’t able to pick up a quicker pace and it was a slow grind in, much more so than should have been. I kept on my nutrition and hydration plan and opted for a pit stop after about two hours to use a port-o-potti. I thought it would be better to take a quick break on the bike and recover than have to do it on the run. While there I popped some endurolytes and another racer asked if I had any extra as she had dropped her container on the course. Knowing it was a long day, and I had a separate container for the run I helped her out. The return section of the course was mostly flat and through our training rides determined it would be a great place to pick up some speed & time. However with the cross S/SW wind we had, it made it very difficult. I still managed to pass a few more riders on hills before heading into transition.

T-2

I shuffled my bike into transition and made the long jaunt to the other side of the racks where my assigned spot was. I had originally liked the spot, but after realizing I had to trek my bike all the way across, I was less enthused. I racked my bike and got my run gear out. I had made the decision several weeks ago that I would put on compression socks in T-2 in order to get a ‘fresh’ feeling in my legs for the run. They went on easy enough, along with my awesome Brooks PureProject Flow shoes, I grabbed my visor and was on my way.

Run

As I left transition I scanned the crowd desperately looking to get a glimpse of my wife. I didn’t see them in the turn-around where I thought they would be. Slightly deflated I continued up the hill where there were tons of spectators. Not long after cresting, I spy the pink shirts and hear some screams. I was elated to see the cheering squad! I gave them a big wave and a smile as I set out to complete the 13.1 mile run. I knew it would be a long afternoon because my quads were already feeling tweaky. I settled into a descent pace and hoped it was just the initial transition for the discomfort. After almost a mile my legs felt a little better. However the near 90 degree temperature did not. Aid stations were supposed to be every half mile, but during the first of three laps I discovered two stretches that were almost a mile before stations. At each stop I would get Gatorade, ice water and dump ice down my shirt. Let me tell you, ice down the shorts have NEVER felt better than I did on that run during the heat! There were cold sponges at some of the stops which I stuck in my top to hold some cold water. It was very apparent that the name of the game would be trying to keep my core temperature down as much as possible. I opted to get some coke at a couple of the stops for a quick pick me up as well. Although I took in a lot of fluids on the run yet still felt like I needed to drink more. I liked the 3 lap option because it let me spend some time with my wife more on the run. When I was completing the second lap she walked with me for a bit to check on me. I told her I was hot and my legs were cramping some. She said “it’s just hot out, you’re ok, only one more lap, you’ve got this!” I told her what my pacing was and she would see me inside the arena at the finish. The final lap was much harder than I had hoped. Before the race, my plan had been to try and hold 9-9:30 minutes for the first two laps and then see what I had left to open up on the third. That was not the kind of day I was having. It quickly became a game of finishing. Mile 11 was extremely tough. I had been taking walk brakes on the rest stops. But most of mile 11 saw me walking due to my calf cramping so bad that my toes curled in my shoes. I kept pressing on, just excited to finish the day. Nothing would get in the way now. There was quite a bit fewer people on the third lap and most were taking extended walk breaks. When I hit the mile 12 sign I decided it was time to finish strong. I picked up the pace and pressed on to the arena. It seemed like the longest mile of my life, but finally rounded the corner preparing to enter the arena. I could feel the cool breeze of the A/C pouring out of the opening and the dark shade approaching. Spectators were lined deep on the arena floor and the air was filled with cheering. I hear the announcer yell my name and I’m overwhelmed with emotions.

Post-Race

I cross the finish and darn near collapse in a volunteer’s arms as my legs wield one final big cramp. Another volunteer puts a finisher’s medal on me and hands me a hat. I see Matt, Troy & Corbin all cheering and hear my wife yelling my name. A volunteer asks if I need to go to medical. I decline and say that my legs were just cramping. The boys give me lots of smiles and congratulations and I get a big hug from my wife. Let’s just say that isn’t normal. I’ve been racing for almost 7 hours and soaked with sweat and water. Any wife will tell you it’s less than desirable to touch someone after that! They all ask what I need anything- water, medical, oxygen, etc. I get some water and slowly walk to the med tent to see if they’ll give me oxygen. They were pretty swamped so I opted out and got my name on the waiting list for massage. I find a picnic table and sit down with Jillian for a few minutes. I’m overcome with emotions. I had no idea what this kind of race would do to someone, both physically and emotionally. Everything finally settles down and we decide as a collective group to hit up Pappasito’s for post race recovery/celebration since it was Tanya’s birthday as well. Let me tell you I’ve never enjoyed it so much. I had to wrestle with internal conflict about finishing and the time it took me. I had expectations and planning on finishing about 45 minutes earlier than I did. Race day during long distance events is a horse of another color. You can plan, but there’s no telling what will really happen on race day. Playing back everything, I felt I gave it my all. And on that particular day, during that particular race, I did what I could and there wasn’t anywhere that I could have made up more time. I’m proud to have notched my belt with 70.3 and look forward to the next race.

By the numbers-

Total Time- 6:57:48
1.2 mile swim- 48:46
T1- 6:17
56 mile bike- 3:28:39
T2- 7:15
13.1 mile run- 2:26:52

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