End of Triathlon Season

Oh dear, I was supposed to update this…

My last race of the 2011 Triathlon season was the TBF HIT IV, a half iron distance at the ever familiar Rancho Seco. With one big bike loop and a two loop run, I knew from last year that heat on the run is the most difficult part of this race. I started the day well rested and feeling great. I relaxed on the swim and managed to stay near the front of the fairly small field, running out of Rancho Seco Lake after 38 minutes. My first transition was a little bit slow, I like to make sure I ‘have everything’ for the longer races. The bike ride started out really fast, first on familiar roads out of the park, then onto the newly paved road towards Herald. The bike leg roughly splits into thirds – during the first third, I was just flying. Unfortunately I still had to let Glenn on his “P4 with luggage rack” pass and couldn’t catch him back. The second third is a long gradual climb on really bad pavement, chipseal with potholes, from Rancho Murrietta towards Plymouth. The last third starts out with a downhill&rollers section into Ione, some turns through town and back onto Twin Cities road known from other TBF races. In this section it’s about relaxing your back from the bad roads and shaking the legs loose for the run. I still held on to alright speed, completing the bike leg in 2h53m. Going out on the run, I was already feeling the heat and anticipating the Rancho Seco “firetrail oven”. Then on the first mile, my stomach started cramping up a bit and I felt like I couldn’t get any nutrition down. I tried sticking to water for the first 5k, but that didn’t help either and just started sloshing around in my stomach.  After the second aid station I gave @jeepWrang82 a quick hug, but already felt I was bonking hard. It pretty much turned into a run/walk from there, I think the longest I ran continuously was about two minutes. I just didn’t have any fuel left, couldn’t take any in and was also heating up quickly. I managed to force down a gel and some Isostar at the next aid station, that may have helped me through the single-trail lake section. Then it was back to run walk, and on to the second loop. Here it was still the same story, try to run, walk just as long. When I got to the aid station, it turned out my special needs bottle wasn’t there anymore. The girl had collected it after misjudging my progress on the run course. I threw a minor fit (in my head, I managed to get out of hearing range of the volunteers before cursing excessively). When I got back onto the single trail, the (second to last) aid station finally had cola – sugar&caffeine&hydration seriously cheered me up right then. When I finally made it to the finish line, I had salt stains all over. I definitely took a minute with my cool recovery drinks and a hot-dog a few minutes later. I guess the positive take away from this race is, finishing at 6h19m, my worst 70.3 of 2011 was still faster than my ‘best’ 70.3 of 2010. My result put me right in the middle of the pack, both overall and for my AG. I was very happy with my swim and bike, the run just didn’t happen.
Thanks go out to @ThaiChanoko & TBF racing and all the volunteers, this is a well organized race and the course is much tougher (and hotter) than it looks on paper.

On September 11th, I volunteered at the Luna Bar Women’s Triathlon. @JeepWrang82 was racing and I figured if I am the driver and bike mechanic, I may as well help out. Plus I needed to keep an eye on her, as they had fireman handing out the finisher medals for this all-women’s race. I was put in the water safety group and got to paddle a kayak for two hours, making sure nobody drowned. I also had to help some competitors not swim in circles.
At this point I want to give kudos to one of the racers, Suzette. She really fought through the swim and showed some great will power, completing the half mile swim in 56m. She never gave up, although she was the last swimmer out of the water with a gap of 14 minutes. I was even more surprised to learn after the race that she put in very solid bike&run legs, not only catching up, but passing 21 racers.
My girl unfortunately had to drop out of the race after 5 miles on the bike with a flat front tire – better luck next time. You should have taken me up on my offer and borrowed the Zipps.

In other news, I finished setting up my new road bike. Or to be precise, swapping over all my old parts from the Mango Moose to my new Allez frame. I also had a minor fight with the Alligator i-Link cables, but once I figured out their length and how to bend them, the shifting and braking is actually really accurate and smooth.
For the fall, I have finally started to focus on my running again and up the mileage a bit. I am not quite in race shape, so I am not doing Rock&Roll San Jose, although that race is right on some of my lunch run routes. I am instead trying to build up some speed for the Livermore Grapestomp. Their new route is yet to be announced and I will also have to battle @royt1 for the Team Fremont HM title (and possibly the golden bucket?).

The fabulous fireworks and burn out…

I may have mentioned this before, but I am addicted to racing triathlons. My race schedule this summer, while centered around Vineman 70.3, clearly reflected this. Originally, this ‘race block’ was made of 7 races in 5 weeks, including two double-headers (Sprint on Saturday, Olympic on Sunday) and a rest weekend after Vineman. It was fun.

While it lasted. After posting PRs in most of these races, including a very satisfying new mark at the 70.3 distance, I could finally feel a little fatigue and lack of speed setting in on the first weekend of August.  I was definitely walking a thin line, trying to balance my form and rest.

