This was an interesting swim. My montra for the day was "Go Fast when you can, and slow when you have to". My goal for this race was to finish, and finish strong. With that in mind, I treated the swim as a 40 minute warm up, and kept my pace and heart-rate in check.
The first couple of hundred yards were pretty physical, and we wrestled for position in the pack. Eventually things calmed down a bit, and I was able to get into a groove. I focused to trying to draft off other swimmers, and for the first time in my triathlon career, I was able to do this for most of the race.

Since I have been having cramping problems on my last couple of long swims, I decided to try the "no kick" routine. This seemed to work really well, as I finished the swim with no cramps, and it didn't seem to really affect my time (still under 2 min/100)



Nothing - this swim went really well. Had it been a shorter race, or less challenging course I could have ramped up the pace - but this was the right pace for me, on this course.

T1- went well - fussed with the wetsuit strap a little bit, but everything else went per plan. As I was pulling the wetsuit down around my waist a "stripper" walked up and asked if I wanted help. I said sure, sat down and in one quick movement the suit was off!!! I thanked him profusely, and had my helmet on and headed to the exit.

Nothing - this was exactly per plan

What can I say - this was the toughest 56 miles I have ever ridden. By mile two, my back was already starting to cramp up, and I was wondering how I was going to survive the day. Tried different positions, but my back just was not goign to be happy, with the amount of climbing we had to do. Decided to just "HTFU", and go until I fell off the bike.

Had lots of company on the intial miles, which made it easy to follow the course. Kept true to my race montra "Go fast when you can, go slow when you have to", kicked up the pace and hit the aero bars on the flats and downhills, took it easy going up the hills, hitting low gear quickly, and spinning my way up.

Some areas of the course hills were crazy - the hills were steeper than anything I have ever ridden, and there was no way to get any real momentum to help you up - so that meant a long grind up. I looked at my speedometer on one particulary nasty hill - 3.7 miles per hour. That is a new record low speed for my bike record books.

Kept grinding away, clicking off the miles. Focused on fueling and hydrating. I carried one bottle on my bike with gatorade, and my aero bottle with ice water. Fuel was an interesting mix of fig newtons, shot blocks, Cliff Bars, sport beans and moons. I put the whole batch of stuff in a zip-lock bag, and put in my little frame mounted bag. This really worked well, as there was no struggling to open bags and containers, while careening down the roadway one-handed.

Aid stations were about every 15 miles, and had cyto-max and water. I topped off almost every station.

Made it to the top of the loop, without getting lost or having any insurmountable issues. Headed into the Bear Valley loop, which I was a little apprehensive about, after driving it the day previous. The downhill was incredible, here I purposely obeyed my montra, and kept my speed in check by riding the brakes hard. Unfortunatly what goes down must eventually come back up - and after a very short 5 minute descent, we then were set up for about 4 or 5 miles of 10% plus grade. Fought our way up this, grinding away in low gear for what seem like an hour.

Finally finished that loop, and headed back "down". Even though we were theoretically at the top of the ride, it was far from "all downhill". Seems like we would be treated to 5 minutes of flat or downhill, then 20 minutes of uphill - then repeat. Over, and over, and over again.

Did I mention there were hills on this ride????

About mile 42, I remember thinking "This ride has stopped being fun".

From that point, I was ready to finish - so I tried to kick up the pace a bit - that worked for about 3 minutes, till I hit the next hill.

To be fair, there was some incredible downhills - and I let the bike fly on those. My top speed was 52 mph on one of the downhills. I remember one section where we parallel 1-80 - through my wind blurred vision I noticed that the trucks on the freeway were going about the same speed that I was.

