September 8, 2013
Muskoka, Canada
Ironman 70.3 (Really 72.3, but who's counting?)
Getting to Muskoka
No, this section does not elaborate on the actual 11 hour drive to Muskoka--though if you are curious, we took 76 and 476 through Pennsylvania, then 81 through central New York, then 690 and 290 to 190 to cross the border, where we found ourselves stuck on Queen Elisabeth Highway in rush hour Friday Toronto traffic and at last navigating 407 to 400 to 11. And no, they did not search our car at the border. And no, the time zone didn't change. And yes, we could use USD. And no, you shouldn't use your EZ-Pass on their toll roads
This section elaborates on why I actually chose Muskoka. I started the 2013 tri season knowing Lake Placid was my A race. I did not know that I would excel at Lake Placid and be ready for another so soon (Muskoka falls 6 weeks after Lake Placid). But, maybe Todd (my coach) had an idea, considering he wanted me to start thinking about a half that I could really push myself on back in mid-June, a full 6 weeks before Placid. I threw out ideas like Savageman (but no, that was too slow--girls in my age group didn't finish under 6 hours) or Pumpkinman (no, that sold out right away) or Ironman 70.3 Augusta (no, that was too far away--definitely a flight) or Beach to Battleship (no, that was too long of a drive and too close to Philadelphia Marathon for comfort). I settled on Muskoka August 1st, a couple of days after Placid. It was so appealing--the same day as 70.3 World Championships in Vegas, so I would be a lone stud; and 100 slots to 70.3 World Championships in Mont Tremblant for 2014. I did not commit for another 10 days, finally registering August 11th--it took me that long to find a travel companion, when I found out my swim coach, Val, was game for the race despite its reputation for being hilly--the downhills being her dislike.
So, my coach and I developed a game plan so I could really hammer the race. This involved adding volume on my swim with trips to FINS at least once a week, pushing my max on the bike with RPM at Breakaway at least once a week, and drawing out my runs with strict brick workouts including many negative splits and 10k work post hard hill rides on the weekends. I also committed to several QCW Thursday night hill rides with Kevin Greene and the gang--working hard to keep up with the boys. And of course, using my road bike (all triathletes need one--thanks Ritanne for pointing me to this article by Jordan Rapp)--which Joe Wentzell at Breakaway so graciously helped fit me on after witnessing my poor relationship with the Jamis Ventura Sport one night at RPM (my tushie and saddles don't always work well together). I must also say that weekly massage and active release therapy at PhilaMassages set against Martin's (masseuse at PhilaMassages) playlists also played a role in my body's recovery from Placid and the intense weeks of Muskoka training.
This was also set to be my first race with 1) power...I invested into a Stages Ultegra crank post-Placid; 2) race wheels...Glenn at Breakaway was great at helping me get my hands on some Zipp 404s they had lying around and the mechanics at Breakaway slipped them on with no problem and checked their true; and 3) confidence that I could kill it!
Val and I arrived to the area Friday evening. I swam in the lake, biked some hills, and ran my legs out for 30 minutes on Saturday. Val and I also drove the bike course, which made us a bit more comfortable to eye out blind spots at the bottom of descents.
My race day game plan--with Todd's insistence--"Be calm and patient today. Focus on execution."
Swim 35:36 (14th out of water)
Despite the rainy, gloomy, cloudy, cold day before the race, race day was spot on--50s at the start, bright and sunny. I entered the water confident and calm I could tackle it after a not so glamorous swim at Lake Placid 6 weeks before. The swim was a wave start, each wave about 6 minutes apart. We had 6 minutes to get used to the water...I just waded in and sculled around, letting water into my suit. Women 29 and under and men 25 to 29 swam out at 8:24, 6 minutes behind the men 40-44. I caught up to the men ahead after the first turn around buoy--about 500 m out. There was not as much congestion around the buoys as at Placid, though, and I found myself comfortably navigating past "floaters." I found sighting really easy after the first turn around, when we were no longer headed directly towards the sun. It wasn't until the last 400 meters that the swim felt really challenging. In the last 400 m, we entered a little bay off of the golf course. The water was shallow, so I could see the grass beneath me. As I was swimming, it felt like each stroke that normally took me 1.5 m in the pool took me 1.5 feet in the lake. The sea grass seemed to catch up to me as soon as I made any headway. This last 400 m was shallow and frustrating. Patience & execute.
T1 3:45
From the swim exit to transition was 300 m. But this 300 m was not flat, it was straight up a 75 degree hill. My strategy was to sprint. So, out of the water I came, laid on the ground for some not-so seasoned wetsuit strippers to remove by Orca, and up that damn hill I sprinted. Not so calmly, I did execute.
