Monday, November 11, 2013
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Colorado Engagement
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| Tiny frog Claire found while we explored. |
Big news, Claire and I are engaged!
Since I haven't had any race news since Chicago I thought it'd be fun
to put up a few pictures of our trip out to Colorado. We left last
week and stopped for a night in Badlands National Park. Kevin has
recently fallen in love with Custer State Park and tried to convince
us to stop there, but we just used the stop to break up the 14 hour
drive. We had a little time to climb around some of the formations.
From the Badlands into Colorado we had to cross the South Platte
River which has been flooding because of the heavy rains in the front
range. After a quick stop in Denver we drove up to Leadville. We had
planned on staying at my brother Eli's house for 3 nights, but he and
his roommates have not prioritized cleanliness... the house was
semi-uninhabitable and after making it through one night we decided
to book a room in the Leadville hostel for the next two nights.
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| Good morning. |
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| Close-up Claire took of some wild raspberries. |
We had time in Leadville to spend a day
relaxing and one day went on a dayhike most of the way up La Plata
peak, one of Colorado's 14er's. It was gorgeous weather for the hike
and a pretty exhausting trail. We made it up to about 13,500 and
decided to call it a day.
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| First night's campsite. |
During the night a storm rolled in and
dumped rain on us all night long. We stayed dry in the tent which was
great, considering how hard it was raining. It was still raining when
we woke up in the morning and we snoozed in the tent for an hour or
so hoping it would let up. It didn't. I decided to get up and see how
the skies looked. Amazingly, two other backpackers were hiking by at
that moment. I waved and jogged over.
Me: “How's it going?”
Random Hiker: “Pretty good, a bit
wet, haha.”
Me: “Haha, yeah. Where you guys
headed?”
RH: “Home!” (tone implying that
this should have been very obvious)
Me: “Did you come over the pass?”
RH: “No, we were planning on hiking
over this morning.”
Me: “Yeah... so do you think this
weather is going to blow over?”
RH: (stares at me like I'm a complete
idiot) “I think this is here to stay buddy.”
Me: (abashed) “Yeah... that's what I
was thinking.”
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| Dramatic re-creation of the proposal. |
Claire and I hashed it out for a few
minutes and decided to call it a vacation. It was time to head home
and have a couple days of staycation to recover. I had been planning
to wait and pop the question on Claire as we reached a stunning lake
set beneath a mountain or topped a pass with an all-encompassing
beautiful view, but that wasn't going to happen. But I wasn't going
to let the weather stop me, so I interrupted Claire and told her I
had a surprise. I pulled out the ring I had smuggled into my pack and
got down on one knee. I had mentally prepared a romantic speech about
how I love Claire's confidence and integrity and everything about
her, not just the sunshine and rainbows. But what I actually said was
very short and confused... I don't really remember it all. Relevant Video
Despite all that, Claire said yes. We
packed up camp and hiked back down to the car. We don't have any
plans for a location or date yet, but it's going to be a blast of a
wedding!
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| We're so happy! |
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| It's a shame we have to leave. |
Monday, August 19, 2013
Opportunity Costs
Two weeks ago I raced the Chisago Half
Iron for the third year in a row. It's a fun race about an hour
outside of Minneapolis with a great course. Heading into the race I
was hoping to improve on my time from last year and get a little
closer to a sub 4 hour half, but the race had other plans for me. I
swam well enough, and came out of the water in 2nd to Mr
Thompson, took a little extra time to put on socks and hit the bike
course. It was cool enough that I was thankful whenever the sun came
out for a little warmth and somehow the laws of physics allowed a
headwind for 50 miles! of the 56 mile bike course. My legs felt great
through 30 miles on the bike, but then my lower back and glutes
started to tighten up. My bike position isn't overly aggressive, but
I hardly ever ride in the aero position for longer than 45 minutes
and my body didn't agree with me on 2 hours 15 minutes. By the time I
hit mile 50 all I could think about was getting off that damn bike.
Of course as soon as I started running all I could think about was
not running anymore. All in all it was a fair showing good enough for
2nd and $750. Results Here
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| My hotel stay courtesy of Nordica and TK. Those are not real elephants guarding the entrance. |
Last week I made the 3.5 hour drive to
the Wisconsin Dells for my first Rev3 race. The Wisconsin Dells is
America's indoor water park capital or something like that and is the
biggest tourist trap in the country outside of Branson, MO. The
people watching was spectacular. My friends Nordica and TK were
staying at the Kalahari Resort and very very graciously let me crash
in their room Saturday night. TK bravely tackled the half while I was
thanking the heavens every step of the way that the pro race was
Olympic distance.
