Weird & Wild World: Draft-legal Triathlon

I finally did it! I got the chance to do a real life draft-legal triathlon! It may have taken nearly 11 years in the sport, but I finally got my chance! We swam in packs, we biked in packs, and even did a bit of running IN PACKS! As you can see by all the exclamation points in this paragraph, I found this all very exciting.

Years ago when I was a junior, I competed in the Junior Elite National Championships on a whim. For a start, I had no idea what I was doing, and secondly, neither did anyone else. It ended up being pretty much a non-draft triathlon where they took your aerobars off first. On top of that, I had contracted E.coli from the previous week’s swim. I was only able to keep food down about 48hrs before the race… so things went pretty well, considering.

This time was worlds different! For a start, I had read the rulebook front to back & back to front this time. I could eat food all week, which was also excellent. Five more years of experience didn’t hurt either. We did do some pretty crazy stuff before the race though; phrases like “uniform check,” “athlete’s lounge,” and “swim warm up” (what the heck is that?!?) were thrown around. Watching these races over the years, the best course of action seems to minimize excess energy expenditure, and trouble! Main goals of the day for me were to make the front pack in the bike, not crash, and not cause any crashes. Top ten finish would be nice after that.

As the gun went off, I began to execute my plan. Normally I’d just take off, but in a draft legal race, where the bike pack is everything, there’s no point in swimming off on your own. I saw two girls take off, but there’s no way they’d be able to stay out front in the bike, so I just tucked into the group and swam it out. The lower intensity swim made it easy to have a fast T1 and set the pace for the group straight away. We were able to break up the swim line, and still have a good size lead pack. Excellent! The course was 8 laps, with a 180′ turn on each end- some of these were pretty sketchy. Drafting was pretty nice, but I did welcome the chance to take my pulls up front and get the legs really going. I love sprinting on the bike, and it was pretty fun to do this out of the turns :)

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T2 went just as smooth as T1 (thank you 40+ previous tris), and was able to get out on the run quick. Some of these girls start out FAST! Not used to that, and unsure of how my legs were going to react after such a different bike leg- I just eased into a pace I knew I could hold, and tried to pick my way back up the field. This worked well, and on such a breezy day, it was nice to be running with a couple other girls by the halfway point. Old XC skills kicked back in, and we began to make up some time. After we had done most of the windy section on the last lap, I broke from our group and finished 6th! I was happy to have moved up so much, and it was really special to see my uncle & cousin cheering as well. My dad and I also had to chance to get out to dinner with them at one of my cousin Kyle’s favorite restaurants- steak, of course!

Run leg, with my Uncle Rob & cousin Ryan looking on

Run leg, with my Uncle Rob & cousin Ryan looking on

Another new phrase for the weekend was “prize money” which also turned out to be quite nice, may have actually broken even on this trip… Perhaps more importantly I earned some points- which should come in handy! Points determine your world ranking, and mean that for the next ITU race that I do, I will not likely be seeded last. This will give me a better position at the start of the race and in transition, and possibly entry to more races in the future. My next race will be the ITU Edmonton Sprint World Cup on June 23, which will be an even better test of how I stack up against some really big names!

See ya in Canada, eh?

Kansas 5150- So, my front wheel finished 4th

Not the post I’d hope to be writing, but the story of my first DNS.

The trip started innocently enough; I was driving over with Jeanni, one of the girls training in town for the summer, and we were making pretty good time over there. We then got a call from one of the cars ahead of us that they had broken down, and narrowly avoided a pileup/rollover accident. Stuck because of the accident, we decided to try and get to the car and help them out. We managed to squeeze in a third person (and 4th bike) into our car, and continued on.

Always room for one more...

