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Understanding the run injury protocol

June 30, 2010

I raised one eye brow (yeah, like I can do that) as I downloaded the Garmin from my run. It’s my second land run. Everything went fine. It’s been about 5 weeks I believe. But something is different. My typical pace for an endurance run is 8:30-8:40. (as a reference my tempo pace is then about 7:15-7:20). The data was there from the run, endurance run average pace of 8:09.

Someone attributed it to the cooler weather, my muscles being looser…….  the last time I ran the temps were the same, and with the extra bike volume there ain’t looseness going on here.

I am not going to get excited until I have a 60 minute run under my belt but…. the run injury protocol….. it works. The Wizard has several examples, he could rattle them off to you all day long. But I am understanding that it does work, and that perhaps it’s not something to ignore. Should following a week of the protocol when you are not injured be part of recovery? something to think about.

The Wizard is very public about his protocol, but I have gotten a lot of questions about what it is, so let’s break it down.

The article I am referencing can be found right here.

The whole premise of the protocol is this:

The basic concept is that a triathlete’s gluts, hamstrings, and quads get adequate stress on a daily basis from bike training. The only major movement (relative to running) that is neglected is hip flexion. Another less significantly neglected area would be the calf (soleus and gastroc), although this does get some stress through cycling. These identifications make it intuitively obvious that if you are not running and would like to stay in “run” shape, you must keep these areas engaged and fit.”

Now additionally as this all relates to Ironman,

The other major piece of information that we have to use to our advantage related to IM racing, is that bike durability plays a significant role in being able to run well off the bike. The simple way to say this is you want to be trained such that you get off the bike as fresh as possible as if you were just toeing the line of a marathon. Wait a minute, you are!! It amazes me how many people forget that very simple fact.”

Think about that for a minute. How well do you run off the bike? What’s your half marathon time? I will use one of my athletes, Alexa as an example. Her stand alone half marathon time in April was a 1:50. This past weekend she competed in the Tupper lake 1/2 Ironman. Her previous best 1/2 Ironman was a 5:40. At Tupper she ripped off a 5:16 with a half marathon time of: 1:50. THAT is a well paced bike, and THAT is evidence of how good her bike fitness is right now.

If the run split is too far off the stand alone 1/2 marathon time, then that is an indication of poor bike fitness / poor bike execution.

I use that example to demonstrate just how important bike fitness is. Not speed, but endurance, remember that speed actually comes from a very deep aerobic base. This means riding slower on the slow days. If you average 22-23 miles per hour on race day you likely should be hanging back around 16-18 in training. But this is an entirely separate post. We certainly don’t dictate training on a bike by mph. DUH!

Working the run injury protocol helps that bike fitness become even stronger because in an Ironman it’s ultimately what you need to run the marathon. If you can run a marathon off the bike that’s within 10 min of your stand alone marathon time, you’ve done your bike homework then. Most people fall into the trap, if they see this gap, of thinking they need to run more.

Back to the protocol.

Here are what Jesse outlines to be the key components for the protocol (with some comments inserted by me)

1) Take half of your planned run volume and add that time to your bike mileage. This will improve your bike durability a huge amount and therefore help you run better, or arrive at the marathon start fresher.

If you currently bike 6 hours a week and run 3 hours a week, you would take 1.5 hours of running and add it to your weekly bike volume, which would then equal 7.5 hours of biking. Now we still have 1.5 hours of running to cover….

2) Take the other half of your planned run mileage and add that to devoted time of engaged hip flexor work. This can come in the form of water running, Power Cranks on the bike, or kicking in the  Of those, I’d have at least half be pool running. While pool running, execute the workouts just as you would have if you were real running except note that pool HR zones are typically about 10% lower than on-land run zones. This is due to the venous return you get from the water pressure in the pool (like wearing a giant compression sock). Your body just doesn’t have to beat as much to move around the same amount of blood.

So let’s say you devote 30 minutes per week to hip flexor work, eccentric calf raises, and possibly powercrank work (using 30 as a round number). Then you’d use the additional 60 minutes to run in the pool. Pool running is tricky. We used to really emphasize emulating running form in the pool. Most athletes don’t do it, they do a form of treading water. Think about marching in the pool (deep water). Bring the knees up, press the heel down. Engage the hip flexors is what we are trying to accomplish. Stop trying to move from one side of the pool to the other so fast, covering 25 yards pool running does not equate to minute per miles of running.

3) Spend three days a week doing Calf raises and hip flexor exercises. Just 3 sets of each on each day is sufficient for these.

I think there is a tendency to want to do more, so try to limit it to three days a week. Get yourself some cuffed tubing, the cuffs go around your ankles and march. Calf raises, eccentric. On a step. The criteria the Wizard used for me was that I had to be able to complete 3 sets of 12 without pain. We waited until then.

Jesse’s got several examples of this protocol working. I am hoping that I am one of them. Was the 8:09 a fluke? I will believe it when I see a few more runs at that pace. What I am really focused on now is returning to the roads safely. This week it is 3 X road runs separated by a day of pool running. I am very sure I could run a good 1/2 marathon at the Mussel next week off the bike, but I know again, the right thing to do is the Aquabike. Steelhead is right around the corner, so I have to be patient. I write that more for me than for you. Have to keep myself honest!

So the run injury protocol is a way you can keep your training moving forward. Just because you can’t run at the moment doesn’t mean your game is over. And it certainly does not mean that you still can’t run your best.

Still not sure? Hang around for a bit, let’s find out.

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Holding on

June 29, 2010

This next month is a wild ride. I’m race announcing at a Tri in the Buff. I am aquabiking, coaching  and involved with all of the Musselman festivities, we’ve got a big team racing at IMLP and a mini camp of training to do that weekend and then Steelhead. I don’t want this month to fly by. I want to soak up every second of it and squeeze the juice out of every single minute.

Musselman is a very special race to me for a lot of different reasons. Good and horrible things have happened to me on this course. Last year out of a strange situation I was introduced to a giant group of amazing folks from Syracuse, many of whom I consider my close friends. One of those chicks is Kristen Roe, who I affectionately refer to as K-Roe. She reached out to me after that race and we were able to meet up in Clearwater and we are going to do Ironman Florida as well.