On one of those "blurry eyed speed trips" I literally saw my life flash before my eyes. I'm careening along tucked into the aero bars, probably going 40 plus miles an hour, and out of the corner of my eye I see a car approaching the road from a private driveway. As I got closer to him, I notice that the driver is not really someone I would trust with my life - 20 something years old, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, hat on sideways, driving a beat up chevy nova or something like that. He is still approaching the roadway that I am on, and he is looking the other way, but still rolling towards the road. By now I am about 50 feet from him, I'm hitting the breaks hard but there is no way that I can stop from that speed before hitting him if he pulls in front of me. Without even thinking I started screaming like a little girl "NO NO NOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO". I'll never know if he heard me or just decided to look my direction on his own - but he stopped just inches from pulling into my path. After that, I was just a little freaked out - it took a couple of miles to get my heart rate back down, and to convince myself that it was good to go fast downhill.

There was one last hill to be tackled - and I remember from my ride a few weeks ago that it was a monster. Set up, low gear, started grinding my way up, trying to pace myself. About 1/2 way up, I started feeling that crazy "OH-CRAP" twinging in my right quad, and sure enough, about 3 pedal strokes later I had a full-on cramp brewing. I hastly unclipped and jumped off the bike (without falling) and started walking up, cursing under my breath. I really had wanted to do this whole course without walking, but I guess that goal will have to wait for next year to be accomplished.

I had taken two salt tablets at that point - and would have taken my third (and last) but I was out of water. Luckily, the aid station was at the top of the hill - I loaded up with water and cyto, popped my last salt tab, and headed back down the road.


The last 10 miles were fairly uneventful, they had the course well marked, and lots of CHP's and City Police controlling the intersections - nice touch!!!!

Couldn't find the turn into T-2, had to ask some spectators - it figures I would get lost 100 yards from the end of the ride. Finally headed into the chute, and heard my family cheering for me - that was a real uplifting moment.



Put a motor on the damned bike to go up the hills better.

T-2 went pretty well - took some extra time to spray down with sunscreen, and load up my water bottle out of the ice chest.

Knowing that this was going to be a 7 hour plus adventure, made it hard to really worry about an extra 15 seconds or so....

Nothing

Tough, tough run. My first mile was an 8:36, and I thought to myself "Damn, that's good after the punishment my legs just took on the bike". Then I realized that we were following the flume, and the water was going the same direction we were running - so it was all downhill!!!
Sure enough, gravity (and it's affects) took over on mile 2, and kicked me back to almost a 12 minute mile. I tried to keep running on all the flats and downhills, and ended up giving up trying to run up the hills - just gave in a walked. I hate walking during a race...

I was a real challenge to keep moving - it was really getting hot, and by now I had been on the course for over 7 hours. Pounded down a few shot blocks, choked down 1/2 a power bar, and alternated between cyto max and water at the aid stations. The volunteers and aid stations were fantastic - always an encouraging word, an ice cold sponge, and something to drink.

The last 5 or 6 miles were tough - I remembered a Michael Payton story called the "Strugglers", that talked about the last finishers of a race, and the demons they had to fight off. I had lots of those demons, but there was no way I was going to not finish this race. Focused on keeping moving, running when I could, drinking as much as I could keep down, and just keep moving. About mile 12 starting getting a pretty severe headache, so I spend some extra time at the last aid station, trying to get cooled down.

Finally, made it to the last loop going into the chute - looked back to make sure no-one was going to try to pass me (don't ask me why, I guess I just refuse to let someone pass me in the chute) and ran across the timing mat. Tried to smile for the photographer, but I'm sure it will be a pretty weak effort.

The girls took off my chip, and handed me my medal - walked over to the ice water pool, and got two waters - one to drink, and one to pour over my head. My wife, son and his friend were there - I think they were all a little incredous that I had finished. My wife got a couple of pictures, and I walked and stretched a bit to cool down.

It dawned on my this morning - I did lots of bricks, but they were all from my house - which is dead flat.... The nearest hills are 15 miles away, and even though I did lots of bike rides in the hills, lots of runs in the hills, I did not do bricks in the hills - that was a problem.

Walked around, light stretching, loaded up the bike and stuff, then had some BBQed chicken and a couple more waters.


The bike ride sucked every ounce of life out of my legs - I have to get stronger on the bike, to be able to race this event (rather than "finish").


This is a very well run race, with a bike and ride that will kick your butt if you are not really, really well prepared, or naturally gifted (and I was neither).