Always room for one more…

Because it was graduation weekend in Lawrence, hotels were few and far between. I had been to the Kansas 70.3 a few years ago, and knew that there were campsites right on the race course. I elected to camp out, and was the envy of my other teammates… the first night. Others had found hotels or homestays, but camping seemed alright. We knew there was a chance of rain, but the last report didn’t seem bad. At about 11pm the storms started, and didn’t let up for hours. Between the humidity & rain, all my warm things were either damp or soaked by the time I got up at 4:30am. Race morning! I put on everything I had and made my way to set up transition, just as more storms were coming in. I gave up the jackets, and just put my wetsuit on (contemplated doing the whole race in it). Tried to move around and get warmed up, then the start was delayed. Kept moving around, then swim canceled. Decided I’d better take the wetsuit off and try and get lined up for the time trial bike start. Still shaking pretty badly from cold, and getting worse. Weather still looked bleak, and I knew hopping on the bike wasn’t going to help my situation. I’ve gotten hypothermia in a race before, and knew that was where I was heading. I made the call, wheeled my bike out of transition, and turned in my chip.

Ideally, I would have been better prepared with more clothes & things and wouldn’t have gotten myself into such a hole before the race even started. No one’s fault but my own there. Disappointed to have let myself down so badly, but I feel confident that I made the right decision. Woke up with a bit of a sore throat Monday morning, which only confirms to me that it may have been worse, had I decided to start. A long term cold or crash this weekend would have been vastly worse than pulling out. A stubborn part of me didn’t want to pull out of my first pro race, but I know I would never let myself go out for a training ride like that, so I had to keep that logical side in perspective too. Just more fuel for the fire for my next race :)

But as per usual, triathlon stories are never just individual ones. Just after I had turned my chip in, I was wheeling my bike back to our site, and noticed one of the guys from our Boulder convoy panicking (Rudy K, the same teammate we had picked up from the side of the interstate). His front tire had gotten a puncture from the ride over to the site, and gone flat just before the start. He was about ready to pull out too, but in a quick decision, I tossed him my front wheel and took his flat one. Apparently the pre-race panic helped; he went on to have a brilliant ride, and finished 4th.  To every cloud, a silver lining.

Plenty of lessons learned for the future this past weekend. Met some great friends and learned a lot about the pro-triathlete lifestyle. Good to at least experience my first race build up as a pro, regardless of racing or not. I’ve done 40+ triathlons in my life, so having my first tick in the DNS column really isn’t so bad in the grand scheme of things.  Not the start to my pro career I would have wanted, but I get a second chance in less than two weeks.

See y’all in Dallas :)

Best Team in America

“Every second of the search is an encounter with God. When I have been truly searching for my treasure, every day has been luminous…I’ve discovered things along the way that I never would have seen had I not had the courage to try things that seemed impossible for a shepherd to achieve.

-Paulo Coelho The Alchemist

Confession time: I’m 23 years old, and I usually listen to Harry Potter on tape every night to help me go to sleep.  It’s a habit I developed in the dorms my freshman year to help me get my 7-8 hrs of shut-eye before 6 am practice.  Last week I could hardly fall asleep for all the “worst case” race scenarios that ran through my head.  Everything from forgetting to put race flats in transition to my bike falling off the trailer-  Jim Dale’s reading just wasn’t cutting it anymore.  I decided to switch to the only other audiobook on my iPod- The Alchemist- and was reminded of the above quote.

It reminded me of something very important- the journey.  Race day is just a reflection of all the hard work you’ve put in during the season.  Being in Boulder and on the CU Buffs team had already given me so much: a tri family (Brosephs & Brosephinas as we call them) that we’ll have for life, a chance to further my education, beautiful mountains to train on, and the privilege to call some of the pros that  were on my dorm room walls training partners.  I’m a long way from that first tri I did on my mountain bike at our hometown pool, but it’s still the same sport and same passion.  I don’t think I’ve ever felt so connected to a group in such a short amount of time.  And of course, there’s also my Illinois family- both swim & tri teams- along with all the coaches, teammates, and other athletes I’ve met along the way.  It’s been a long journey to get where I am now, and I have a ways to go yet, but it was calming to remember all that had gotten me to race day on Saturday.