Race morning was, no surprise, cold and
raining. At first it was just chilly. But then as the half athletes
started and I was setting up my bike it started to sprinkle. By the
time I got out of the water and onto the bike it was really raining.
Karma has decided to punish me for enjoying an entire winter of good
weather with the worst season of weather possible. To date, every
race I've done in the Midwest this year has been cold, windy and wet
except for one. Results Here
At the end of the race I was 12th.
Another fair showing, but certainly nothing to write home about. The
theme of the year so far has been solid racing that puts me just
outside the money. In all honesty it has been a bit disappointing.
Although I'm racing consistently and at the start of the season I
knew that with all of the time I would need to spend working this
summer it was going to be much more of a foundation building year
compared to the big gains I've made the last two years. But knowing
that it's just going to take time and patience doesn't make missing
the main pack in every race any less frustrating.
At times like this it's hard not to ask
myself if I can actually make this work in the next few years,
because for most people it doesn't. And at times it feels like
there's just no way that I can go much faster. If I'm already working
so hard, but still need to improve so much more how is that going to
happen? Whenever I feel like this I'm glad that I have so many years
of running to look back on for perspective. I remember in high school
when it took a perfect race and everything I could muster to run 1:56
in the 800. It just about killed me. Then a few years later at the
Drake Relays in the 4xMile I ran the first 800 in 1:56 trying to
hang on to a guy's heels. Back in high school if you had asked me
whether I could run an 800 in that time and then another after that
for a 4:06 mile I would have said, impossible.
So when I'm struggling to drop time and
it seems just impossible that I could ever swim faster, I remember
that people are always doing things that are impossible.
Of course, that doesn't mean I'll
actually be successful! Which is where the self doubt comes from. But
it's all not nearly as troubling as I make it out to be. I very well
may not make it, and I'm ok with that because there isn't anything
else I'd rather be doing right now. Most people see an 'endeavor'
like training to be a professional athlete as something that carries
a huge opportunity cost. I was reminded recently of this idea by a
great interview with David Epstein called “How Athletes Get Great”
on Outside magazine's site. (Great article by the way) Epstein's book
partakes in the nature vs. nurture debate concerning success,
specifically in athletics. He talks about opportunity cost and the
role it plays in producing world class runners in Kenya. Over in
Kenya there is not a high cost to running, because there is a
severely limited number of opportunities. If you don't succeed, you
haven't missed out on any other opportunities. For athletes in
developed countries there are many options, especially endurance
athletes because we are so uncannily intelligent compared to other
athletes. (Only kind of kidding, of the 20 odd people on my high
school cross country team, 4 of them were national merit finalists
meaning in the top 1-2ish percent of the entire country. In college,
close to 1/2 of the cross team majored in engineering or pre-med.
David Thompson has a graduate degree in nuclear engineering from MIT.
TJ Tollakson is an engineer that creates and produces carbon aero
products. Jordan Rapp is a technology guru that everyone listens to,
etc. etc.)
Most people would look at my current
situation and say that my opportunity cost to training as a
triathlete is about $75k. If I weren't training, I could have
dedicated myself to working hard at Target, gotten promotions,
schmoozing with big wigs and be earning a salary of $90k. Instead,
last year I made $12k.
And most people would see that as the
only opportunity cost that matters, lost wages, because they think
money is all that matters. But I was raised by a couple of hippies
and know that there is an even higher opportunity cost attached to
working a corporate job: it crushes your soul. My personal sanity
attached to not sitting in a cubicle staring at a computer screen 8
hours a day playing office politics and enduring pointless meanings
is more important than monetary loss unless I become homeless and
starving for food in the near future.
That doesn't mean I'll still be
training full time if I don't start earning some money racing soon.
I've given some thought to what I would do if I wasn't racing and
think I'd like to try something in the outdoors field, like a guide
or park ranger. But I'm fully committed to the racing scene through
the 2015 season. I'm at the head of the 'B' pro pack right now. If I
can't make it up to 'A' pack after two more full years of training
and racing, then I'll start thinking about what to do with an English
degree.
