Friday, April 24, 2009
I love racing in Santa Cruz and always seem to do well there, perhaps because the chill people there balance out my “high-strungness” or something. Matt decided to come along and be my sherpa (read: scream at me at every mile marker) for the race. At the start of this race I told myself that I just wanted to run even splits and not blow up and die. I have a history of going out too fast and then melting into a pool of death by the end of any race. Matt has plenty of video evidence to back this up. The gun sounded and I took off at a pace that I thought was relatively manageable. I was in about seventh place after a few minutes and then after running up a long, steep hill, I found myself in second place. This was unimaginable for me. I felt strong and smooth…something that I’ve never felt before! SECOND PLACE?!
I continued on and came across Matt (who had ridden ahead) at mile markers. (And no, he does not do this in triathlons and was not riding with me because that is illegal and annoying.). He looked surprised and screamed out that I was “killing it.” He was also cheering on the competition behind me, probably just to make me angry and go faster or something. His surprise and animation grew with every mile marker and by mile 5 the guy was almost peeing in his pants with enthusiasm. Apparently somebody was creeping up on me, because with half a mile to go I heard him scream that I better pick up the pace or was going to get third. At this point I was in some other world of hurt. One of my goals for this race was to just let it hurt, because I don’t think I push myself to hurt enough in triathlon running. As per tradition (I loudly told him to STFU at Kona on mile 25.5 of the race in front of my parents), I told him to shut up, which he interpreted as I must still have something in me. I passed him, ran onto some long sand section and finally crossed the finish line..excited for a new PR! (note to race directors: sand is evil and totally unnecessary. One can evoke the “beach” feeling simply by including a couple of inflatable palm trees and fruity beverages at the finish line.)
Purse, being the competitive person that she is, decided that she would have nothing to do with me breaking her 10k PR, so she promptly signed up for a 10k this weekend in DC. Let the BICOASTAL sloot battle of the 10ks begin! If she does break my PR, I’ll be forced to sign up for another 10k and take along my secret weapon – the screaming sherpa! She is taking applications for her own personal screaming sherpa.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Onto my race... Thanks to procrastination in not submitting my elite license application earlier this year, I was eligible for the ID event to get a taste of draft-legal racing. I met Mark Van Akkeren (another Paulo athlete) and Dan McIntosh, Mark's athlete, Friday evening in LBB.
The women’s race started the next day at 1:30 in the afternoon and the men followed 80 minutes later. Unlike most races where you’re awake before 5 AM, we slept in and took advantage of a 3-hr window in raiding the hotel breakfast bar. Mark, chauffeur extraordinaire, drove Dan and me to get coffee. While waiting for our drink orders, I headed to the car where Mark was waiting, to see if he wanted to join us. I found him visualizing the day’s race and promptly returned to Dan and coffee where we read our horoscopes to learn how the day was going to unfold.
I came into this race with the plan to win and I executed the instructions that Paulo laid out for me. With a small field of 14 women with unknown swimming abilities, it was unclear how/if packs would develop on the bike and we planned accordingly.
At the swim start, the women lined up in colored squares on the beach as you see in ITU racing and we were off with the airhorn. I swam alone and felt like I was drowning through the choppy water (BAD), but Mark, who is a wetsuip rep, helped me suit up the RIGHT WAY (GOOD) and I had great range of motion with my upper body.
The wetsuit slipped off quickly in T1—Mark encouraged me with speak of helmets and purses while Dan asked if I wanted my picture taken. I swiftly answered the photo request by dispelling a mouthful of lake water and saliva onto the carpet and got out of T1. Once on the bike, I wasted time zig-zagging the road and trying to get my feet into my shoes—ugh—MUST PRACTICE.
3 Loop Bike, 2? k: Steep climb, down hill, steep climb, flat—WIND!, downhill and past transition/finish. I took out the bike at a steady pace and glanced behind on the first climb and saw I would have company. :) Chris Tommerdahl bridged up to me by the flat section on the first loop and we took turns pulling. As I was "sitting in" behind Chris, wind blasted me from everywhere—I couldn’t find relief on her rear wheel/to the left/to the right (let me see that tootsie roll…), but thankfully she pointed me into a sweet spot alongside her on the left. I wouldn’t be a very good partner for her if I were worn out… I need her—she needs me.
Cruising through the transition area was pretty cool as the collegiate athletes from the morning race cheered us on. Chris and I rode together until the third loop when Kathy Rakel synched up with us. The three of us took short pulls until Kathy’s chain fell off (SUCKS) and Chris and I continued on. At this point we were minutes from T2 and near the end of the windy stretch when Chris laid down the hammer and pulled away. Impeccably timed, Kathy was back with me and I grabbed her wheel as she rolled past. The two women linked up ahead of me and they raced on. I trailed them into T2 then started the run in second position behind Kathy.
2 Loop Run (5k?): My legs felt spent at the start. A few minutes in I passed Kathy then trailed the bike escort for the rest of the race. I didn't really get in a groove and my 20:36 split leads me to believe the distance exceeded 5k... given my 0:43/100 meter world record swim pace, it is entirely possible. I was scared that I was going to get passed and ran hard the whole way through and given the post-race lungs-hurting & gross cough, I gave it a good effort. I finished with the "W" with Kathy and Chris rounding out the podium.