Yesterday we declared that we’d be doing some long riding together for IMFL. After Placid hits things die out in terms of riding partners around here. While she lives in Syracuse I told her we are going to take turns driving to one another’s city and train. “We will work together” she said.

This is the kind of stuff I live for. Let’s get together and work together. Let’s take on this race like we know we can. K-Roe qualified for Kona a few years back and subsequently shattered her pelvis, preventing her from racing. I would love nothing more than to see her qualify again. She’s done a damn 10:08 here I believe so we know she can. I am excited to have the opportunity to race with a friend. (and they don’t know it yet, but I am dragging Jo-Chaf and P-Dawg with us. Maybe even Corona if he’s lucky. I have a rapper name for everyone).

That’s what musselman will be like. The finest class of ladies I have raced with in a long time. I thought long and hard about just jumping into the run……. but we know it’s not the right thing to do. It will be hard but the aquabike is the right choice. We have 2 more 70.3 races and an Ironman. I won’t even set up my running shoes in transition.

Today brings 2:30 on the bike, 20 min running off the bike and a 1:00 swim. All outside. We are still transitioning my run to the roads and the Wizard is being very cautious about it. I worked the hell out of the run injury protocol and we are still following it. The transition involves pool running and running on land every other day this week, with a longest run on land of 35 minutes. If I can tolerate that we get right back to business.

I think I appreciate my health more than most people do, I am likely more protective of it than most people are. It’s because of what I have been through. I have written about a lot of it, there are some things I don’t write about, but when you lose your health you appreciate it more. No one can ever put a timeline on your recovery, only you can.

All right, it’s time to get to work here. There is a lot to accomplish today. And today I pick out that new car!

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The new car

June 27, 2010

“I found the perfect car for you.” My husband told me a few months ago. “It’s so you!”. He caught my attention. For some background I am 36 years old and I have only had 2 cars. A Toyota Camry station wagon and a Toyota Rav 4, which I presently drive.

I leaned forward…. eager to hear about what he had found.

“The cube.” He exclaimed. “The Nissan Cube!” I waited for him to laugh. Then I realized, holy sh*t he’s serious. The CUBE? Oh dear lord. The CUBE.

First things first: it’s ugly. But I don’t even care about what the car looks like. Okay, in this case I do. This is ugly. secondly it’s front wheel drive. Have you ever seen my driveway> It’s a downhill driveway, so ridiculous to get out of in the winter that I can’t even hire a plow to plow it for me. How the hell am I going to get this box out of it? Thirdly I am a triathlete. My car is my locker room. This isn’t a candidate for a locker room.

However…. because he was so excited about it, and more importantly because he was willing to endure the headache of test driving, the hassle of dealing with the salesperson, the paperwork…. ugh. I hate that aspect of car buying so much that if he was willing to go do it for me…… then I’d shut up and be grateful.

And drive the damn driveable rubix cube. Maybe I could even get it custom painted.

See, I am not ready for a new car. My Rav 4 only has 174,000 miles on it. If you are a Toyota driver you are well aware that this baby isn’t considered old till it crests 200,000. What went on my old Toyota was the body, never the engine.

This past fall so oddly enough the transmission went. On a Toyota! I know! Nothing is better than just finishing walking through the line at Ironman Arizona as Curt resigned up for 2010, and having the tranny place call to tell you they can rebuild it for a lot of K.

We rebuilt it. I know , but I was in such shock that the transmission went that…. I did it.

Since…. well there have been some issues. It shakes under 30 miles an hour. We call it the shaker car. The brakes are dying. The check engine light is on. The rear brake light is out. But it’s my car, it’s my baby. It might be able to make a trip to Buffalo but its trips to Lake Placid are gone.

I have to get a new car by Saturday. My inspection expires. It’s time. No more waiting. This one is going to go a little early.

Forgive me but I got a little choked up when I drove her to work yesterday. There is history in this car. I got her right before 9/11. I remember sitting in the front seat, Luc was just months old, crying. It’s where my world changed.

On my rear view mirror are the flowers from Kona. The seashells from my first Clearwater. The beads from New Orleans. There are two stickers, one that says huggs and one that says believe. In those moments of doubt before that first Ironman I’d look at those two words. They gave me strength.

I have the care from my Grandfather’s funeral in the visor thing that flips down to block the sun. It’s my way of keeping him with me.

These are just things. They come with me. But if the interior of this car could talk. It’s been all over the country. I have slept in this car in Lake Placid. I have laughed here. I have cried here. I have dreamt here. I have wondered here. It’s been my locker room, carried my bikes. Traveled to Ironmans, listened to me grieve.

Don’t forget about the time there was a MOUSE in my car!

When i sustained my head injury in 2008…. and the subsequent aftermath  I wasn’t allowed to drive for a bit. I remember getting behind the wheel again and being afraid that I wasn’t ready to live again.

 If these seats could talk.

Luc has grown up in this car and I feel like the older Luc gets….. the more I keep giving pieces of his childhood away. And I am not ready for that yet.

It’s just a car, I know. If I feel this way about a car, you can only imagine how I feel about a bike. Perhaps that might explain to poor Adam who about passed out when he witnessed ….. the bikes…… of our house a few weeks ago.

I will have a new car on Friday. In fact I did some research and I talked my husband out of the Cube (big sigh of relief) and I will be getting another Rav 4. I meet with Ronnie on Tuesday. Which means I have to begin the clean out effort. Oh boy.

It’s just life moving on. I think I am just afraid that the next time I need a new car Luc will be finished with high school. These 9 years have gone by too fast and I honestly dread the next nine passing equally as quickly. Some people can’t wait for their kids to grow up and get out. I want it to slow down.

So this is a big week, in more ways than one. A new car, a new chapter. I hope this new car is ready, because it needs to be tough. It needs to be durable. We have a lot of miles to cover and we have a lot of dreams to be had behind the wheel. There are skies to see while adventures are had. There are sunsets to be seen dropping behind billboards.

