Pre Race
After spending a week in Dunedin on the south island of New
Zealand, I flew to Auckland on the 12th and met Mark on his arrival
from Alaska. We spent the night in Auckland and hit the road for Rotorua after
a leisurely start our day and a fairly lengthy quest for breakfast.
The drive to Rotorua was about 3 hours and went fairly
quickly since we were in a new country and driving on the opposite side of the
road. The scenery was lovely, with green rolling hills pocked with sheep and
cows.
We arrived in Rotorua in the early afternoon and were
quickly greeted with the famous aroma of the place. Rotorua is one of the
geothermal “hot spots” in NZ and therefore basically smells like farts. Farts
everywhere, all the time…though there are definite areas of more intense fart
smell than others. I guess that means there are fart refugia. I imagine that
Rotoruans get used to it and maybe enjoy the excuse to pass gas at will without
getting called out on it. But for those of us who don’t perpetually live with
sulfur in the air, it can be quite distracting at times.
We checked into the hotel and then grabbed a bite to eat
before heading back to the hotel for race check-in. It was obviously going to
be a laid back affair, as there was no one checking you were who you said you
were and the race packets were laid out on the floor in one of the hotel
conference rooms. After “checking in” I decided to go chat with the race
director since I had traded some emails with him before about coming from
Alaska. He was a big guy with an obvious charisma, but he did take perhaps a
bit too much pleasure in telling everyone how hard the race was and how you
will meet your demons, etc. Then he told him that I really fucked up by not
allowing time in our itinerary to stay for the after party. Good times ahead.
Mark and I then drove to the race start and I did a quite 30
minute workout (20 mins bike/10 min run) with some pick ups thrown in, while he
went for a run as well. The location was
gorgeous, but after rendezvousing at the car we both were realizing how
difficult this course really could be. Too late now!
Back to the hotel where I fussed with my gear, while we
continuously excused the other of breaking wind. It was quickly getting late,
so we went off to find dinner. I had a lovely salad and Mark a pizza and some
local brew. I was DYING to be done racing so I could let me usually strict diet
go for the rest of our trip. I did some last minute fussing, then set the alarm
for 3:30 because the bloody race start time was 6:25 and it was first come,
first served on bike racking.
Setting up transition |
3:30 came fast, and while I slept ok, I did not sleep long
enough this night or the night before so was pretty heavy with fatigue. Thank
god for pre race nerves to get me going.
I hid in the bathroom while I ate a sweet potato, one packet of almond
butter and a scoop of protein powder and prepped my nutrition, so that Mark
could keep sleeping.
At the race venue now, there was a layer of fog rising off
the lake and the skies were beginning to show their bright blue. It was going
to be a warm one! I found a reasonably good spot in the racks and went about setting
up transition. I did some light
stretching and then went out and jogged for about 10 minutes. With 30 minutes
until race start, I began sipping on a packet of chocolate UCAN as my final
shot of prerace nutrition. Then it was into the wetsuit and the dreaded
anticipation that builds as the race start slowly crawls nearer.
The Swim – the course was two 1K loops in stunning Blue Lake,
so slightly longer than a traditional 1.9K half swim. The water was cool, but
comfortable and very clear. It was really nice. I tried to find some feet to
grab on to and I was successful for brief periods at a time but was never
really able to stick with anyone in particular.
I felt good, but perhaps too relaxed. I navigated well and the first lap
went quite fast. The second lap seemed to go slower but I had a relatively even
split.
38:34
38:34
Out of the water! |
T1 – My bike was a fair bit away from the swim exit and I
had to run up a grassy hill. My wetsuit
came off quite easily until it got stuck on my right ankle. I couldn’t
straighten my foot without my calf cramping, so I struggled with that for a bit
before just ripping the damned thing off.
The Bike – In my research for this race, all I kept hearing
was how hilly and difficult the course was. I left transition not entirely sure
what was ahead of me, except for the hills that we had encountered on the way
the race start. They weren’t any worse than what I rode at home, so while I
wasn’t overly concerned, I did feel like I needed to ride fairly conservatively
since I really did not know what I would face across the entire 56 mi course.
The course was really quite stunning and afforded some spectacular views. I
tried to ride strong but also make sure I was enjoying myself and appreciating
the opportunity. There were hills. There were lots of hills. But they weren’t
overwhelming or endless and I felt pretty good with how I was handling them. I
had mixed three packets of UCAN into a single water bottle and the plan was to
take 1/3 of the bottle (~one packet) every 75 minutes starting about 15 minutes
into the ride. I stuck to the plan and felt just fine. I sipped water (with
NUUN) as needed. It was warm, but the course offered quite a lot of shade and
some big rain clouds rolled in the latter half of the ride, so I kept my
temperature in check. Coming into
transition, I wondered if I should have ridden harder.
3:26:32 (includes T1&T2)
T2 – Nothing to report here. Helmet to hat, change shoes,
and strap on fuel belt. Done.
