Monday, August 21, 2006

Dinosaurs, Bermuda Triangle and Wetsuits

I was over at the South End Rowing Club last week getting ready to jump in the bay for a quick swim. It was a glorious day with nice, warm temperatures and bright sunshine. Although I brought my Blue Seventy wetsuit I was contemplating swimming sans suit because the weather was so nice and frankly, because I don't like to draw the sarcastic and sometimes playful digs tossed at wetsuit wearing triathletes.

I walked out to the beach, wetsuit and goggles in hand. I took a deep breath, drawing in a lung full of salty air and stood there sizing up the conditions. A brisk breeze blew across the water and the goosebumps started to appear in rapid fashion. Sun or no sun, mean comments, malicious or not, no matter. I'm definetely donning the Blue Seventy.

I got into the suit and then realized of course, I can not zip up the back by myself. The reverse zipper is awesome for a fast strip coming out of swim on race day. However, it creates a bit of dependence on others when putting it on.

Naturally this put me in an akward position. It was the middle of the day and only a cadre of handball players were visible in the kitchen of the club, along with two old dudes lounging in the back in lawn chairs.
They were kicking back enjoying a brew. Fortuneatly for me they seemed happy to help me in my predicament. With a little effort we managed to get me zipped up and on my way.
Though they did ask for payment in Powerbars (commenting they noticed my t-shirt when I arrived), my mature wetsuit zipper-uppers saved me jabs regarding the neoprene.

I had a great swim, battling the flood tide as I headed toward the far end of Aquatic Park. The water smacked me in the head as if to remind me that I should swim more. Then with an icy hand pushed my bum on a zoom of a ride heading back towards the club. After a few rounds of here and there, I got out of the water and proceeded to rinse off and remove my wetsuit at the outdoor shower.

On the other side of the fence where the shower was located, there were three little boys in a heated exchange of sorts.
When I turned on the shower, apparently the water splashed over the fence and quickly cooled their fast talking. One feisty little guy, stood up as tall as he could, peered over the fence and boldly instructed me to turn off the shower. Apparently I was splashing them. That was the beginning of a delightful conversation.

The boys were ages 5, 6 and 7 and were engrossed in a discussion about dinosaurs and if the Bermuda Triangle got 'them'. This intriguing exchange worked its way into a heated debate about dragons, pirannas and wizards. Intermittedly we talked about why the boys weren't swimming today. The eldest boy, sounding very adult for his 7 years, confidently remarked, "I just didn't feel much like swimming today. I think I shall swim another day."

As I was about to ask why this young man wasn't up for swimming today, his brother grabbed a hold of my wetsuit and said very sternly with a growl, "Gimme that wetsuit. I'm gonna throw it into the bay....where it belongs!"

He obviously spends a lot of time at the club. He also added, "You are a member of the South End, we at the Dolphin Club HATE the South End."

There is a long standing rivalry between the clubs. (The Dolphin Club and the South End Rowing Club are located next to each other on the shores of Aquatic Park.)
I always wondered how the wetsuit discrimination and the club rivalries are perpetuated.
Now I know. They start them young!

By the way, according to my 5 year old tormentor, dragons are not real, wizards created the dinosaurs and there are pirannas in the bay. If you get eaten by them, the Toom Raider will come and take your bones to the Bermuda triangle where the dinosaurs will devour them and live forever.

It's amazing the things you can learn from a trio of little boys. I think I'll go back for another lesson this week.

Drive by Shootings

I'm on a brand new email list...an 'etree' for my neighborhood located in Richmond, CA.
Sounds exciting, huh. Well, it is because of some excitement that it has been performed. A type of excitement I would much rather avoid.

Earlier this year I think I heard a statistic that rated Richmond #1 in the state of California for crime, murders or something horrible like that. Frankly, my little neighborhood, located in the "Richmond Annex" seemed quite removed from any riff raff. Other than some random car break-ins, our 'hood' has been rather quiet and calm in the 4+ years I have lived here. Then why the need for the neighborhood 'etree'? It seems in recent months, the relative serenity of our safety bubble has all been but burst. Last week on Thursday night, around 7:30, we heard a "pap, pap, pap" in rapid succession. Hmm. I remarked to Phil that it was odd to have fireworks going off in August. Then we both realized that this was no delayed Independence Day celebration. What we heard was gunfire. Yikes.