On Tuesday I will meet with Ronnie, do the dirty work that I hate. But it’s time. I can’t procrastinate this any longer. It has to happen and it has to happen this week.

There is more life to be lived.

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Cross Fit and Triathlon

June 26, 2010

Keep the questions coming! Next week we will talk heart rate training, wheels, powermeters, running, and more. My email is at the right.

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Cross Fit. Everyone is doing it. Everyone wants to know if it’s “good”. Everyone wants to know if it will help them become a better triathlete. The answer is not simple, yes and no.

Let me start at the beginning because this post will involve some controversy.

When I go to a Cross Fit Certified Instructor I assume that they come with a level of expertise. Just like when you come to me as a USAT Triathlon Coach, or better yet…. as a Registered Nurse. I trust that my Oncologist knows his field as an expert. My dentist knows teeth better than I ever could. and my Massage Therapist is an expert in her field as well. I trust that when you earn a certain credential you have met certain qualifications, and to me that also mens you hold a very high level of professionalism.

There has been some chatter around here with the folks that do Cross fit. Apparently their Cross Fit instructor has educated them to the fact that …. and I paraphrase……a long run and or a long bike can be replaced with a Cross Fit session and you will be faster. And any coach who doesn’t agree with that doesn’t know what they are doing.

The first time I heard that I dismissed it, owing it up to the fact that the person just heard the Cross Fit instructor wrong. But then I heard the same thing from 7 different people.

Sigh. Eye roll. Deep breath.

Let me start with the obvious. Any coach or instructor worth anything would never break the number one rule of professionalism. Never, ever make a statement about another fitness professional that you A. Don’t know, B. Have never spoken to. The fact that this instructor apparently told several people that their coach didn’t know what they were doing if they didn’t believe a long run or long bike could be replaced with Cross fit says volumes about that instructor and negates my theory and belief that those who go through the certification process for their chosen field have a certain level of expertise.

I won’t even engage in a debate with someone like that.

Secondly let’s be realistic. Cross Fit will not help you become a faster swimmer, cyclist, or runner. Weight training will not help you become a faster swimmer, cyclist or runner. To become a faster swimmer, cyclist or runner you have to…… swim, bike and run.

In reality, weight training will do more to slow you down.

Would I replace a long bike with a Cross fit class? Would I ride 100 miles to bench press 400 pounds?

No silly. Our sports require specificity. Plain and simple.

Now, with that being said let me back up. There are certain things we need to think about when it comes to weight training and endurance sports. There is a place for weight training. Absolutely. Is there a place for Cross Fit? definitely.

I believe that weight training becomes an insurance policy for muscles. Many of us have certain postural imbalances. If we add a force to those imbalances, over time we can sustain cause injury. Many of us have muscular imbalances. Over time if we add force to those imbalances we can sustain injury.

Weight training should first address postural and muscular imbalances early in the season. Most general strength training programs will take care of this.

Next we want to build strength. The purpose of building strength is not so you can run hills faster or swim your 100 yard repeat in sub 1 minute. Running hills will help you run hills faster. Swimming to target a sub 1:00 100 will help you achieve that.

Weight training is going to help strengthen the muscle to prevent injury, protect the joints and to help us become more durable.

So which modality is the best? Is it Cross fit? P-90X?

I think they are all good. I think they all address the needs that we are looking to be met. I think they are all fun. We have to keep things high on the fun-o-meter to encourage adherence.

If you are using Cross fit through the season I would recommend dialing it back a notch. The cool thing about Cross fit is that you up the ante all on your own with each session. If you can focus on performing the movements without destroying yourself and trying to hit the next target all of the time, I think it can be a great complement to triathlon training.

Unfortunately in my experience, athletes are not good at dialing it back. I have a few athletes who do Cross fit and they will write something in their training log to this effect on Tuesday:

“Man, GREAT Cross fit Class! I finally mastered burpees. I did all of the sets and added the jump at the end. I worked really really hard.”

Then subsequently Thursdays run log will look like this:

Totally died on the run today. did the hill repeats but felt horrible. I must need to gain more strength in my legs.”

No. Back up. What trashed your run was likely what you did on Tuesday. The proper way to execute Tuesday would have been to perhaps not work quite so hard in Cross Fit Class. Focus on the form, not on the intensity.

100% of the time however it doesn’t happen that way.

A final thing we need to think about where weight training is concerned is that as we age we begin to lose muscle mass. For all of us the magic number at which this happens is different. 35-45…. who knows. So we try to preserve what we’ve got with weight-bearing exercise. Weight training, and yes Cross Fit is a good way to do that.

In conclusion:

1. If your Cross Fit instructor tells you that a long run and or long bike can be replaced with a Cross Fit Class, I would think carefully before I took that advice. If your Cross Fit instructor tells you that your swim, bike, run or triathlon coach does not understand Cross fit if they don’t agree….. ask your coach. Do they know anything? No one ever asked me what I know (turns out I know it well). And consider this: in your chosen field would you make that statement about a professional that you don’t know? Then make your choice.

2. Cross fit has a place in multisport. It’s a good program. It’s fun. It works the right muscle groups and it is functional strength training at it’s best. Discuss with your coach about why you are doing it. Let them help guide you into how to tweak it to fit your current phase of training. AND LISTEN TO THAT ADVICE.

3. Remember: to become a faster swimmer, cyclist and runner you need to swim bike and run.

4. Remember the goals of weight training are to protect the muscle and the joint, correct imbalances and to help create a more durable muscle. If you want to become a stronger cyclist then cycle through a strength on the bike cycle. Don’t add more leg presses.

In case I have not said it before: the key to faster swimming, cycling and running is to swim bike and run.

The key to bench pressing 300 pounds….. does not lie in riding 100 miles to prepare.

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Finishing up in Hershey

June 25, 2010

There has to be a protocol for this two days in Hershey Adventure. Not only am I on the equator, but there are a lot of hills. A lot of miles. I even had to bring salt tablets. My legs ache. I feel trashed. I don’t think I can set another foot in the park. We’ve ridden everything.

