Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Ready for Aloha

It's now 4 weeks+ since Canada, and 2wks- until what people call "The" Ironman! There is SO much hype leading into Ironman Hawaii. But the fact is, it wasn't my A race for the year. That came and went 4 weeks ago. But lucky me (seriously I feel blessed beyond words), I get another shot to deliver another A race performance. I wouldn't let myself even think about the wonderful Aloha until my body and mind felt recovered. Well, I'm there and now...I'm EXCITED! 
Last weekend I enjoyed a weekend of training in Pasadena with Sierra. She was fit and focused, and I was well...I kind of felt I was just along for the ride. My body wasn't ready to go go go quite yet. But the daily improvements continue through race day, things will go quite well when I toe the line. Pasadena offered a bit of dry heat. From there I was off to interbike in Vegas. More heat!
I returned to San Diego to find that summer finally decided to join the party. Temps were over 100. Yesterday they started to drop a little, but the humidity was on the rise. I drove east until I saw at least 87 on the thermostat. And from there, I kept running east. I was a sweaty mess!
Water, Gu Brew, Nuun...I've been downing it all in mass quantities.
Kona means a whole slew of new products are making their way to the marketplace. GU will be introducing a new Island Nectars Roctane flavor. Swing by the GU house and booth along Ali'i drive (just before the run turn around) to give this, and the new Watermelon Chomps, a try.
And TYR is one of the few to come through with an approved speed suit. The Torque feels awesome! Development started long ago, and this product will stand above and beyond it's competition!  They're selling through the online store, but you can try your local retailer (or wait until you get to the island as I am sure they'll be on sale there).
 And on that note... ALOHA!

Sunday, September 5, 2010

My Canadian 140.6

The course was set, and all that was left to do was....well 140.6 miles ;) I checked on my bike and gear bags and then made my way to the hotel lobby. I hid in a corner and found myself nervous beyond belief. I didn't want anyone to tell me "you'll be fine" or "you've put the work in" or "don't worry that it's Fing freezing out there." I just wanted to be. And my exact words were "there is no way I'm doing Kona. The nerves before that race are this X 900, and this is plenty!" But the fact is, when we work this hard at preparing for race day and care deeply about performing, the nerves are inevitable.
Once I got my TYR Hurricane on I felt a strange sense of ease overcome my body and mind. I jumped in the chilly (but less freezing than the air!) lake and warmed up while the pro start got underway. I was one of the last athletes to toe the line behind the awesome roped off swim start (awesome idea...Kona you should mimic this so Mike Riley doesn't have to yell at athletes for pushing the line for the entire 5 minutes before the start).
Once the cannon went off I took 2 dolphin dives and was on my way. Within 20yrds the guy to my right punched me in the head. He had this stupid urge to get over to the buoy line way too fast. After his second wack at my goggles I slapped him back and went on my marry way. This is impressive for me. Usually I let people beat me up and I stop while they surge ahead. Nope, this was the new and improved open water swimming Caroline. When you are privileged enough to wear the best wetsuit on the market, with the brand slogan "always in front" you better hammer to the front.
Swimming to the first turn buoy was hectic swim, but I was pretty sure I was in the lead pack, with only some psycho fast stragglers ahead. After the first turn I found myself a great draft. There weren't many girls around, so I figured I was doing well. I continuously reminded myself that you "can't over-swim the swim." So I told my shoulders and arms to get in the game and Fing get me to shore.
Brian and Kevin were right there at the TYR swim exit to let me know I killed it ;) Sub 57mins, hells ya!

Once on the bike things were pretty uneventful. I knew I was somewhere in front because there were few girls in sight. Brandy went by me around mile 10 and stayed within sight for a while. Then there were 20miles of frustration as I watched packs form around me. I stayed honest and let them go. Sure enough when we got to Ricters pass the girls couldn't draft with the boys up the climb, and I caught them one by one.

I felt awesome throughout the 6mile climb of Ricters pass! The crowd was AMAZING. Now I know why people say this is a must do race! The crowd was in my face yelling and screaming. I was smiling from ear to ear as they told me I looked strong. Once down the backside of the hill things took a turn. The head wind started to blow, as I told myself to chill out, keep spinning and relax. I hate wind, but I think I'm finally learning how to cope with it and make sure it doesn't kill my race.

I was on top of my nutrition, but eagerly awaited our special needs bags. Problem is, once I got a hold of it I was shocked to see that the bottles did not thaw. I figured, no matter the outside temps, the bottles would adequately freeze within 6 hours. I tried hard to squeeze as much as I could into my quick fill, but knew I was somewhat screwed. I started grabbing bananas and downing GU to make sure I didn't miss out on the calories I rely on from my GU Brew/Carbo-pro mix. Things were still going ok, but my back was tightening because of the relentless head winds and cold.