Monday, July 15, 2013
Heavy Rains/Foot Balance/Doubling Down in Wisconsin
This weekend was chock full of action.
I know that some people aren't big into reading anything longer than
bullet points. (I learned that while working corporate) So there is
an executive summary for anyone who doesn't want to get into the
details. Yes, a video recap would be more engaging, but the
technology isn't quite there yet. Someday.
The Executive Summary:
There was a monsoon Saturday morning,
parts of the bike route flooded.
Sara McLarty and I rode into each other
but neither of us crashed.
I smashed up my left foot and balanced
out my foot injuries for the season.
My dad was in town for the day and we
had lunch after the race.
Claire and I drove to Milwaukee
Saturday afternoon.
We got up at 4:20am Sunday for the
Pewaukee Tri.
It was a very toasty race on a
challenging course.
I finished 2nd to a 40 year
old from Christchurch New Zealand who crushed the bike and is very
funny.
The details:
Saturday, the Minneapolis Triathlon aka
Don't Forget Your Galoshes
I woke up early on Saturday for the
Minneapolis Tri and it was raining cats and dogs. Really really
raining. I
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| Saturday's monsoon was likely because I thoroughly cleaned my bike Friday night in the laundry/bike room. |
Transition was closed when I got to the
race site because of lightning and everyone was huddling under tents
to try and stay out of the rain. Thankfully Gear West had a large
tent for wrenching so I chatted with Kevin and waited for any news.
First the race was delayed until 7:30. Then we found out the olympic
bike course was impassable. All of the pros met to figure out what we
wanted to do. We had some back and forth between the swimmers and
runners and settled on doing just the sprint course, throwing out the
equalizer because of the disproportional bike length and not altering
the prize money. Then the race was delayed until 9.
Almost 5 hours after waking up I lined
up with the rest of the pro men to get the race under way. I lined up
to the left, hoping to get on the swim pack and use them as a break
from the waves rolling across the lake, but after a few snafus found
myself about 15 meters back for the entire first lap of the swim and
then farther back after the 2nd lap.
On the bike I had my closest call ever
with Sara McLarty. I was riding behind her, because of my stellar
swim, through a fairly technical part of the course and moved to pass
on the right (which is legal in a pro race). I didn't announce my
upcoming pass loudly enough and just as I was moving past Sara she
banked right through a sweeping turn. We made contact and suddenly we
were physically leaning into each other, both of us on the aero bars,
through the turn. Sara justly screamed, “Dan what the fuck!” and
I lamely yelled “Sara on your right!” Visions of our base bars
tangling and me ending Sara's career with a horrific crash flashed
through my head and then amazingly we separated and neither of us
went down. Close call.
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| Balance has been restored to the universe. |
I got off the bike and needed to make a
hard, hard right into transition to get to my rack but only completed
a hard right and smashed up my left foot. I have now achieved foot
injury balance and would be more than happy if I could manage not to
run into anything while barefoot for the rest of the year.
On the run I knew I wasn't going to
catch either of the guys in front of me without really burying myself
and had to do a quick cost benefit analysis. With Pewuakee Tri
offering $1000 for first the next day and 10th place
paying out $100 at Minneapolis I decided not to completely empty the
tank in hopes of making some good money the next day. I'll admit I'm
not proud of not “giving it my all” on Saturday, but stepping
outside of the abstract into the concrete world of 'how am I going to
pay for food this month' sometimes I have to compromise.
My dad was in town for the weekend and
we had lunch at the Townhouse Tap after the race with Claire. He was
supposed to get into Minneapolis Friday evening, but weather delays
down in the Carolinas pushed his arrival to midnight. After a quick
lunch Claire and I jammed everything into the Mini and hit the road
for the 5 hour drive to Milwaukee.
Sunday, the Pewaukee Tri aka Bring on
the Heat!
My alarm went off at 4:20 am Sunday
morning, even earlier than Saturday's 4:45 wake up call. Pewaukee is
a charming little town about 40 minutes outside of Milwaukee with
transition set up on Main Street. It feels a lot like the Heart of
the Lakes race at Annandale. The olympic was scheduled to start after
the sprint racers had started. During the last wave of sprint racers
there was a medical emergency with one of the racers and we all tried
to patiently wait 20 minutes or so for the rescue boats to get back
into place.