Getting ready to really suffer |
The Run – I made a quick potty spot so that I could get into my run feeling light and fresh. I ran first half mile or so and felt pretty good and thought that if I maintained this pace, I would end up with a descent time for the day. Unfortunately, I had two big things working against me. First of all, it was getting quite warm now. The rain clouds had all together disappeared, making for an increasingly hot afternoon. Secondly, there was the course. After that first half mile on the road, the course cut into the trails that wrap around Blue and a neighboring lake. The up and downs were constant and mostly in direct sun. My pace quickly slowed to less than ideal and I knew I was in for it. So, fairly early in the run I knew this leg was going to a mental battle and my goal switched from finishing as near to 6:00 to not making it my worst finish time ever. I stuck to my nutrition plan and continued taking one packet of UCAN every 75 minutes. I never felt like I was out of energy or poorly fueled. I just felt like I was running up rocky hills in the heat. The course contained no distance markers so I had no idea where I was. Since my pace was off and I wasn’t sure how accurate the swim or bike leg had bin, I was pretty lost as to how far I’d come or how far I had left to go. I asked volunteers whenever I saw them and literally got a different answer EVERY single time. Now you might say, well that’s because they were at different spots along the course. Well, of course. But that’s not that I mean. I would ask one guy and he would tell me I was at 10K, while the next guy would tell me the same or some number that would make no sense if the previous guy had been right. The worst was when I was told I had only a few K to go, when I actually had twice that. While I knew that the report had to be crap because of where I was on the clock, that part of my brain that just wanted to be done wanted to believe it so, so bad. After a bit, I rounded a bend and saw the finish line…oh my god, maybe he wasn’t lying! And then I saw it…the dreaded arrow separating the first lap from the final lap. Nuts! Another 5K lap for me. This final stretch (which marked the end of your first lap or the end of the race) was the only flat part of the course and it was through sand. Insult to injury! I did my best to smile and wave to Mark and went out for my final lap. It seemed to last an eternity and I distracted myself by counting my steps and also looking for Hobbits. I began taking coke at the limited aid stations, not because I needed it but because it was cold and just sounded good. I finally rounded the bend and saw the beach marking the way home. Whew! Mark was waiting with an ice-cold “beersie”! Though it was the NZ equivalent of Budweiser, it was fucking delicious.
2:24:33
Tinal: 6:29:40
Going into this race, I actually felt very good physically.
My training had all gone quite well and I was laying out some pretty decent
training paces for me. However, having started my 2013 triathlon season in
February, I was really beginning to feel mentally burned out. I’m certain that
came into play on race day.
While I had a decent swim, I’m realizing that I am afraid of
going too hard on the swim and hold back far too much. My pool times predict
swim splits that are a few minutes faster than I have been able to hit so far.
While I realize that open water swimming is a different beast, I still think I
need to work on this aspect of my training.
I took a wrong turn on the bike, which I recognized quickly
but still involved some back tracking. I also dropped my chain twice. Also, NZ
roads are pretty crappy. They aren’t full of potholes but they are paved with
that very rough asphalt which rattles your entirely body and undoubtedly
increases rolling resistance and slows you down. While none of these cost me
hugely, they definitely contributed to a slower bike split than I could have
posted on this course.
I initially thought I could have pushed it harder on the
bike leg, but facing that run leg would have been much worse than it was, so
I’m glad I held back a little. My mistake was that I was overly concerned with
the difficulty of the bike leg and did not focus enough on the run course. As I said, the run was the most difficult I
have encountered. The heat of the day (it reached near 80) was especially
difficult for me since it’s winter in Alaska! I also found myself with a side
stitch that I wrestled with for about a half hour. Oh…and there was the bloody
nose.
Best crap beer ever! |
I would not change anything with my nutrition plan. It
seemed to do well for me and I plan to continue with the metabolically
efficient (fat adapted/low carb) approach to training and racing.
The race as a whole was a very laid back affair, which has
it’s benefits and drawbacks. The lack of distance markers on the course was
quite frustrating and nutrition was very limited, only water and coke available
all day. And while that beersie was nothing short of amazing at the finish
line, there was nothing else! Not even water or bananas. That is a huge offense
in my book. That said the race was fun, safe, a bloody good challenge and
absolutely breathtaking. I always show disdain for athletes that bring a camera
along on race day, but there were several times I wish I had one.
Am I disappointed that I didn’t post a better time? Of
course! But I never intended this race to be a PR event. I knew the course was
going to be challenging and it was far harder than I had expected. While I have
tackled more difficult bike courses, they have often been followed by much less
punishing runs than what Rotorua laid out. I’ve never faced a tougher bike/run
combo. In fairness, I was warned. I also wanted this race to be more about the
experience of racing in New Zealand, an opportunity I felt so very fortunate to
have.
As always, I am grateful for my epic support team. Mark, the
long-time sufferer as the race director called him, was once again always where
he needed to be, did what he needed to do and made me feel like a super star.
Coach Lisa Keller got me through another season of triathlon feeling good about
the sport, a couple of PRs and no DNFs! Coach Regina Hammond of TriSmarter.com
helped me dial in some finer aspects of my metabolic efficiency approach and
gave me confidence in my daily and race day nutrition. I always grateful to
TheTriShop.com for the privilege of racing on the store’s team and for the
advice and support of my fellow teammates. Finally I want to thank Mike Wall, a
local who offered a home for my tri gear during the rest of our time in NZ. Here’s
to 2014!