Last Friday, actually after getting all my gear ready for the Folsom Long Course, I pulled the plug. Having gotten neither, good training sessions or a proper taper for this race, I didn’t feel the usual antsy-ness. Combine that with a 7AM start time and the two hour drive up there (and facing the day-of bib pick up line), and I chose sleep!

I woke up very relaxed on Saturday, just taking off the pressure of a looming race did wonders. I got in four great workouts over the weekend and am actually looking forward to starting my next build block.

The next event for me will be another 1/2 IM (the TBF HIT IV) at the end of August, before I slowly transition into my off season with some single discipline races. I will also be volunteering at a couple shorter triathlons, supporting and cheering for @JeepWrang82 .

This race block yielded the following PRs for me:

Sprint Distance* (.8k / 26k / 5k){.5mi / 16mi / 3mi} : 1h26m52s
Olympic Distance (1.5k / 40k / 10k){.92mi / 25mi / 6.2mi} : 2h33m46s
Half Ironman (1.9k / 90k / 21.1k){1.2mi / 56mi / 13.1mi} : 5h37m40s

New bike – new nickname needed!

So as I was cleaning the bikes on Saturday, I noticed what I first thought to be another paint chip. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a crack, all the way around one of the (carbon-fiber) fork legs on the Mango Moose. The old CAAD5 frame had been getting soft on me anyways and was going to come up for replacement. This discovery just sped up the time line, as the Moose was retired, effective immediately. Going to have to take it out to pasture…
So after lunch on Saturday, I stopped by two of my LBS to look for options. Well, I already had two prime candidates for replacing the frame beforehand. I will just transfer all the components (read: Record 10sp group etc.) from the Moose. My timing actually turned out to be spot on, as delivery of 2012 bikes is scheduled for early-mid August.
On Tuesday I placed a pre-order (and down payment) for a Specialized Allez frameset. The geometry is unchanged from 2011, which means the 64cm frame will come within millimeters of my current setup. I also learned that Specialized apparently switched to an all-carbon fork and possibly made some changes to the bottom bracket (BB30?)… Color for the frameset is white with black and red accents.

I am calling for some participation now: Since Mango Moose won’t work anymore, I need to figure out a nickname for my new ride; so think everybody, what’s tall & white & stuff?

2011 Avia Vineman 70.3 race report (~2.5 pages)

I raced the Vineman 70.3 Half Ironman last Sunday. The race starts with an upstream-downstream swim in the Russian River in Guerneville, the bike course then leads east along the river, north over the Canyon Road climb to Geyserville and back south over the Chalk Hill climb to Windsor. Finally the run course is a lollypop from the Windsor Highschool to LaCrema winery and back. This was my third time racing up there, so I roughly knew what was coming.

Despite a couple gaps in my training caused by visiting family in June, I knew I was hitting form fairly well after setting new PRs at the Sprint and Olympic distance at Rancho Seco the weekend before.
I was set to start in the first age-grouper wave, just behind the Pro, at an ungodly start time of 6:38am. At least I could hope to be done before it got too hot and because I got to the swim start early, I skipped the line for the Port-A-Johns… Setting up my swim to bike transition, I engaged in the typical low-balling with my transition neighbors. It was overcast so I put my heat-gear back in the bag and got into my wetsuit.

Watched the pros go off and only did a couple short bursts for my swim warm-up. As the gun goes off for me, the first 100 meters are the typical washing machine of limbs flying. I was swimming head-up again, water polo skills come in handy after all. I was able to find my rhythm fairly fast and settled into finding my own line. My sighting kept me a bit to the left of the pack, and I only bumped into two other swimmers, mainly having open water in front of me, but still pacing of the pack (as I mostly breath to the right anyways). The river near the turn did get a bit shallow, but not as bad as in years past. Right at the turn buoy there was a slight traffic jam and 4-5 guys stood up and waded around. They didn’t seem in a hurry, so I slipped past them, dove back in and quickly had two length on them.

On the way back downstream I got passed by two speedy women from the wave that started 8 minutes behind me. I reached the beach in 37 minutes, not too fast, but just as expected and planned. I actually did manage to avoid the usual slight calf-twitch, taking of my wetsuit while running up to my bike. I lost a few seconds readjusting my helmet, the sizing mechanism must have taken a knock in the morning. Grabbed the bike and out of T1, pushed the bike up the little 100ft. beach hill and clipped in at the top. I guess course knowledge does come in handy as well, Stacy told me later that she saw 3 people crashing right there because of clipping in at the bottom or the middle of the hill, tumbling over or being in the way…

http://app.strava.com/rides/966544/embed/ce0bf4d46eb4eafabc74f89b894c81537e09942a
GPS data from the bike leg. Sadly, my HRM seems a good bit off.