Curt is the rollercoaster master. All eleven. The Fahrenheit twice. I bow down!

Here is the pool we have been swimming in, this is what I call a score of a pool!

I get to swim in in one more time before we head home.

This morning I hopped on my bike and took a little ride around the town of Hershey. Are the streets brown or is it me? I ran into a few cyclists and hung with them for a bit. It’s amazing….. you just kind of fall into the group. Like being a cyclist means you are part of an unsaid unknown group.

Our big agenda this morning before we head to the pool for one last swim is a tour of the Chocolate Factory, Luc gets to be a worker. We make our own chocolate bar, get our picture on a bottle of Hershey syrup and then we shall head home.

Thanks for joining our sweet adventure. Now if someone could just turn down the sun a notch I’d highly appreciate it!

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Rollercoaster Master

June 24, 2010

I ran this morning! I ran this morning! My legs are completely trashed from hours running around Hershey but my Achilles did not hurt. And it does not hurt now. It will be Monday before we can really asess this, my legs have to recover from this adventure! But it all looks promising!

There are 11 rollercoasters in Hershey. So far Curt has ridden 9 of them. And I have ridden one. I know. I know. Last week a beer and a motorcycle. This week a rollercoaster. I rode the thrilling and frightening Trailblazer. I did not threaten the lives of 2 12 year old girls when they promised me it wasn’t scary. I was worried they were lying.

 Here is a video, please, don’t have anything to eat 20 minutes before watching.

Curt is handling the epic rollercoaster mission well. However the start of the Storm Runner did frighten him a bit. It made me sh*t myself and I was on the ground. instead of the slow crawl up the hill, this starts you with a freaking LAUNCH at the bottom. Think Zero to SIXTY. When Curt rode it, it was dark!

Today it’s the Fahrenheit. A year in the making for Curt.

He’s totally the man.

One of the things I love most about places like this, is the laughter. As I watch these monster coaster rides I see thrill on the faces of both adults and kids. It’s completely amazing. Great big laughter. families, friends, kids young and old.

The town is all done up chocolate and i haven’t had any yet. I don’t even know why.

They say Hershey smells like chocolate. It does, but only around the factory. The fact that the factory has since essentially moved to Mexico is sad.

Today beings another day in the park. By day’s end Curt will have conquered all 11 coasters!

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Training while traveling

June 23, 2010

We made it to Hershey and are on a little break from the park. Did you know that Hershey is located on the sun itself? Yes, it’s true. And the moment we left Rochester, it shook. Earthquake! We don’t get em often but the little ones are always kind of interesting.

I am still answering questions so go ahead and keep sending them! either by comment or by email: maryeggers ”at” gmail ”dot” com. Strangely at the hotel we are at Gmail is blocked, so my email replies are going to to be sparse for the next few days.

Today’s question appropriately addresses the question of how to fit training in while traveling? I do a lot of traveling that is race related, those trips are on airplanes and I fly my bike with me if I need it. for the smaller trips like the one I am on it just takes a bit of creative scheduling.

1. Talk to your coach. I have always learned the hard way to not attempt to rearrange my schedule myself. If you have a coach remember they plan your week a certain way for a reason. There is a plan. So rearranging just messes everything up. This week we loaded my bigger workouts before and after travel so the ones I have to do on the trip are short.

2. Don’t train on family time. I really make it a priority to train on my own time. We all have our own time of day that is our own, but on a trip we might have to make adjustments. I have located a pool that opens at 5am. I brought my computrainer. Luc is used to the whirl of the trainer while he is sleeping. But he will never be sat at the end of a pool while I am swimming. call me a snob but to each our own. My workouts are done on his sleep time. Curt and I work out a system. I have heard of people who leave their kids under the age of seven in a hotel room, even in their house while they are out riding or running. If I swim, Curt rides the trainer. If Curt runs, i ride the trainer. It is a rarity that we both ride the same size bike and wear the same sized bike shoes. We bring one bike and one trainer.

The opportunity might also present itself where I can head out for a 5am ride. I utilize things like www.mapmyride.com or more recently www.biketoaster.com to help me find a route to ride.  That goes for running also. And I have good running news to share! That’s tomorrow!

3. Be portable. even I travel my aquajogger and my TRX come with me. If I can’t get a road run in, then I pool run. The TRX i can do anywhere, I have a door mount for traveling.

4. Use what your hotel has. do some research, is there a fitness room? What does it have? use it. Not many others do!

Whether or not I was training for an Ironman, I would bring all this stuff along. It takes up no more room in the car than our normal lives. don’t stop training for travel, be creative!

Hershey is going great. There are 11 rollercoasters here and Curt has so far ridden 7 of them. Tonight he has a date with the ferenheit. The biggest baddest rollercoaster in Hershey. Now me, well, that’s sort of another story. I have what you might call avoidance of rollercoaster-itis. We are a family of three, I am “the coat holder.”

I won’t be on it. Hell.No.

This morning I executed my typical round of eccentric calf raises, eagerly awaiting the day when they are pain free. It was still a tightness, not a pain but a tightness. I frowned. I am being incredibly patient. But I feel like a bear in a cage. I miss running terribly.

I worried how walking around Hershey park for hours would cause it to feel. Do I boot it? I decided to give it a go. I wear these shoes, not only because they are high fashion but because they are more supportive than Crocs yet allow the feet the freedom to move on their own. And they are wicked comfortable. Two hours into our adventure I thought to myself, wow is this Achilles feeling really good!

While waiting for the boys to go on a rollercoaster, I did a set of eccentric calf raises it felt awesome. so I did two. WTF? Why does it hurt one minute and not now? That’s the nature of muscles and the nature of injury, and before I get ahead of myself I will ice the craziness out of it tonight and if the morning goes well, I will try my run on land.

Try to get some sleep wondering how it went! of course I will update!

But we have some Hershey to get back to!

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Hershey!