As it turns out, there was a drive by shooting a mere two to three blocks from our house. No one was hurt. No one was caught or arrested. In fact, although the Police were called, the episode kind of fell through the cracks. That was until now anyhow.

Our neighborhood group has very quickly gained momentum over the past few days. Now we are regularly exchanging emails, have the names of three local beat police responsible for our area and we know to dial 911 at the sound of gunshots. No doubt we will be all watching, listening and reporting anything out of the ordinary. The sad thing is I can't believe it has come to this. I hope I never hear gunfire at night again, but somehow I don't think that is likely.

It makes me wonder how safe I am when I leave my house to run or ride my bike.
At the very least, I will certainly have a bit more urgency in my stride and spin...for all the wrong reasons.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Doing the Best with what you Have

Throughout my life so far I have always been very proud of making the most of my resources and opportunities. Living in the country, we had plenty of space, so running became a great way to explore sport and fitness. In high school, getting good grades and excelling at academics proved a means to getting scholarship money to attend Syracuse University. Along the way I studied German and earned a scholarship to study abroad for a year as a 16 year old. Like most folks with the ‘drive’ chip in their brain, I have always looked for ways to make the best and the most of what opportunities present themselves and what opportunities I can make for myself.

Over the past few triathlon seasons, I’ve had my fair share of obstacles. Frankly maybe it was too easy those first three years of training and racing…maybe I was due some potholes. Who knows? The point is, on a daily basis I do everything I can to mitigate any ‘issues’ that present in my body. Reality is, all pro athletes have tweaks, aches, pains and chronic injuries of some sort, at some time. Some of us may just have more. Be it genetics or a whole host of other potential causes. Currently as I type I continue to cope with a back issue that stems from the L5/S1 area… as simply put as possible, this is what happens. The facets of the vertebrae jam and rub together with certain types of motion (ie swimming hip rotation) due to a degenerated disc and a sharp angle between the spine and the sacrum. The jamming of the facets irritates the tissues in the vicinity resulting in muscle spasms (the body’s way of protecting itself, causing less mobility). The muscle spasms render certain stabilizer muscles useless, which cause the use of other muscles to kick in, in an attempt to make up for the inadequacy. Ultimately this causes more irritation, swelling and the reduction in the space of a nerve canal. This results in the pinching of a nerve. Big time ouch. The training impact is directly felt in the water. Often the pain is so bad I cannot pull myself out of the pool onto the deck…no matter how hard I try. Our strategy has been to keep me out of the water, so that I can at least train the bike and run. But there is more.

I have spent the past three years trying to get to the bottom of all of this back mess. In the middle of that I rolled a tubular tire while racing in the Escape from Alcatraz, was hit by a car and ultimately taken out with a serious knee injury courtesy of a wayward pitbull in July 2004. It took 18 months to recover from that stuff and I rarely notice issues with the knee. So, with those problems behind me it was a return to focusing on the back. If it could only be that easy.

In January I started to notice some pain in my right heel. By February the diagnosis was plantar fasciitis. Here we are, in August, six months later and I still have a lot of pain in my foot. I stretch, strengthen, ice, tape, wear an arch brace and wear a night splint. Add reduced run training, to my reduced swim training and I’m starting to feel more like a caged animal with every passing day.

So, here we are post Vineman and I get to the actual race report: “Doing the Best with what you Have.” I have spent a lot of time beating myself up over the past three seasons. After all I have been posting times that are in some cases measurably slower than my amateur years, in spit of being much stronger and experienced. I have finished races in times/places that many pros have chosen to abandone. While dropping out is a personal decision that can’t be second guessed by anyone besides the athlete themselves, I can tell you that it is very rough to continue to the finish line when the upside seems very minimal. This experience continues to help me grow as a person and an athlete, it is about letting go of the ego and not being defined by your performance.

Over the weekend, coming into Vineman, I was not feeling very well. This was particularly distressing since, like most athletes there, I had been preparing for Vineman as a focus event. Nevertheless on Sunday morning, after driving to Windsor from the Bay Area at 3am (somehow the hotel reservation was lost so we stayed home and drove in) I made my way to transition and to the start. My mantra for the entire race was “race your own race.” My goal was to see how my June/July training block on the bike would transfer into a race situation. I had not been able to swim or run much, so I was to go out there and do the best I could with what I had that day.