T1 was fast. From the weather forecast and my ride the day before, I knew I would ride without my bolero and without gloves. Just strap on that aero helmet, stuff my Cliff bars in my kit top, velcro on my shoes and fly. Execute
Bike 3:07:04 (6th off bike)
For the first 15 miles of the bike, patience was key. There were those clueless 40-44 year old males swerving around ahead of me; audacious 20-29 year old men and women finding their place. All I wanted to do was find my power and stick it. 80-85% FTP for the flats (as if there were any!), 90% for the long climbs, and 105% for the short steep climbs.
After 15 miles, I finally found my place...no need to leapfrog inefficient sprinters or swerving triathletes. After 15 miles, I could be patient and execute--focus on getting in my calories in both fluid and solid form. After 15 miles, I had 51 to go, or so I thought (this was really a 58 mile ride--an extra 2 miles does a lot to the Ego).
The bike course was challenging. With a sawtooth profile, the hills were relentless. Just look above. We had one period of seemingly flat terrain at km 52--and here, with knowledge of my power, I pushed harder than I would have without. I was careful and patient to challenge those uphills gracefully and stay in my proscribed FTP limits. And I was cautious and calm in navigating the descents (sorry I am just telling you now, Mom and Dad, but I had a nasty tumble 10 days before the race on a descent with a blind turn, falling on my right arm and left side of my face, in addition to hitting my helmet--and having a minor concussion and headache for 4 days). In looking back at my power profile, I could have probably done some things differently, especially the caution I took on descents and the gentle feathering of my brakes, but hell, I did what I did.
I came into transition with a bruised attitude, considering I was thinking I could break 3 hours on the ride, but the miles kept coming. 2 miles on top of a typical 70.3, the bike really was relentless and disheartening.
(I have to say, though, it was beautiful. The race is in a region known as the Lake of Bays. On any part of the ride, you could look over your left or right shoulder and see a lake, a deep blue expanse. Plus, all the descents plunged you onto a street parallel to the lake, so if you did go off course, you would likely ride into the water!)
T2 1:31
Execution.
In and out.
Saw what I thought were 6 bikes on the Women 25-29 rack. Goal: catch the ponytail, run them down.
Forgot my shotblocks, but thanks to my goofiness, had a Cliff Bar shoved down my sports bra I could nibble on.
Run 1:34:04 (1st through the chute)
Execution.
Patience kinda went out the window.
Catch the pony tail, run her down, keep pace.
(the photographers stalked us at the top of the most daunting climbs)
Similar to the bike course, the run was an unceasing. Each descent fed into another ascent. I started off fast, having a personal goal of 7 minute pace. I didn't realize until more than halfway through that the second leg of the run was more challenging than the first--it may not look it, but it is. I was relieved to find out that Amelia (Breakaway athlete; 3rd OA) agreed. There are about 3 miles of gravel trail that you "u" into--5 miles in, so 1.5 miles on the out and 1.5 miles on the back--gravel always makes me feel like I am working harder than I need to--my ultimate running buzz kill.
My first 3 miles were sub 7, then I settled into more familiar territory for the next 10, averaging about 7:14 for the remainder of the race. Each pony tail I caught, I gained confidence in my kick.
I lost count of the number of girls I passed and ages washed off of some calves, so I entered the finisher's chute unaware of my placing. It wasn't for another hour, when we were allowed back in transition and I saw the text from Todd that I knew I won: "Holy s&$@balls. You are a f#$*@!^g monster. Nice win young stud!!"
Patience and execution.
Reflections
What a way to close the 2013 season, no?
Patience and persistence.
Muskoka was truly a great race. The Deerhurst Resort was a welcoming venue and catered a satiating post-race meal.
Registration for world's could have been a little easier--they only had two volunteers handling swarms of roll down age groupers seeking a slot.
Despite the daunting sprint from swim to transition, the transition area was magnificent. We had access to flushing toilets and running water in the resort, morning clothes bags were back in transition immediately after the race, and bus transportation from the parking lot was efficient and not rushed.
Plus, the later start--pro's don't go off until 8 am--was welcome!
I am really pleased that I chose Muskoka to be the half to kill this summer.
Postscript
I am still learning the art of being humble. I will make an effort to practice in my race reports. Please excuse any exceedingly boastful discourse...the excitement takes some time to wear off.
I am still learning the art of being humble. I will make an effort to practice in my race reports. Please excuse any exceedingly boastful discourse...the excitement takes some time to wear off.