June 22, 2010

At camp I rode a motorcycle. Pictured here. If you are a nurse the obvious will stand out at you. I am riding a motorcycle in shorts. Rule #1 of how to try to die. Granted we were just circling Mirror Lake and we were just going a much too freaking fast 40 miles an hour, the entire time the thought skin graft was loud and clear through my mind. And apparently when riding a motorcycle you need to lean with the bike, not in the other direction. Which was apparently annoying to Jake, the driver, as my incessant screaming “WE’RE GONNA DIE” may have been as well. By the way Jake doesn’t swim, bike or run. He is the other half of Kim and jake and he drinks beer. However when he hops into the water he throws down a 57 100 yard free. Yeah, he’s one of those jerks.

Riding a motorcycle: checked off the list of fears I am conquering. No need to do that again anytime soon.

We’re back from camp and preparing for another departure. This one I like to call “Camp Hershey.” Luc has two more days of school and we essentially say screw that. We declare school over today. It’s June for crying out loud. The kid has worked his ass off. He needs to be rewarded. Which means before the crack of dawn tomorrow we are bound for Hershey Park. We’ve even got a house sitter. Big time we are.

We made this trip last year and we knew the moment we left there that we would do it again. And we will do it again next year. It’s three days of belly laughs, rides and water slides. Just the three of us. for me it’s an opperuntiy to clear my head before the biggest month of business, with Musselman and lake Placid coming up I have a boatload of work to do. I never take vacation from my athletes, and I say I will but I won’t. But I will try.

One of the things I love most about traveling is finding places to swim. We found this neat little place just a little outside of the Park to hit before it opens on day two and maybe just to hang out on day three. We bring my bike and a trainer and we do short workouts that don’t interfere with family (we ride the same sized bike) and we party it up Eggers’ style. I was thinking I would have another beer on this trip, but that would bring me to three, and I have promised my athletes a post Ironman beer in Lake Placid when they finish Ironman, that’d bring me to four, and if I drank an entire six-pack in one year my own eye brows would begin to raise!

Super exciting and wild times in the Eggers’ home. I know. Someone stop me.

My Achilles is healing fabulously. The criteria to be able to run again is to be able to execute 3 sets of eccentric calf raises with zero pain. I am miraculously at a one. Just to give you a little history here. in 2006 I partially tore this Achilles as pictured. Now where the red area is… is where I tore. I partially tore and then ran through it for four months so the recovery was the remainder of the year. I spent four months in a walking boot and that part has been absolutely rock solid ever since. Now pictures here is where the tendonitis currently resides, and what you will notice is that the hot spot is right where the Achilles inserts into the bone.

The Wizard went back as he amazingly can and traced the chain of events that led to this issue. I have been running too much in the Newtons, rather than alternating them like I should have been. If you’ve ever worn these than you know how freaking comfy they are, easy to happen. I also rearranged some key workouts instead of asking my coach for some help when i ran out of time. This goes back to the whole training to get it done or training to get faster issue. And it got tweaked on one easy 30 minute run. When this gets strained it can get strained good and because of the poor blood flow to the Achilles in general, plus the fact that if you spend a lot of time on your feet it’s a tough muscle to rest…… now you can see how easy it is to exacerbate your condition.

I put myself into my walking boot and became very diligent about my recovery. This included:

1. Wearing the boot to rest the Achilles
2. Adhering to the running injury protocol.
3. receiving Active Release Therapy and the Gaston Technique. Which hurt like a Mo-fo but work.

Again our criteria for running is being able to execute 3 sets of eccentric calf raises without pain. It’s to the point where I am like, is that pain, yes, no I don’t know. But we are being cautious. I have a big goal in November and I am not going to blow it when I have the power to recover and heal properly. Injuries happen in this sport despite our best efforts. It’s life.

Due to this we’ve revised my race schedule. I will be aquabiking at the Musselman on July 11th, which is the right thing to do since we have already planned to race Steelhead 70.3 on July 31st. I knew the moment we sat down in December and mapped out the year that Musselman would be a C Priority race. Many of the amazing women I know around here are competing, K-Roe, Julie Rosa, Kim Ammon…. and I wanted the chance to get in there and have some fun with the classiest group of chicks I know. But they would tell me to be smart. And so is the Wizard. So that’s the decision.

We will do a proper build to Steelhead then and carry on. Ironman Florida is calling my name. There is something about the redneck Riviera, the coozies and the cut off t shirts. The wide open beaches that I pray pray pray will still be as beautiful thanks to the oil spill. There is something about looking to the edge of the ocean, where ocean meets sky and watching the sunset drop.

Onward we go. first stop, Hershey park. Stay tuned for more adventure!

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Weekend At Placid: Day Three

June 21, 2010

Don, post run in the creek.

In all of the years I have been coming to Placid, through all of the experiences I have had here. I have never been ready to leave. Ever. Each time, every single time I dread the final drive down Main Street and the left hand turn up 86. HATE.IT. However, I am very close to a potential month long stay in Placid for the summer of 2011. Fingers Crossed.

Sunday in Placid brought the long run for most of the team, Matt and I had a bike, a swim and a water run. It was still the hottest I have ever experienced it here. I have this sneaky feeling that Placid will be hot in 2010. It just has that feel to it this year.

The run course in Placid is equally as tricky as the bike course in my opinion. Out of the oval you made a right hand turn and head down two hills through an absolutely deafening crowd of people. This is your danger spot. Hold on, hold back. Give me three minutes in the first 3 miles, as our friends at endurance nation taught us, and I will give you ten in the final miles. This right here is where you can blow the entire thing.

You will hit an aid station at the bottom of the second hill at The Downtown Diner” and then you will head up. You will run along a gently sloping down hill, past the horse farms, past the airport. The ski jumps will be on your right and once you pass the entrance for those you will head down another hill. So the beginning of this is slightly downhill. Hold back, hold on. We’ve got more climbing and we have the infamous out and back.

Make a left onto river road and here is where the Ironman begins to begin. The crowds fade, the aid stations become a little more insane, and things begin to settle in. The out and back is about 7 miles in total. You go almost to the end of River Road. You begin to wonder if they have pushed that turnaound back. Here is what the view will look like if you are standing at the turnaround, as if you have not turned around yet:

Lake Placid Run course turnaround.