Events started on Friday with the Draft-Legal event, and it was helpful to see how events were running early.  It was slightly intimidating to watch everyone race the day before, but well worth is to see Drew & Meghan open things up for us.  Things did not play out quite as smoothly as we hoped, so we knew there would be work to do in the morning.

The Brosephs were up first at 7:30am, with the Brosephinas starting at 10:50am.  It was a cloudless, slightly breezy Arizona day that “was not likely to induce hypothermia” to say the least.  Our triple threat (Davide, Chris & Rudy) in Wave 1 was out fast chasing the lead, and the subsequent waves were not far behind.  The Brosephinas & I really had to work to save our energy and not run around everywhere cheering!  We nearly had all of our top 10 men under 2 hours!

When the hour finally arrived for our race, things were really starting to heat up.  Inspired by our men’s team domination, we headed to the water.  Just 2 girls for us in the first wave, but our waves 2 & 3 were fierce and ready to chase.  My own swim started off well, and I knew to look for Shelly (Harper, of Cal) at the front of the swim.  I put in a moderate effort to catch her, but thought better of it after we had put some distance in the field.  It’s a long day out there, and the swim prime was no longer the goal.  We both ended up coming out well clear of the field (her ~30sec in front of me).

First half of the bike was spent chasing Shelly, who was having a fantastic ride.  I tried to capitalize on the hills and push the big gears whenever I could.  I knew as a smaller athlete, that would be where I could make up the most ground.  I was able to gain some ground on the more technical turns as well.  I was able to pull into the lead just before the start of the 2nd lap, and loved hearing the roar from the Brosephs as I rounded the corner near transition.  It’s tough to be chased for so long, but their cheers gave me a lift, and words from one of my swim buddies came back to me…. “Crush it.”  Lap 2 was significantly more crowded as latter waves were exiting the water, but I set to work getting around as safely and quickly as I could.  Britt Braden was behind me and having a fantastic ride, and I knew from training with Chris that the Bradens were not to be underestimated! I came off the bike holding the lead, and ready to hit the run course.

Well “ready” to run… a cool drink and an adirondack chair would have been nicer.  Gosh it was getting hot!  Coach was there at the start, and reminding me to build into it.  You could see pretty much the whole course laid out in front of you, and it’s pretty daunting.  Fortunately there was a lovely pace bike so I wouldn’t get lost.  The course rolls around the lake and over a couple bridges, and I began to feel some of those lower-cadence moments from the bike.  I had laughed at first when they said there would be 5 aid stations for 10k, but I sure did look forward to them.  I’d get updates on the advantage from teammates on 2nd place as I went by the turnarounds, but otherwise it was fairly lonely.  Run, breathe, stare at pace bike, repeat.  Countdown aid stations.  Smile a bit.  Final turnaround came, and I was still getting the same splits back.  Just before the bridge, I saw Coach Mike with a huge smile on his face and a first high five towards the finish.  I’d never quite understood what people meant by “soaking in the finish,” but as the glasses came off & I rolled home, I started to get a bit emotional.  Seeing my  CU teammates, old Illinois teammates, and others line the finish- well, it’s not going to be something I forget in a hurry!

photo from USAT

photo from USAT

The Brosephinas continued to roll in along with the Cal girls.  Cal women were strong.  With a DQ in the draft legal race, we were vulnerable.   Dinner was a subdued affair, even with some strong performances, it didn’t seem like we could pull the overall title off.  We take huge pride in our overall title, not just for those at nationals, but also for the athletes we leave behind in Boulder.  There are some fantastic seniors on the team who were trying to be a part of their 4th straight title.

The outlook seemed bleak when we headed to the awards ceremony. The span of time between the announcer saying 3rd and 2nd place seemed like an eternity- but then a sudden eruption!  We got the victory by 2 points!