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| Absolutely gorgeous day in Wisconsin. |
The theme of the day was surprising
heat and humidity. The day was clear and standing on the
beach in a full sleeve black wetsuit left me a little light headed
after 10 minutes. As soon as we hit the water I could feel Saturday's
race in my arms, but wetsuits are an amazing thing to give you that
little extra boost. Three guys went off the front and ONCE AGAIN I
was just off their feet. I swam solo about 15 meters behind them for
the first half and only gave up 40 seconds total to the first guy out
of the water. It was a good thing I was able to stay within contact
for sighting, the sun was shining directly into our faces on the
return trip and was blinding. The only thing I could see was the
standup paddle boarder that was leading the course, so I just
followed him.
I've been using the rowing machine at
the pool for 10 or 15 minutes every day before I swim for the past
few weeks. I simply don't have the upper body power to get out fast
enough right now to stay with the main swim pack. I'm always just out
of reach after 200 meters and vainly struggle to stay within contact
through about 800 meters before slowly falling farther and farther
back. It's frustrating because I know that if I can be in that pack
at 400 meters I'd have the ability to ride their draft into
transition and I'm so close to doing it. Building top end speed is
never easy, and I think swimming is one of the hardest sports to try
and do it in. Sprinting in swimming is like trying to execute a
perfect golf swing, but you have to execute that perfect swing over
and over while standing on a wobble board after running a quarter
mile as hard as you can while breathing through a straw. A lot of
sprinting is muscle memory, which is why sprinters do drills over and
over. In the moment of actual execution you aren't thinking about
technique, because your brain is screaming at you to stop trying to
kill yourself. Building muscle memory takes time, which is
frustrating. And in swimming all of the rules of force and balance
that I have ingrained from 12+ years of running are backwards, the
plane of motion is horizontal with an emphasis on rotation and the
surface you apply force to is only semi solid.
I don't mean to complain though. Since
starting swimming I have gained an immense amount of respect for the
people who are able to swim very well. It's an unnatural thing that
requires years of focused practice, which is why good swimmers are
all very tall and oddly proportioned people who appear to be drunk
whenever they're trying to exercise on solid ground. Every time I
make a breakthrough in the pool it gives me an immense feeling of
accomplishment, I love it. It's so challenging that in some ways I've
come to love swimming more than running. I know I'll make that pack,
I'm so very close to doing it.
Meanwhile back at Pewaukee the bike
course was a challenging and technical double loop of the sprint
course. Claire had told me beforehand that the bike was rolling hills
with a few turns, which was an outright lie. Lots of hills, with some
screaming 40mph descents that were exciting and some very tight turns
that I was able to use to make up time on the couple of people in
front of me. My bottle shot off the front of my bike like a rocket
going over some railroad tracks on the first loop, which has never
happened to me. I was bummed because of the heat and missing out on
fluids. I slowed at every aid station on the run to drink water,
which I haven't felt the need to do in a race before.
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| This is not Bryan Rhodes, this is my dad. However Bryan is only 5 years younger than my dad. |
At the end of the day I was 2nd
to Bryan Rhodes, a 40 year old! Plus he's an iron distance guy! I've
always said old man strength is a powerful thing and he proved it by
crushing me on the bike by 4 full minutes. We chatted after the race
for a while which was fun because he's actually a hilarious guy. Like
a lot of foreigners(he's from Christchurch New Zealand), Bryan spices
up his conversations by liberally dropping the F bomb with a
casualness that I envy. At first my midwestern sensibility was
shocked and a little uncomfortable with his callousness, but then I
remembered that I hate being politically correct and trying never to
offend anyone with language and we had a couple great laughs.
Incidentally, Bryan seems to also
appreciate the value of great facial hair, which you can see in the
pictures on his website: http://www.rhodsey.com/index.htm
and ESPECIALLY this one:
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10151142319263319&set=t.692096367&type=3&theater
Afterwards Claire and I packed up and
drove the 5 hours back home. Killer Weekend.