The pro men and women swim start was at 6:25 am in the Russian River. It really was cool to see the likes of Dave Scott, Lori Bowden, Heather Fuhr and Wendy Ingraham floating around. Of course there were a boatload of current stars and up and comers in the line up as well. It was a virtual whose who of triathlon. I felt very fortunate to be sharing the water with this group. The horn sounded and we were off.

The typical whitewash churn began. I quickly found myself in a trio of swimmers. Cool! I frequently make the mistake of swimming in clean water, solo off of a pack to stay away from the fray. Problem is there is no draft. This race I decided that I would make it a mission to get on some toes and see how that worked. The three of us traded off a bit in the first half of the swim, but I soon realized that the pace was really pedestrian. At the turnaround, I decided I better try to pick it up and salvage the swim as best as I could. I really couldn’t see anyone within striking distance, so I did my best to surge along with a few of the fast swimmers of the wave that started 5 minutes behind. Exiting the swim, I felt a bit worked. I really missed not being able to wear my Blue Seventy wetsuit.

I trotted up to the rack and donned my race number belt, my Optic Nerve Rodangos, helmet and this time, I put on my shoes. Normally I leave the shoes in the pedals, but due to the long run out and slight incline at the mount line, I decided to would be prudent to run in my cycling shoes. I grabbed my Blue RC4 and was off. Running through the transition to the start line I appreciated the cheering of the athletes still waiting for their wave start. Off into the fog I went.

It is eerie, but not atypical to get on the bike and look up the road and see no one.In these situations racing is truly a time trial. There is no measure of speed as you pass athletes, no slingshot draft as you move up and pass other riders. It is purely you, your will and how fast you can push. Patience is key. So, I recited my mantra ‘ race your own race’ which for me means power to the pedal times ten! I continued to do just that for mile after mile. Within minutes of the bike start I caught a few athletes and then every once in awhile another single rider would appear in the distance. Though I did not count during the race I passed half of the female pro field on the bike. However, passing 10-12 riders over 57.5 miles can make for a lonely ride.

I entered transition in 10th place and saw that I was right behind Ironman World Champion Lori Bowden. It was cool to see Lori back racing, since she had been away for the past year and a half with her first baby. Well, I only saw her for a few seconds and that was it, she was off running her trademark speedy run. I got out of transition relatively quickly and set out to run the 13.1 miles ahead of me. I could see a few of the other gals I passed late in the bike coming into transition while I was in the first mile of the run. I wondered how long I could hold them off.

I struggled a bit during those first few miles. I had to use the bathroom and no porta pottys were in sight. Doh! There were hills I didn’t remember and save the pro men who were already running back towards the finish; I couldn’t see much of anyone up the road. Again, like the bike, a solo time trial of sorts.

By mile 4 or 5, I was passed by Katya Meyer and later around mile 7, another pro gal. After a pitstop near the turnaround I started to feel better and pick up a little steam. I made it all the way to the final mile when I started to tie up a bit and Kathryne Cronje and went by. Then in the last half mile, it was Robin. We all finished with in half a minute and apparently that was the closest bunch of pro women of the race, since everyone else was very stretched out. So in that sense it was nice to have company over those last painful steps!When I crossed the line I was grateful to be there as always. Definitely a bit bummed with my 5:06 time, but ultimately my mission was accomplished. I proved that I am back to being a considerable force on the bike. My split was 4th fastest of the pro field. I finished in 14th place. Though my swim and run were wanting, there were no surprises to Coach Phil or me. I made the best of what my body has currently and that is all any of us can do.

I have a little bit of time to rest and recover this week, and then we are going to make some decisions about the remainder of ’06.

Huge congratulations to Becky Lavelle for a flawless race, to Kate, Desiree and Kelly Couch for climbing atop the podium. A special thanks to Nuun for saving me at the expo with a bottle of Nuun and to my awesome supports, Scott and Julie Gix for setting me up with another pair of Vigor shorts…they were awesome on the race course. Thank you!

In my next report, I will share photos of my soon-to-be built spanking, brand new Blue R6 road bike. I love my RC4, but man this new Blue Rig is S-W-E-E-T!