After my race, I watched the men's race--Mark and Dan came out on top, so a good day for the group (Paulo, included!).
Pics below--mostly the ones I took in the men's race as I have NOT YET RECEIVED ANY PHOTOS FROM MARK OR DAN.
Dan applies #72 tattoos to my legs. Moments later, a guy with a shoddy tat job compliments the artistry of Dan. I believe the Nine Inch Nails t-shirt Dan sports has something to do with it.
Special thanks to on-site sherpas Mark & Dan and off-site supporter and STUPIDBLOG author, SNOW, who shuttled me and the bike box between Georgetown, home... airport, whole foods, home, Georgetown and the YMCA in his SNOWTAXI. Yesterday, when I casually mentioned to SNOW that I needed to stop at CVS, he lashed out: "SNOW left SNOWTAXI at home, anticipating MOOCH REQUEST during workday."
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Purse looking especially "dangerous" before the race.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Anyway, Friday I returned home from work to face an impending zone 5 interval bike ride. Purse didn’t have anything scheduled, and being the magnanimous person that she is, agreed to play DJ and motivator (between her ab work and trigger pointing) as I mounted my bike on the computrainer. Her DJ expertise proved to be extraordinary as she picked just the right dance mix to help me jettison my zone 5 intervals into a new hundreds digit. This was huge. Afterwards we celebrated by dancing to the song that got me there.
Lauren and Zone 5 interval fun!
Purse flexing for the competition (not actually riding).
I would show pictures of Ronin the dog dancing to this song as well, but they are rated NC-17, as he was more interested in reenacting this song with a pillow.
On Saturday we woke up early for a swim workout. Matt came along as well, but wasn't so keen on doing our set (or he was scared of the Purse interval). I also worked on developing my "swimitude." (For all of you people not familiar with my vocab, "swimitude" refers to an attitude of supreme confidence which is exhuded at all times. Most people who swam competitively growing up manifest decent levels of swimitude.) As I learned on Saturday, people with swimitude don't wait at the wall for the faster person to swim through...they make that faster person swim around them or attempt to prevent being lapped.
After the swim set, Purse and Matt headed out for a two hour tour de Silicon Valley. I had a long run to do, but heard via Matt that they had a great time taking Purse up Old La Honda and trying to drop her on the descents.
Next on the agenda was a quick drive up to SF to meet up with Purse's cool cousin. We were also planning to meet up with Paulo, who was on some whirlwind tour of national parks, but apparently he got lost trying to drive the 4 blocks to our restaurant. Hmmmm.
Before dinner, however, we both had additional items on the training schedule. Lindsey had to do a short run and I pointed her in the direction of the "fun" Alcatraz run course. Most importantly, I had to stop off at Sports Basement, the MECCA of all shopping which serves as a black hole for much of my income.
After my shopping extravaganza, I headed out towards Chrissie Field to meet up with Purse and walk back to the car. I finally spotted her pink visor but accompanying this visor was a scowling, angry face. Apparently she missed the running trails and she was also manifesting some type of low blood sugar issue. She babbled incoherently at me for a few minutes..something about 13 minutes and sweet potato...and then kept on going. I finally met her at the car where she whipped out a baked yam from her purse and took a big bite. random.
On Easter Sunday we all headed up to a local park with the dogs for a pre-ride sunrise hike.
Purse underestimates the strength of PatakyHarrison dogs.
After the hike it was time for our ride out to Canada Road....land of triathletes who want to race before the race (self included!). Purse was working on her ITU drafting skills, so I did my intervals for the first 2 hours (with Purse helping me keep the watts in check!) and then switched places and latched on for a free ride home. Unfortunately, Purse decided to eat right before her zone 3 intervals, and had some issues which were only resolved by her abandoning her bike and lying down flat on the road multiple times. At one point, three sets of good samaritans rushed to our assistance, thinking that she was dying or something. We did finally make it back home and spent the rest of the day relaxing before taking her to the airport...which marked the conclusion of Res Camp 2009.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Race day photos: LAHP heading to transition in the morning...
Lauren told us after the race--surprisingly, not during--that she saw us positioned on the rocks taking these photos. This is a good sign that in swim practice, she will master the ability to see her swim splits during 400s by peeking at the pace clock before flip turns.
Andy Potts on the run...
I actually didn't get any pictures of Lauren after the swim since I was busy cheering and post-race she wasn't in a picture-taking mood, ha. ;-)
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Note: This was posted by Lauren, not Lindsey. I forgot to log her off when I posted and don't want to attribute this day to her!
Friday, April 3, 2009
Supporting to the max...
Matt unpacking the car THANK YOUUU
Lauren getting PSYCHED UP by channeling the message from the latest ed. of The Economist (Under Attack)
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
And here's the new tri bike, the TTX. I'm packing it up soon to take with me to California for Timex Camp so Paulo can fit me on it while LAHP RACES. I bet he is super excited to tinker with the fit...
The most exciting feature is the PowerTap-outfitted race wheels. The PowerTap measures the watts you produce while riding so you can see just how well (or poorly) your workout is going... it's similar to swimming in a pool w/ a pace clock. Yes, race wheels are intended for workouts! :) I did not know the PowerTap was coming in my shipment from Timex... <3