If you look hard you can see 86 ahead of you. That’s the bike course before you hit the cherries and the bears. So remember, you don’t turn until almost the end of the road. be mentally prepared for that.

There is a Christian Aid Station somewhere out here. I like to say that by mile 20 of the Ironman everyone finds their version of God. Use them to help you through the moment you are in. They will. Ironically, this is where I met one of my favorite athletes in 2007. Ed. He wasn’t part of the organization, he happened to be assigned there. I begged him for salt, he looked at me like I was insane. Then we lined up together the next morning to sign up again.

Friendships begin in the strangest places in the Ironman.

Once you make the turn you head back the way that you came. Down river road. Right onto 73. Up the hill. Past the horse farm and the airport. Back into town. Down the hill by the “downtown Diner”, which becomes the uphill from hell. Right by the gas station. That’s where we will be. We call it Rich Clark Hill because that’s where Rich and gang hangs with the megaphones.

We used to call it 2.39.9 hill because there is a gas station there and that was the price of gas at the time. Then gas prices went up.

We will bring you up that hill. We have megaphones and people and we’ve got mojo. If we know you…. good freaking luck. We will scream your name, rally the crowds and we will get you up that hill.

Once you come up you make the left onto 86 again, and head up a little more. Make a right onto mirror lake drive and see the oval on your left. Head up the hill on mirror Lake drive and your special needs bags are not far ahead. You will run along the lake almost to where the bike enters, you will turn around and run the loop again. You will again see us on rich Clark Hill. A few more times. Don’t fight the energy. Even if your moment is low. The Ironman is a long lonely day. Let us bring 45 seconds of happiness to you. I promise that we will.

Once you come around that loop again you will again run the Mirror Lake Out and back, you will approach the oval. You will have the choice between second loop and finish. You will choose finish. You will enter the oval and it may feel very quiet but the crowds will be roaring. You will round the far corner of the oval and then you will see it.

The line.

The one thing you have been shooting for, for the better part of a year. The one thing you probably thought of when you pressed submit 364 days before. The one thing that got you out of bec at early ass o’clock in January when July was an impossibility. The one thing that motivated you to run in a blizzard. To ride in 99 degree heat. To get up too early or stay up to late.

A year’s worth of wonder will finally, finally be right in front of you. Prior to this point who knows what happened. You experienced a lifetime of emotions in one day. You may have been brought to the brink and back. You will think of all the people who have supported you, loved you, tolerated you, understood you, fed you, massaged you, listened to you. Worried with you. reassured you.

 That thought will make you begin to cry harder than realizing what you have yourself achieved.

If you are on my team I am sitting on the hill crying. Because I know exactly what you’ve been through. I have been there myself. I have been there with you. I knew how the story would end. You trusted me to help you get there. It hits me really really hard in the most powerful way.

For me the finish line is absolutely silent even though it’s so loud and so bright it’s deafening. For me the moment I hit the red carpet the world stands still. everything flashes before my eyes. The things I have failed at, the things I have succeeded at, what they have meant towards this line and what they will mean once we are past it.

The past four times I have crossed that line and Mike Riley has told me I was an Ironman, it’s like the entire world crashes over me. Like a freaking waterfall. Every ounce of strength I have disappears, I shake, I stumble, I need the spotters to hold me up.

Through my life it was supposed to be impossible to get there. And four times I did.

That’s what I was thinking as Matt and I rode along the run course Sunday. We rode to the top of the descent and then came back down. we watched the runners from our team and other teams run along River Road. Looking strong, all of them. Chasing Iron. Chasing something they may have had before but this is different.

Many from our team ran together. Silently at times, talking at others. Some struggled, some soared. Some stayed right in the middle.

I can’t wait for race day.

Back at the hotel we were all in various stages of packing. It was Father’s Day and some headed home early. Some stayed till lunch and we stayed until the end. We squeezed every single piece of juice out of it that we could. I called home and wished all a Happy father’s day. I can’t believe my husband supports that I am here on his special day. He’s absolutely selfless. incredible. amazing. even when I buy the wrong race picture of him.

We ate lunch together, the stragglers. There are so many stories of the weekend. So many. This team came here as a team and we left here as a family. Adam and Rae were adopted in, whether they liked it or not.

This is what’s it’s all about. for me at least.

If you think that my one life focus is to get to kona, to win every race, to be all american……. you’ve come to the wrong place. I have been there, done all of that. I am here to experience the highs and the lows, life in its entirety. accept what this place has to teach me. More often than not I get a freaking spanking here. I am here to share what I know, I have been around forever. I am here to teach what I can and nudge you to be willing to learn your own lessons.

I think the greatest lesson that Lake Placid can teach you is patience and humility. If you think you are coming to crush this course, good luck. Just like Madam Pele does in Hawaii, the mountains do here. You have to know how to check your ego at the door, leave your hot shot mojo on the side and learn to accept the day as it comes.

Strange….. isn’t that how we need to live our lives?

Ironman is a metaphor for our lives. It isn’t always easy. It isn’t always smooth. It’s full of fear, flats, disappointment, achievement….. and it requires patience and humility. It requires acceptance, it requires understanding how to be completely present in the moment. It required understanding that you don’t control everything and that you can’t fly off the handle at the small stuff.

The Ironman to me is beautiful. It’s more than a race. It’s an experience. That’s what draws me to it.

No matter what that experience is, I dread more than anything the left hand turn onto 86 that takes me out of  Lake Placid. I want to stay there longer. I will. I will be back in July and then again in August. To experience whatever this place has for me. I will ride this 2 more times this summer minimum. Just like every other time, it will be completely different, completely perfect, and completely what I need.

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Weekend at Placid day two

June 20, 2010

Kima dn jackie post ride. Kim is still protecting her head.

                                                                            Subtitle:  Coke is it

I have ridden this course about 51 times. I have had 51 different experiences. I have cried on this course twice and today was the second time. I have ridden this course in rain, a lot of rain. Hail, wind like you wouldn’t believe. I have averaged 55 miles an hour on some parts of this course and 3.4 on others. I have flatted, crashed, qualified for Hawaii and DNF’d this course.

