Sunday, July 7, 2013

The Imposter

* Disclaimer: There may be a bit of wallowing and self-despair in this post. Read with caution.

I have previously stated that I am using this blog as a personal journal as I go through my Ironman Journey, so please bare with me as I work some things out today. It was a tough training day, and I am struggling with what I am doing and why I am doing it. I probably just need to go eat dinner and take a nap and wake up and start over but I think there is a lesson in today's training disaster so I am going to take a few minutes and look for it.

I've been working hard since November trying to get into shape, stay focused on The Goal, and plod away at the transformation I was sure was inevitable. I have fought to keep Doubt out of my head, as confidence was one of my weaknesses and positive self-talk and self-assurance are areas that I really want to show improvement in. Up until today I've managed to keep the negative talk at bay. So what happened? I'm not sure. I think it is a combination of a multitude of factors.

Training is getting tough. Long runs, long rides, long swims, early mornings, tough weather conditions, and little free time. That's no surprise, it has been tough all along and I knew the summer would intensify the training. Lately I feel like I've been battling my body - my feet hurt to walk on them, I struggle to breath, and I'm just plain tired. I've been told over and over how I need to just deal with it because race day is gonna be ten times worse than what I feel now. I have no doubt about that...

But today I am questioning why. Why am I really doing this?? I totally feel like a fraud. Like I am trying to be an athlete and play with the Big Kids but really I belong in the kiddie pool ~ but no one has the heart to just tell me that. I am slow and I seem to be getting slower not faster. I feel like I work hard but it's not enough to even reach my goal of finishing. I don't want to work harder. It hurts and I question whether it's worth it. My mind tells me that my body is not made for this, nor is my mind. I'm just an imposter trying to fool others into thinking that I can do this. What if I can't?

Today my Coach asked me if I had doubts. I said no. But the more I think about it I do ~ but I'm afraid to admit it because it makes me look weak and insecure, like I'm not confident, a pussy even. I believe that anyone that does these races never doubts themselves or they wouldn't even attempt it. If I admit that I'm afraid I'm not gonna be able to get my brain to push my body to get through this race then I've just given it permission to fail. So I'm lying to myself on top of everything else. I don't obsess on it, but I do have doubts.

Today's training was a long run, but I've had longer and succeeded. Today I had a goal to achieve in training and I failed miserably. Every step I took forward I watched my goal slide away...and I couldn't get it together to rally back and claim it. I was so very disappointed in myself. "If you can't do it in training, you can't expect to do it in the race." I listen. Too well.

I know there will be bad training days. I'm sure I will bounce back from this one. But today I will admit I have doubts. And fear. And dread. And I wonder what the f--- I was thinking when I signed up for this thing.

Why did I want to do this? To see if I could. I just didn't realize the first obstacle was going to be to survive the training. My focus has always been on the race itself.

I still have four months. Surely it will start to come together for me. I don't give myself credit where I deserve it and I need to build up the good and let the bad wash away. I just rode my first century ride this week and I pushed through some miserable pain at the end. I've had two long weekend runs, and hit 15 miles in one push which has been my longest to date. I rode hard in the hills recently and managed to push through a 7 mile off the bike run even though my brain told me to stop and drink beer. So I know I've got it in there. Now I just need to figure out how to tap into it consistently.



Sunday, May 19, 2013

Laughing Causes Gastric Distress: Gulf Coast Triathlon 2013

Shay-Shay, Goose, Coug, Smiles
I have never laughed so hard before in my life. I mean non-stop, belly-busting, gas-producing laughter. Four full days of it. And it didn't take any effort to take it to that extreme either. The banter was quick-witted and absolutely hysterical. Hands down the best race weekend of my triathlon career.

It has become clear to me now the importance of finding a good group of traveling buddies to keep the pressures of impending racing away and to unite to just enjoy the experience. The Shock The Monkey team has become just this. We have come together to embrace the funnier aspects of triathlon, and we use this to keep the mojo flowing!


Even the ride to Panama City Beach was filled with training opportunities and team challenges. The Mobile Tunnel for example became an "underwater breath holding competition". Transitions were practiced at nearly every gas station between Baton Rouge and Florida as clothes were removed and replaced during toilet breaks, and every form of nutrition and hydration was sampled to determine toxicity and digestibility. Worst food combination that was discovered would have to be the pecan log followed by beer. Second would go to the Lime-A-Rita and bag of Ranch Dipped Hot-Wing flavored Doritos. The Lime-A-Rita was consumed on the run (literally) ...prior to purchasing (precedent was being set for future incidents). Apparently taste-testing your alcoholic beverage to see which size or quantity to buy is not highly recommended while in the quickie-mart, and in actuality is against the law. Who knew??