The Turn: Then as we started the climb up yellow lake things took a turn for the worse. Much Much Worse! Around mile 80 it started to rain. This sucked, but it was manageable. I was cold and really wished the sun hadn't come out earlier, causing me to throw my arm warmers. Then the rain turned to downpour as I started the first downhill section before the major yellow lake climb. My body temp dropped and I couldn't feel a thing. I could no longer handle drinking anything cold, couldn't get the GU bottle up to my mouth, and couldn't even move my hands to shift or break. I thought the next up hill section would help, but sadly the damage was done. I was shaking uncontrollably and didn't know what to do. I joked with some volunteers as I climbed to the top. I thought maybe I could find a taker for my offer of "free beer for life if you give me your jacket." They just laughed and got in my face to cheer me forward.

At mile 100 the long descent starts. By this point it was hailing. The wind was freezing and I was chattering and shaking like mad. People were flying by me but I couldn't move, and eventually started convulsing and crying. I've never had my teeth chatter like that. It killed! I'll admit, I can not handle being cold. But those that were flying by could not possibly feel as I did. I don't exactly remember the moment I pulled over to the side of the road, but do remember a little angel women running up the hill after me. She hugged me and commented on how cold I was. My HR dropped below 80bpm, and I wondered if one of the ambulances flying by with their lights on was for me.
Maridee took the long sleeve shirt she had off and proceeded to put it on me. I couldn't get my helmet off, or get the shirt on. She was my warming angel, and I do know that I told her she probably saved my race. We hugged for a bit and then I went on my way. This all cost me considerable time, but I didn't have an option...I felt like I might die if I continued. Once I started again I was surfing the water as it rushed down the road with me. I held the breaks on the whole way because I couldn't open/close my hands and figured it was better to ride the breaks than not be able to apply them when necessary. I was in complete survival mode!

I ran into the change tent and looking like a popsicle. They instantly hugged me and threw the blanket over me. My run through the T2 change tent symbolized my run out of hell and into heaven. Seriously, I was that bad off! I was still chattering and my legs were frozen to the bone. From there to mile 4 of the run was a complete out of body experience. I don't remember a dang thing about it! It was as if I opened my eyes to see the mile 4 sign and figured "sweet the run is only 22.2 miles now." I still had Maridee's shirt on and couldn't get her generosity out of my head.
The rest of the run was amazing. I kept telling myself to hold back and be patient. My goal was to negative split the run (all the while knowing doing so is highly unlikely). The ENTIRE one loop run course is full of fans and volunteers cheering. The energy out there was amazing! I got a lot of compliments on my hot pink running flats and was told (at least once a mile) that I looked fast and strong. I held back until I saw the park at the turn around. This was the first time I could gauge where I was. I saw a handful of women within 2 minutes of me. It was as if a rocket shot out of me when I made that turn around. I let my legs go and started picking them off one-by-one. I was smiling ear to ear and couldn't believe I felt this good. I even mastered my nutrition on the run. Although, I had to, considering my special needs debacle, and my inability to take in a single calorie for the final hour on the bike. From hell and back I tell you!

The winds picked up and we had to battle a strong head wind for the duration of the run. My pace slowed a little as I made my way up and over the final climbs before mile 20. My sub 3:30 goal was well in sight. he wind took away any advantage that I thought I'd get from the false flat back to town. I asked a few friends along the course if there were any girls within striking distance. I didn't get much of a reaction, so I just stayed within myself and dug as deep as I could. I didn't know I was winning my age group, and surely didn't know I was building on what would be a 20minute lead. I passed a few pro's and an age group girl with 2 miles to go and saw another only 1 minute ahead of me. I dropped my pace below 7 minute miles and emptied the tank as I ran to the finish line. Run- 3:22! I'm still speechless on that one!
After a quick trip to the medical tent I was all over celebrating the moment and sharing in the celebration of those yet to finish. (Brian and I bringing in the final finishers. I have to be honest...I was ready for dinner ;) )
I am beyond proud of myself and my tenacity to "stay tough.". I lost around 20minutes out on the bike course, but never ever gave up. I haven't stood on an ironman podium since my first IM when I was only 23. and it felt good! no GREAT!
Congratulations to everyone who raced through the tough conditions out there. It sounds like all the Canadians coped just fine, but I promise there is something worse than wind and raging heat! (freezing, rain and wind is the worst!). It was an honor to toe the line with so many amazing athletes, people, and friends! Congrats to fellow TYR athlete Mackenzie Madison! You think I ran fast...check out her run split: 3:03! Ya BABY, now THAT is fast!
Congrats to my former age group racing queen, and first year pro, on her overall win! Kick ass performance Mer!
And yes, after a few of these I was convinced to accept the invitation to Kona.
To everyone who sent me messages before and after the race- a huge thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Triathlon can be such a selfish sport, but having the support of amazing sponsors makes it much more rewarding. TYR wetsuits, race kits, and swim gear is the best of the best, and am beyond honored to represent this brand! Thanks guys for a super fun race experience...after all it isn't by chance that I am finally swimming up to my capabilities this year! Three letters: T.Y.R.!!! I no longer hate wetsuit swims ;) To the GU family, thanks for keeping me well fueled, hydrated and full (I actually got hungry on the run! GU Chomps did the trick then!). And that run...I now know the technology and running form that Newton promotes is much to thank. Each of these products are amazing, but the people behind these brands truly make racing that much more thrilling for me. Maridee, THANK YOU for undoubtedly saving my race, and sharing that unbelievable ironman spirit with me. Mahalo!
and to you, thanks for reading along, and being a part of this awesome journey!