Riding out of town I was feeling good, passed a couple people in my age-group in the first section. I found my legs and soon reached the Sunset Road turn off, a tricky off camber, 130-degree turn into a downhill. After a first big ring climb on the other side, I started into the worst part of the bike leg. The next 10-15 miles have rather questionable road conditions with lots of bumps, potholes and concrete plates. I was jo-joing back and forth with 3 guys in my age-group and two fast women, trading places as the terrain alternated between climbs, descents and power sections. Until my water bottle with my concentrated Iso ejected the first time. Then my flat kit rattled loose. Then my water bottle ejected again. As I approached Healdsburg, I had enough of it. I knew the first aid station was coming up just after the next turn, so I splashed half of my concentrate in my aero drink and hoped that the reduced weight would stop the bottle ejecting. I also stuffed my flat kit in to my jersey pocket.  Slightly aggravated I started off again, figured the backtracking and re-arranging must have cost me 2 or 3 minutes. Thankfully I didn’t get too caught up with that issue and managed to find my rhythm again quickly. Despite this section being a false flat, I was getting some nice speed, kept on top of my nutrition and hit the climb on Canyon road strong, passing and dropping several people.  Right after passing the timing matt, we passed under HWY101 and turned back south towards Chalk Hill. From experience I knew that this is a good section to eat and avoid the bonk, so I forced down my Odwalla bar. It actually started drizzling, giving me a little boost – I like racing in light rain, keeps me cool.

I tried to control myself and stretch, my Canyon is quite comfortable – not even a hint of backpain or tensing two hours in. I must have gone a little bit too hard on the five miles of rollers between mile 40 and 45, followed by a push up the only real climb at mile 45. From there it is a nice fast downhill section and the last 6 miles of the bike twist through the town of Windsor, giving me a chance to pick up a couple more people that burnt too much on the hill. Approaching Windsor HS and the second transition, I saw the leaders of the men’s pro race on the last half mile of their run. Finishing in under 3h50m, wow…

http://connect.garmin.com:80/activity/embed/100198344
GPS data from the run leg. Sadly, my HRM still seems off.

I managed a quick second transition, mentally grateful for the still overcast skies, but still put on my running hat – never know how quick those clouds burn off.  The first three miles were pretty exciting, but painful. I got to see the Pro men (starting at fourth) and women finishing up, trying to recognize them and figure out the ranking in my head. I saw locals Kyle Leto (Walnut Creek) holding on to 5th, obviously having a great race, even in front of Chriss Lieto (Danville) in 7th. At the same time my quads and hamstrings were cramping a bit. All four muscles at the same time. I actually stopped to stretch once about two miles in, and after the little roller I have nicknamed “skunkroad” due to an incident last year, I found my legs and was able to up the cadence. At this point I really started enjoying the run, recognizing course markers, looking forward to the friendly participating neighborhood at mile 4 (a quarter mile of cheering, aid station and gardening hoses). There I also saw local pro Kelly Dunleavy coming the other way. She was rather dark red in the face with purple lips. I guess she took a couple stumbles only a few turns later, but still managed to finish. I made it along the bigger rollers by the Airport, picking of lots of people in their pain cave. I had two guys in my age group in my sights, in really ugly black and green kits making them the perfect (but not pretty) carrots. Coming into LaCrema winery for a one mile loop, my legs acted up again. I checked my watch, saw that I was on a good pace well within the set goal of going sub 2h for the run, so I took a one minute walk break and stretched again. I hoped in behind another tall, but older guy and let him drag me back to the airport. At the aid station I made sure to grab a banana for some calories and potassium against the cramps. Back in the neighborhood, now at mile 8, I switched to taking a cup of coke for some finishing energy. I settled into a good pace again, focusing on my run split instead of trying to do math about the overall. Then I made it over skunkroad again, and let my legs roll on – no more hills now.

Back on Windsor road, with half a mile to go, I caught up to another guy in my age-group. He was obviously aware of me being competition, so we shadowed each other for a quarter mile. As we turned into the highschool campus with a quarter mile to go, I opened up. Careful not to burn out too fast and keeping him in the corner of my eye. I managed to open up a 10ft gap on him, speeding up and trying to inflict some pain. Then with about 200 yards to go, one turn left and the finishing arch in sight, he attacked. I knew I couldn’t let him pass because there was no room left for a counter, so I started speeding up as well. Before you know it, we are both sprinting down the finishing chute. I barely managed to stay ahead of him, going all out and keeping him two feet behind me. They actually listed us with the same exact time, but I got the glory of placing in front of him – both of us in the middle of the pack for the M25-29 agegroup.

As I was panting quite heavily, I didn’t know my time right away. Looking at my splits I was quite happy though, all three went as planned, nothing overly strong, but no weak spot or blow up either. Another personal best, this time by 11 minutes compared to Oceanside in April and quite a bit more compared to my prior Vinemans.

Thanks a bunch to my cheerleaders, they keep cheering for me and demand that I sign up for Vineman again every year. So they can go RV camping and wine tasting.

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