Now I have two weeks of training before
my annual dose of self destruction at the Chisago Half. This is a
good chance for me to try and figure out how to better fuel for the 4
hour sufferfest without bonking in spectacular fashion as I am wont
to do. Further upping the challenge, my coach, who is me-self,
reminded me that I haven't ridden my bike farther than 30 miles this
year and that a half iron bike is 56 miles. So I will do what most
'coaches' who actually don't know anything other than how to copy
training plans out of a book would tell you not to do and squeeze in
a ride of 75 miles this Wednesday and 55 miles this upcoming Sunday.
Wish me luck and train safe out there.
Friday, July 5, 2013
St. Louis 5150
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| Race Morning Setup |
If you looked at the results from the
5150 St. Louis Tri last weekend you might have said to yourself
something like this, “slow run times, slow bike times and that Dan
Hedgecock swam terribly slow...” And you would be right about the
run and bike times. The course was incredibly hard. A very technical
close to the bike followed by the hardest 10k course I've ever run
left me crying uncle by the finish line. As for the swim and that Dan
Hedgecock, not so! I did come out of the water dead last. But the
problem was just that there weren't any other professional duathletes
racing at this tri.
Where I needed to come out of the water
to be in the race was about 19:40 and I swam 21:04, 1:25 behind. A
minute and a half to a minute has been the gap for me this year and
it's still a big chunk of time to make up. But last year I was
looking at a 2 to 2 and a half minute gap to where I needed to be.
I'd love to be right on the toes of the swim pack coming out of the
water, but you can't wish yourself to be fast.
At my first race my sophomore year in
high school I ran 4:27 in the mile. Two and a half years later I had
only improved my mile to 4:20. At that time I knew I could run
faster, but I just hadn't been able to make it happen in a race.
Then, 6 months later I ran a 4:09 mile. Getting stuck in a plateau is
never fun, but it's a part of racing. There's just no way to avoid
plateaus. There's always articles in the sport magazines about
“breaking through plateaus” and inspirational things like that.
But it's a bunch of rubbish.
Right now I know that I can swim
faster, and it will happen much sooner than two and a half years. But
until that happens I just have to buckle down, put my nose to the
grindstone and keep putting in quality work.
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| G$'s Room |
Next weekend is Lifetime Minneapolis
Tri where there will be plenty of fast swimmers and hopefully a few
duathletes as well.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Trinona And Rochester
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| David popping victory champagne at Trinona courtesy of Yndecam. |
If you've been racing in Minnesota this
spring you probably have a little more hair on your chest now because
the weather has been TOUGH. Lots of rain, clouds, cold and wind. Last
weekend Claire and I drove down to La Crosse, WI and stayed with
Claire's sister Sarah before racing at Trinona. We had a fun road
trip even though we were both shivering cold by the time awards was
over. Dave Schutz puts on the race and really delivers on the
experience. Winona is his hometown so he's personally invested in the
race and it shows. There are even podium girls to give out the
awards. I was second to Thompson, which I was happy with and managed
to barely win the King of the Mountain bluff climb again.
Yesterday at the Rochesterfest Tri put
on by Final Stretch the race was delayed 30 minutes due to a
threatening line of thunderstorms that slowly crept across Minnesota
all morning. We were fortunate and had no lightning so the swim
wasn't canceled. It's a two loop swim with a short beach run in
between, which I think is a blast. All of the spectators line up and
cheer. I swam behind Thad and came out of the water a minute and a
half back.
After the swim the fun was over. Even
though there was no lightning the wind was very strong and somewhat
gusty, getting up to the 20-30mph range. The bike course is an out
and bike on country roads that run in a grid and the wind happened to
be blowing at either a direct head/tailwind or a 90 degree crosswind.
So the ride out alternated between white knuckle riding leaning into
the crosswind praying that I didn't get knocked over by a big gust
and cruising at 35mph not even pedaling because of the strong
tailwind. After the turnaround the crosswind was the same back into
town but the portions of the bike riding into the wind was a slow
grind straight into the headwind. I was riding my Gear West 808 Zipp
front and Zipp disc. It was the most nerve-wrecking riding that I've
ever done. The entire time I was counting down the miles until I was
off the bike and safely on two feet for the run.
Kevin actually got off the bike a
couple seconds ahead of me and when I caught up to him I asked if he
wanted to run together. We had a very big gap back to second place
and I haven't run a race with a teammate since college. He was all
for it so we pushed through the 10k and tied for first at the finish.
I thought about asking him if he wanted to hold hands crossing the
line, but Kevin is too classy for that.