As it was becoming more and more apparent to us, food was going to be the theme of the weekend. If we weren't eating, we were talking about food, planning our next meal, or shopping for it. Upon arrival at the beach we immediately went for food at Pineapple Willies. Luckily we had thought ahead and the first thing that was packed were several empty refill mugs. We felt it was important to keep our sherpa hydrated. The rest of the FitBird team joined us and the family unit became one once again. As a group we hit the expo and registration and then we separated to check into our condos. Exhausted from all the activity, I settled in for a good 2 hour nap, woke to snack and then went back to bed for the evening loaded up on an assortment of chest medicine and inhalers.

Monkey Love

FitBird Crew - Layna, Boy Diva, Freebird, Kellie, Goose, Smiles, Shay-Shay

Calm Before The Storm
Trial Run On Monkey Jammies

Friday morning consisted of open water swimming, dance videos, and pancakes ~ after which we made a mad dash to Publix for more food (?) and subs. Publix had no idea what was coming when they let us in. Armed with six inch submarines, we claimed a bench in the front of the checkout line, pulled up our grocery cart, spread out our picnic, and proceeded to feast on all of our unpaid items - sandwiches, drinks, chips, and a box of cookies while the employees looked on in disbelief. Once our stomachs were full, we went back to shop for more...food.

In her element...

Coug
Talley Riding the Waves
A Wet Goose
Warm-Up Swim
Publix Dining A La Cart (literally)
Talley had to have her shirt scanned since she ate her sandwich already
Bike Drop Off
Pre-Race Team Meal
Bike check-in and constant radar updates took up our afternoon, and then we settled in for a pasta buffet at the pre-race meeting. Shay-Shay tried really hard to bandit the meal but was thrown out by an elderly ticket taker. Good effort, but rejected. The radar had been showing heavy thunderstorms sitting on top of Baton Rouge all day and the prediction was that they were heading our way just in time for the race. The race director reassured us that all would be well as far as the weather, so we accepted the line "control the controllables". I was pleased that I didn't let the thought of not racing, or having to modify the race, mentally demoralize me. I was ready for whatever 6am brought and would give it my best. If it meant just a run, then I was prepared to run hard. At dinner Layna threw down the gauntlet by teasing me with her newly borrowed 404 zip wheels that she hoped would keep her ahead of me on the bike and give her the edge she needed to pull out a victory. I knew it would be a tight race between us and I figured I'd have to work hard on the run to make up anything I lost on the bike. I was pumped for the duel and energized by the challenge!


Dynamic Warmup Monkey Style
Before returning to our condo we made one last stop to Walmart for window paint for the car and our dynamic warmup in the aisle. By the time we returned to the condo I was tired but had yet to get in my PRF run. We all rallied and changed clothes and hit Front Beach Road for our 20 minutes. It may have varied slightly from what was intended, but jogging through Alvin's Island and stopping to pose with monkeys made it more fun. I made the final adjustments to my transition bag, texted Coach, and headed to bed.






We Couldn't Resist
Slight detour during PRF run
I've been trying to improve my race nutrition these past few months. With that in mind I set my alarm for 2:30am and got up to eat a bagel and cream cheese and down 16oz of water. I woke again at 4:15am for an English muffin and more liquids, and quickly dressed to leave. The radar looked surprisingly clear but one glance out the window and you couldn't see past the chair on the patio because the fog was so thick. We shrugged it off and hoped for the best. I put a call into Coach for one last pump up and then we headed out.

Race rectangle: 900 out, 200 across, 900 back
Transition went smoothly with the exception that all of us left our bike pumps in the car. Within minutes I had borrowed one and set up my gear the way I like. For the first time ever with this distance race I was not nervous or afraid or had a sense of dread. I was excited and I was ready. I was comfortable in my routines and the time moved quickly but I managed it well.

Black Stallion
Freebird, Coug, Goose, Smiles

Wetsuit on, a gel downed, and my warm-up swim commenced. There were some moderate breakers but the water was surprisingly calm. I felt good and relaxed. I was slightly unnerved by my lack of nerves but associated it with my new found confidence and let it go.