Cheers! and ALOHA!

Saturday, September 4, 2010

The Canadian Journey

Last weekend I was once again reminded that Ironman is a journey! Your typical athletic event may have a beginning, middle and end, but what makes Ironman unique is the unknown. Some things are in our control, while so many things are not. We put in the training and then have to just believe the hard work will pay off when we toe the line. Before I get to the exciting portion of my Ironman Journey (the race), here is a glimpse of my week in Penticton leading up to the race.
Upon arriving it was scorching in Penticton. Temps were in the high 80's and I prayed (with every fiber in my body) that it would stay that way! The weather prediction called for cooler temps, but if I had my choice I'd opt for warmth. Within minutes of arriving and settling into my awesome accommodations I went for a run along a trail overlooking the lake. My first thanks has to go to Barbara. Thank you for opening up your home to us!
The views in Penticton are breathtaking. When people described the course to me they spoke of only two major climbs, but this didn't seem to make sense to me. Mountains upon mountains occupied the entire landscape!
I've never felt so good leading up to an ironman. This was a bit scary, but I also knew I trained, rested and did all I could to ensure I would feel this way. I owe great thanks to those that graced me with their healing touch. Massage, A.R.T. and cordisone were the winning combination. For 3 years I've battled insane tendon inflammation in my ankle. Leading up to the race it got horrendously bad. Thankfully my amazing Doctor (Joanna Whiteley of course) connected me with another sports doc who encouraged me to make friends with the needle. On that note, thank you to all of you who helped me through this decision! KP, Brian, Simone, Joanna, and Dr. Saben you were an amazing pre-race team and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for caring so much about me! Each one of them saw the work I've put in over the past months and refused to let anything get in the way of my race dreams ;) HUG HUGS to you all!
Thursday night I got to join the Newton team for a spectacular breathtaking dinner. A team of about 20 individuals raised money for prostate cancer, and raced not only with passion...but for a purpose. The ironman course is always FULL of stories. It was pretty fun to hear Winter and Jerry's story and watch their little dream unfold (Jerry is a cancer survivor and Winter lost her father to prostate cancer. She made him pinky swear last year that he'd do IM this year and raise money for Athletes for a Cure). Don't mess with this adorable 11 year old! She hammered out a 20min 5k prior to the dinner!
 Thereafter it was all about race prep. The bike seemed ready, so we set off to drive the run course. I opted to leave the bike course for race day, as I didn't feel like spending 3-4hrs in the car to drive the 112miles.
The run course takes you from the lake we swim in, through Penticton and out to this lake. The rolling hills would provide ample challenge. The entire drive I kept thinking: man this course is no joke, I don't know if my ambitious goal of sub 3:30 will be possible. But my plan was to hold back until I reached the run turn around. Then when I got to this park I could turn it up a notch and chase that little 3:30 dream.
Of course the week involved daily (or maybe hourly) runs to the grocery store. Thankfully our neighbors allowed us to drive their hoopty, Awwwwwwww Yeahhhhhhh
I really do enjoy having Brandy there to race with me. She has become a staple in my pre-race swim/bike/run. We rocked our amazing TYR Hurricane wetsuits for the swim, and then threw on our Newtons for a short jog. Ya...it was NOT warm!
After getting off the bike it was time to check in my baby. It's never easy leaving him for his pre-race night's slumber, but I knew he was ready to perform. San Diego's superior bike mechanic, Matt Hoffman, made him fast and seriously I thought he put some kind of speed into the rear hub! (ohhh, that's what it feels like when your bike is clean and gets a proper tune up ;) )
From there it was time to eat some full fat ice cream (Penticton does not share love for frozen yogurt) and crawl into bed. The wind was howling, and the temps were ridiculously low. But there was nothing more I could do. I said a few prayers to the weather god's and fell asleep for that ever-so-tough pre-Ironamn sleep.