All in all it was a fun race. It was
certainly a memorable race. I complain a lot about the weather up
here in Minnesota, but that's mostly because I'm only tough in the
heat and crumble in the cold. And even though I whine about it being
cold, you just can't beat the races up here. In just 5 weeks I've
raced at two duathlons and two triathlons that were really great
races. And if I had wanted to I could have raced the Liberty Half the
weekend I took off and made it a consecutive five. I've been racing
for a long time and still, after getting the car packed up and
driving home after each one I've said to myself, 'that was really
fun'. There's not many other states where you can do that.
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| Trying to get my running legs back at Trinona. Another great shot by Yndecam. |
I'll be driving down to St. Louis on
Friday to race at the 5150 Innsbrook on Saturday. There is a
professional field and I'm looking forward to my second 'pro' race.
Train Safe
Monday, June 3, 2013
Pig Sprint Recap
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| Two B2s, 4 Zipp Wheels, 2 Race Bags and 2 Racers. Claire and I packed the Mini to the maximum for the drive down. |
I traveled down to Cedar Rapids IA this
weekend for the Pig Sprint Tri with Claire, who is the best road trip
partner there is. We both love this race because the elite men and
women compete in an equalizer format for a $750 bonus to whoever
crosses the line first. Last year the women's head start was 9
minutes over the men and Claire ran away with the race and set a new
women's course record. This year, the elites all agreed to try and
make the race a little closer by cutting down the head start to the
difference between the men's and women's course records, 7:43.
Race morning was cold and windy. I
forgot to pack a jacket and walked around all morning with a blanket
from my car to keep warm until it was close enough to race start to
put on my wetsuit and go jump in the water. Even though the water
temp was only 64, it felt great after the cold wind and I had enough
time to get in a good 10 min swim warm up.
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| Kevin hooked me up with a new Blue Seventy Helix wetsuit this winter. I had to model it in the living room for Claire this spring because the lakes were still frozen. |
Tami Ritchie led the women out of the
water in 6:17 as the men lined up on the beach. By the time we
started, most of them have already started the bike course. I made a
solid step toward redeeming myself after my St. A's swim debacle with
a respectable 6:23 for a 500m swim. David was out of the water 9
seconds ahead of me and although he had an uncharacteristically off
day, I was excited to be able to actually see
him since he's normally on the bike and gone by the time I finish the
swim.
I very
quickly made up that 9 second difference in transition when David
realized he had left his helmet in the Gear West van. He had to run
through the parking lot, grab his helmet and then run back to
transition. Daniel Bretscher, Thompson and myself all started the
bike together and put in some time leading. The wind was so strong
that I was getting blown all over the road and was white knuckle
gripping my bars on the long straight descent out of the park at
40mph without any tree coverage to break the wind. Because the three
of us rode together there was a very advantageous draft even though
we maintained 3 bike length separation. At that distance there is a
slight draft even without a headwind like we had on some
sections. The women were much more split up and also got pushed
around more by the wind because they are lighter.
Riding
into transition we were pretty much on top of the lead two girls,
Claire and a fellow Mizzou track and field alum Sunny Gilbert. I once
again got an advantage coming into transition when Bretscher and
Thompson drifted into each other during dismounting and both went
down. Neither was hurt, but I ran past the two of them and racked my
bike next to Claire as she was putting on her shoes.
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| Pig Sprint is hands down one of the best races in the Midwest, but it fills in January so you have to register early to get in. |
Claire
gave me a slap on the butt and told me to go catch Sunny. I got my
legs under me running through the uphill transition and started the
first mile running as hard as I could. I know from personal
experience that in a run as short as 5k, if someone has a decent lead
at the turnaround it's mentally really hard not to just let them go.
The run was slow because of the wind, but I felt good and was really
happy to cross the line first.
After
the race David and I didn't want to do a cool down run with Kevin, so
we all went for a walk with Claire and I was right back to freezing
cold. We spent the rest of the morning huddled in the van trying to
warm back up except for Kevin, who apparently doesn't feel cold even
though he was wearing shorts, he spent the entire morning catching up
with Iowans he knows and helping people with mechanical problems.
Now
it's time for another big work week with good consistent aerobic
mileage. Claire and I are driving to Winona MN next weekend for
Trinona, “The world's biggest little triathlon”.
Train
safely and wish me luck.
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