4th consecutive title, 14x National Champs

4th consecutive title, 14x National Champs

Thank you all for the overwhelming amount of support and well-wishes!  And special thanks to my Illini Swim family and my two wonderful sponsors, TriSports.com & UR Driven, who believed and supported me even when the outlook seemed bleak. I’ll have some big decisions to make soon about what I do with the rest of the season, and when to accept a pro card. But for now, it’s refreshing to be back at home training, studying, and working.  Back to normalcy in my 5 bedroom rented house that I share with 6 girls, 2 jobs because I don’t have research funding yet, 12 hrs of grad classes… and of course training :)

 

Fitness! Havasu Tri & Training Camp 2013

After a long pre-season training in the Boulder winter, it’s finally time to get back to some racing!

I’ve had a pretty solid block of training since coming back from break, and was really excited to see how my body would deal with a race situation.  We did a couple of time trials this spring, and many, many long rides.  Finally able to take my turn at the front without slowing the group down :)

Lake Havasu Tri is our Mountain Conference Championship, situated in Lake Havasu, AZ right on the border between AZ and CA.  It’s usually hot, windy, hilly, and even a bit sandy.  The run course even has a section on sand and about 50 stairs.  Formidable, but not as formidable as the team we brought down there!

Havasu TeamWe had nearly 60 athletes make the 16hr drive down to race.  9 vans drove down there, and we only got one speeding ticket…  We had a nice sandy camp the nights before, and were ready to go by Saturday am.  Winds were brutal on race morning.  My own race went well- I was able to take control of the swim in the first 50m and never look back.  Being the klutz that I am, I ran into the 2nd wave of men, and made a wrong turn with them :)  Luckily, I was able to get back on track pretty fast.  Bike was tough, but a nice combo of the sorts of winds I’d experienced back home in Champaign & the hills of my new hometown.  Run went smooth too- I really enjoyed the stairs… made me remember all the stadiums we did for swim dryland.  Managed to hold the lead and stay just over 3min over the rest of the women’s field.  Also broke 40min for the 10k for the first time!

After Havasu, some of our number headed back to Boulder or to various spring break destinations, but a core of us headed over to Scottsdale for a training camp.  A bit of shocking traffic on our first ride there, but we managed to find a better way out of town and really hit the mountains!  It was so refreshing not to have freezing toes while riding.  Even got to swim at the Cactus Pool- home pool of the world famous Torrey Loper :)  Workout highlights of the week was a huge ride out to Bartlett Lake and an Octo-brick (or in my case Hexo-brick) at the country club.  Last day was some nice speedwork on the Nationals course.  But the real highlights of the week came from hanging out with the brosephs – I don’t think we’d ever get sick of eachother!

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See you real soon Tempe!

 

Forever Illini, but a new Buff

I’ve been thinking a lot about teams this week, and what it means to be on one.  It all started with an opinion article on the University of Illinois student paper, the Daily Illini. (See here if you’d like to read it)  It did a good job of riling the student-athlete community, myself included.  I myself wrote a letter to the editor, and many former & current athletes wrote letters and blog posts too.  It struck me how tight knit our community is, and the amount of respect we have for what we all go through on a daily basis.

If you’re on the outside looking in, it may seem hard to explain that we get to play our sport, go to school, and life is difficult.  Just as every step up in education gets more difficult, sport is the same way.  Each year gets harder, more demanding, and you do training sessions/finish homeworks/papers/projects you never thought you’d complete.  Balancing student-athlete life ties teams together like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

This week is the B1G championships for swimming, and the last day of the swimming careers for many.  It always hard to watch a class move on and graduate, but it’s been hard not being there to get to cheer them on as they finish.  Knowing how much these girls have gone through to get where they are, and seeing them grow over four years of college, I feel honored to have gotten to be a part of it all.

So as I move on, and am now a CU Buff, I hope to bring this sense of community with me.  I know we’ll probably not be the band of sisters that I had back at Illinois, but that won’t stop me from trying.  We have a wonderful group of kids here that all have a passion for triathlon (and hard work); and it is as exciting as ever to be around.  My swimming chapter didn’t end my last day competing in an Illini cap, it just evolved and picked up two more sports.