 Lake Placid and I go way back.

 Yesterday it was 99 degrees here in Lake Placid. The hottest it’s possibly ever been. It was one of my hardest coverings of these miles.

 Matt and I hit Starbucks at 6am with great excitement. Upon our return to the motel everyone was out side eating their pre ride breakfasts. Reviewing directions. Excitement filled the air.

 Somewhere between 7-8am we all began our rides. Some had one loop, some had two. The sun was shining and it was warm. Triathletes were everywhere. Ironman without the Ironman. Many clubs and groups were out doing what we were doing…. Looking for an adventure.

 I rode loop one as a coach. I rode loop 2 as an athlete.

 If you are coming to this race you need to know a few things about this course. Out of the high school there is a hairpin turn and a descent. A right hand turn and another descent. The road here is sketchy and it’s a great place to launch some bottles. As you make a right onto 73 you begin some climbing, another descent past the run course turn and then you head up Jack Rabbit Hill. We call it Jack Rabbit hill because the Jack Rabbit Hostel is about 1 mile up on your left. The hotel burned down. You know you are doing with climbing for a few minutes when you see the Cascade Inn on your right.  Between the Cascade Inn and part one of the descent there are a few miles of false flats. You will wonder what’s wrong with your legs, if you have a flat, or if something is rubbing. The road appears to go down but it goes up. This is why we ride it in the opposite direction today.  The first of three diamond signs will appear after Mount Hovenburg, they will have a truck with a downhill symbol that says use low gear. The descent happens in three stages. Descend, flat. Descend, flat. Descend, flat.  Keep in mind that on race day you will have swum an hour or so and climbed for 30 or so minutes before you hit this descent. This descent is the perfect place to get some nutrition in. Yes there are some flats at the bottom awaiting. Will that 10 minutes, will that 100 calories make a difference? You will know by mile 6 of the marathon. Don’t risk it. Get some calories in on the way down. Take a pee. Hold your line.

 I was with Don, Mark, Ken, and Chris at this point. As usual Jackie came bombing down the hill and smoked us there. Times were good, Scenery was perfect. The river beside us on the descent was picture perfect.   We made the left onto 9n which is not only another perfect opportunity to get nutrition in, but to relax and pick up a good clip. We were averaging 23-26 mph on this part without much effort. I would be very careful not to push a big gear on this road. You have a lot more climbing ahead of you.  There is a bridge out on the “out and back” which is Hazelton road in Wilmington. God only knows if it will be repaired. A call to WTC revealed they “knew nothing about it and had no plans to change the course on race day”. Someone we knew “spoke to the race director” and learned of a detour.

 For the record: if Graham Fraser still owned this event you would know what the backup plan was.

 Anyhow the latest rumor is that instead of making the right from 9N to 86 you do an out and back here. So we continued on 9N for 5 more miles. Which was a gently sloping downhill. At the big yellow sign past the Tombstone making place, we turned around. Those 5 miles were a gently sloping ascent.  The thing about losing the regular out and back on this course is that while it was hilly, there were equal descents to ascents, a chance to regroup rest and a chance to climb. This again was 5 miles down, 5 miles up.  Which means when you come back to 86 you hang a right and begin the 2 or so mile climb towards Wilmington. I would guess it’s all the same amount of climbing in the end, but the new rumored unofficial route puts the climbing together all at once.      So we made the right onto 86 and climbed. You climb, descend and are welcomed into Hazelton. We did make the right onto Hazelton rd (be careful out training, you are actually not in Wilmington on Hazelton road). We went a few miles in and turned around.

 Here we noticed several vans for other tri teams out as a water stop.

 As a coach I told my athletes that I will never have a van out there and be a water stop. Why? Because life is not a catered event. You have to go out on this course and get lost, breakdown (mentally and mechanically) run out of water. You have to put yourself in a position of using a used powerbar wrapper as a patch, struggling with your tire, sitting at a gas station wondering how in hell you will make it back.

 That’s how you learn.

 If you need a sagwagon you call a damn taxi.

 I am all about tough love. Because I will tell you in a bit what has happened to me here.

 Coming out of the normal out and back you make a right on 9N, go to the intersection. See the sign for the North Pole. Make a left on 86. These is the “last 11 miles”. This is where most lessons are learned. These 11 miles are deceivingly difficult. Especially with a wicked headwind. Especially in 99 degrees. It’s a damn tunnel through there.

 This is where on the second loop every ego maniac cyclist will wish they had a 12/25, or even a 28 rather than the 23 like I was riding today. I knew I forgot to do something for camp. Like switch my cassette. But I would be fine with a 23, I would just have to be careful.

 Spin these last 11. Keep your cadence above 80. Use your small chairing like you are getting married to it. Bring your biggest dose of patience. BE PATIENT. This entire course will reward patience. This course is ridden with strategery.

 Every year I sit at the top of Papa Bear, which is the second to final climb on the last 11. Before you make the right onto Northwood’s and ride back through town. Each year I watch the pros go by. The first 10 or so age groupers. And then I write down the numbers of the next 10 amateurs. Every year I have done this….. at least 8 out of 10 of those cyclists throw down a 5:30-5:40 bike split and a 5 hour marathon.

 Check your ego at the door on this course.

 We made our typical stop at Stewart’s gas station in town and refilled, hit the bathroom. We picked up Alexa and Adam. Because Adam is a massive slacker and swam 6 miles the previous day, he was only riding 140 miles today, that’s one hundred and forty miles…. Oh those Ultra Man WIMPS!

 And then came the second loop. It was HOT. Everything was going fine. As we came down the descent I had the same feeling in my stomach I had in Texas. Over 85 degrees this damn nutrition plan of mine seems to fail. I was nauseous. The powerbar endurance sat in my stomach. I was bringing up little bits of it at a time.

 I should warn you that this loop is going to get a little bit ugly.

9N was fine. We made the executive decision to skip the out and back and just made the left on 86. everyone was riding well. Alexa was perky and that meant her nutrition was going well. Adam talked to me about pizza. I warned him that I was going to need to stop in Wilmington and get a coke.

After climbing and descending and the short jaunt on the out and back we stopped at the gas station. I had been unable to take in any more gel and I told Alexa I was going to teach her how to make the ultimate save.

I walked into the gas station and bought the following: 2 gallons of water and 3 X 12 ounces of Coke. I came outside and a guy asked me if I was QT2. Yes, I told him. I was fashionable today, with my Crankskins top (THANKS MARK) and my QT2 shorts. He asked what I was doing. I told him I was making the ultimate save.

“It’s a QT2 protocol.” I said to him. “Watch and learn.”

I then proceeded to dump the entire gallon of water over my head. AHHHHHH. I dumped the power bar endurance into the bushes and filled up my bottles with Coke and water. I then drank about 10 ounces of Coke after I had shaken it up and made it flat.

 “Hope this works”. I told Alexa. “We still have the last 11”

 We began the last 11. My derailleur was misbehaving which normally wouldn’t bother me. Except apparently I was pulling a damn train behind me and every time my chain skipped I’d hear oooo, bad shift. Ooooo chain rubbing. It was one of my teammates. I told him to go ahead of me as I was feeling homicidal at that point.     I jumped on alexa’s wheel and watched how she was riding. She was riding smart, shifting, changing her position, I was feeling super proud. She led us to the front of the pack and I sat in and in her draft while the wind blew and the sun blazed.

 After realizing there were so many people behind me I jumped out of the train. If I am going to have a bad day I need to have it alone.  I sat up and spun for a while. I looked at the beautiful scenery. I let them all go. I thought back to 2008 when I DNF’d here. The DNF was not painful. The DNF happened because I had a grade 3 concussion sustained in the swim. I don’t remember much of that day. Because of that Concussion I subsequently had a CT scan. Before you have a CT scan you have a pregnancy test. Which revealed I was pregnant. Which meant I trained and even attempted my fifth Ironman pregnant.  The thought of what have I done…. Was obviously there. Especially when I learned it was a doomed pregnancy. 100% chance it’d fail. Ectopic.

 It’s something I have never properly dealt with. July 31, 2008. The day I feel as if I ended a life that never had a chance. I always felt it would have been a girl and I would have named her Lucy. Luc and Lucy. I love the name Lucy. The doctor said it has nothing to do with ironman or my lifestyle. As a nurse I knew that. As a mom I couldn’t accept it. I wasn’t able to do what a mother is supposed to do. Protect her child.  Unexpectedly I began to cry right there in the middle of the hills. Two years worth of tears. Out loud I said “Lucy I love you so much. I am so sorry.” The guilt I carry over it is sometimes unbearable. If you have ever been in this position you understand what I mean. You think about it every. Single. Day. It’s a fracture line in your heart that always bleeds. Always there. You want it to go away but at the same time you don’t. So I freaking cried. And I felt it. Because things happen here in Lake Placid. Lake Placid has torn me up and spit me out. Healed me, hurt me, and loved me. These 112 miles have been 51 different experiences. It’s like I have to go to a deep place of physical hurt to unlock the hurt I feel in my heart. Like homeopathy. Treat like with like. Pain with pain. Pain heals pain.  And in those 20 minutes that I broke down I kept pedaling, kept crying. I freaking sobbed. I knew what was happening. I knew this needed to happen. This is called healing. I never thought of quitting, stopping, I knew I had to keep going forward. By the time I got to papa Bear I felt better. I felt like I had been through a spiritual experience and I felt like someone, maybe it was Lucy herself, came down and put a heart shaped patch on the fracture line in my own heart.

And just like I have always done, just like I always do, just like I always will….. I kept moving forward. With the fracture lines in my heart, some patched, some not…… and I took a deep breath and I rode back to the hotel. Back at the alpine Inn the team was trickling in and heading out on their runs. In the heat. I went to the pool. Stood there for about 20 minutes in my cycling gear. Just cooling off. Glad for my water running necessity due to my Achilles.

There is so much camaraderie on this team it’s incredible. We left Adam to go on his third loop, and headed down to the Dancing Bear for some dinner. War stories were traded. It was one of the hardest days ever in placid. The poor new folks who experienced this course for the first time were shocked. I promised them this was one of the toughest days and hoped they believed me. I got to ride on a motorcycle with Jake (picture forthcoming). It was awesome. My first ride ever. Together we swam an easy 30. Paused in the lake and looked at the mountains. Laughter was abundant. I felt safe with my teammates, safe to just say nothing, be one of the gang. I shed a few more tears in my goggles and allowed the feeling to pass through me.

sharing beer and ice at the motel

Lake Placid gives you what you need sometimes. A total breakdown to build up.

Adam joined us with a ravenous appetite and we hit Ben and Jerry’s. we sat outside and ate ice cream. Adam gave me a six pack of beer to carry around. I felt like a wild child! Back at the Motel we gathered on the balcony and we had a beer. Eddy brought scotch. Jochen was off to ride up WhiteFace (after 112 miles on the bike and a 30 minute run). We sat around, drank a beer, and shared more war stories. Got bitten by mosquitoes.

 And then we called it a night.

 Today we swim, bike and run. At about 1pm we will gather at Generations… formerly the Black Bear… formerly Charlies….. to look over the lake and eat eggs. Then we will head home.  Who knows what will happen today. Who knows what lessons are to be learned out there. Who knows what awaits us. Lake placid is a magical place. It teaches you what you need to learn. Patience. Resilience. Strength.

 You just have to keep pedaling. Moving forward. Because life is not a catered event. In life you have to hit the bottom to reach the top. You have to experience the lows and the highs. You can’t live in a mdeciated make myself feel better kind of a world. You can’t skip the bad times. They are necessary. They are the most important parts of life. They are what teach you the biggest lessons.

 I personally would like to extend my sincerest thanks to the makers of Coca Cola. Thank you for being there for me today. Thank you for saving me out there.

Good Morning. day Three.

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