So sorry mum, you’re still going to get those phone calls detailing every bit of a good workout, how awesome a ride was, or how some of my teammates finished a set I didn’t think was possible.  Now if you excuse me, it’s time to go ride the freezing roads of Boulder with my fellow Buffs… there’s already a smile on my face just thinking about it!

Worlds Recap- How far we’ve come

Pre race shake out swim

Here we are, the big one! I traveled down to Auckland to compete in both the ITU Aquathlon and Short Course (Olympic) World Championships.  The travel down was rough, as expected.  However, seeing my mum and all the race venues immediately energized me. New Zealand is an amazing country, and the host city was INCREDIBLE!  Everywhere we went there were signs about triathlon, and every Kiwi we met (once they noticed our funny accents) asked us where we were from, and what races we were doing.  I had never met with that kind of warmth from a city.

To the race itself:  This was my first actual race in the ocean- waves, salt water and all.  I am loath to admit that oceans are not my favorite-I had a bad dunking as a small child and HATE saltwater up my nose.  Living in the Midwest all my life has not really afforded much opportunity to practice the necessary open water skills needed for the ocean.   Since I was still getting used to the new environment, the swims were not as strong for me, and was glad I had the Aquathlon as a warm-up to the main event.  I swallowed so much water in the Aquathlon my stomach seized during the run; deeply disappointed about that, I was in the lead group too :(
For the main event, swim was still rough but respectable. I was pleased to note that I did not lose nearly as much ground on the bike leg as I usually do, despite the course being hilly and windy.  All my panic training in the mountains paid off :) Rounded off with a 10k PR as well (40:29), so pacing/energy expenditure was generally good.  I was the top American overall in the Aquathlon (though 5th in my Age Group), and 3rd American in the Olympic Distance race (12th in AG).  The 20-24 age group got pummeled by NZ/Oz- the home squad took 1-2-3-4.

Flying to the finish

It’s hard for me to sum up how I feel about my races.  On one hand, my training here in Boulder went very well.  I was hitting some great numbers on the track and on the bike, this added to the people I had been swimming with (usually was in a lane with Craig Alexander, Tim O’Donnell and/or Matt Reed) naturally helped to raise my own expectations a bit.  I would have been delighted by my finishes two years ago, but now feel disappointed.  The other side of looking at things is to look at my year as a whole.  A year that I started on an operating table, coated with sensors, and with two catheters stuck into my heart.  Just writing that makes me feel bad about pouting for finishing 12th at Worlds.  The athlete in my tried to push the whole operation/recovery process out of my mind, but I can’t really accurately reflect on my season without it.  From that perspective, a 12th place finish looks like a fantastic sign of things to come as I enter my first year fully committed to triathlon.
My own performances however, are overshadowed by the whole world championship experience    It was nice to have my mom to share it with, even if she does decide to wash dishes at odd times (4am race morning, REALLY?!?!).  But really, she was a fantastic sherpa; and the fact that she was washing the tea things (and not myself) was a huge load of me.  We took a day to explore the

(Bottlenose) Dolphin Spotting!

“Northland” and got to see some dolphins in the wild- and lots of sheep on the way there.  Much more tight knit group among the young age groupers this time, made the non-race events vastly more enjoyable.  On the plane ride over, my mom had met a couple of Kiwis that lived right on the run course and were on their way home from the Chicago Marathon.  They invited my mom and me over for dinner one night, and actually came out to cheer me on for both races!  Very cool experience overall!

As for right now, I’m taking about a month off (off-ish) so I can write a couple of grants for my research, and make sure I secure funding for next semester so I can continue school.   Mum & brother will be visiting for Thanksgiving, and I’m looking forward to showing them all my favorite things to do in my new town (60mi ride up to Ward anyone?).  It’s nice to finally live somewhere where people would want to visit :)
Other than that, looking forward to lots of exciting racing next season!