Warm Up Swim
I got a last laugh when I saw that the butt of Layna's wetsuit had been accidentally ripped out by Trey. I figured the extra drag might work in my favor. I watched Talley go off with the first wave and started to feel excited. We moved into the corral and got ready for the start of our wave. I went to the front even though I knew I'd get swum over. I like thinking I'm with just a few people. When I'm in the back it just makes me anxious because I see the denseness of the group. When I heard the countdown hit zero I hit the start on my Garmin and jogged into the surf and started swimming as quickly as I could. I felt awkward and clumsy and couldn't get a rhythm. I wasn't panicked, but felt frustrated and I kept pulling at my wetsuit. I found myself popping up and breast stroking to calm myself down. I don't know what happened, if it was adrenalin or panic or just me being spazzy. It took about 3 bouys before I finally relaxed and began to swim. I was frustrated at my poor start but let it go and focused on finishing strong. The water was rolling but I could see the buoys unlike in past races here. I breathed and sighted every stroke and couldn't ever get into a three stroke/breath rhythm so finally gave up trying. I really need to work on that as it seems I'm wasting energy doing it my way. But for now it worked.


I swam until I touched the shore and then jogged up the beach to find Shay-Shay literally in the middle of the swim exit high-fiving me and cheering me in. It was awesome having a cheerleader and it pumped me up. Transition was clumsy and took longer than I hoped, but I wanted to make sure I didn't forget any nutrition or my inhaler. I realized my Garmin had not recorded my swim so I stopped to reset it and take it off multi-sport which seemed pointless.

If there were any nerves about this race it would have to be over the bike leg. I knew I could do the distance, but I didn't know how much discomfort it would cause me. I also had big expectations for my bike speed and really wanted to hit 17mph average. Up to this point I had never even held 16mph for this distance, but I knew I had it in me. I had to ride smart and maximize whatever advantages the course gave me. I focused on my cadence and didn't worry about other riders whizzing by. I was actually pleased to see how many riders I passed. I knew the course in and out thanks to training camp and past races, and this helped tremendously. I knew the halfway mark and I knew the out and backs. I gave a shout out to Andrea and a few other Fitbirds that I saw along the way. It wasn't until the half way point that I saw Sherpa Shan yelling to me from the side of the road and informing me that Layna was only two bikes ahead of me. That motivated me to speed up and whisper zip zip zoom zoom as I passed her. Ten minutes later and I'm out on the highway and hear Sherpa Shan beeping her horn and yelling out her window that "Coach says you need to hammer the bike!". I smiled and realized that Anne was monitoring the weather from states away and must know something I didn't know about the radar. Shannon confirmed this with a "it's about to open up on you guys, get back as soon as you can!". I nodded and upped my pedaling.


It wasn't long before the inevitable happened and I heard zip zip zoom zoom from behind me as Layna flew by. She shouted out encouragement that I would get her on the turn a rounds, and I knew she was right. We leap frogged like this for the second half of the ride. I wasn't looking forward to the bridge, but it was nowhere near as tough as it used to be. I was so grateful for all the hard spin sessions I had undertaken in Unleash Your Inner Athlete. I was well prepared.

I managed to come into T2 about the same time as Layna, Trey, Wendy, and Kelly. I pulled off my soaking socks and rung them out just to see how much water came out. I replaced them with dry socks but it was pointless as during T1 I managed to remove the plastic bag protecting my running shoes from the rain, so they were soaked when I went to put them on. Maybe it was just mental, but the dry socks even for a moment seemed to make me feel better. I looked over and saw Layna struggling with her race belt as it had broken and she was trying to figure out how to rig it. I would have loved to help her (grin) but didn't have anything that would have, and knew this was my chance to break away! I left out to gain as much of a lead as I could and think I was the first or second out of our group to get out of transition.

I held a good pace for my first mile and as I approached the aid station saw a crazy woman in pink blow out of someone's garage and head screaming towards me. I quickly identified the loon as Shay-Shay and got a good laugh at her antics as she tried to film me and get me motivated for the run.


I was feeling the need to make a pit stop and was trying to decide how and when to make the side trip. I hadn't gone all day as I'm not one to pee on the bike. I figured I'd hit the second or third aid station and when I made my detour I heard Diva Boy shout out to me as he passed. Damn! I knew they were close, but I just lost my lead! I kept them in my sites for a while but never caught back up.

The run was tolerable but I found myself struggling with my breathing. By this point my chest was tight and I was over dosing on inhalers. My legs felt okay but my energy was lagging. I was trying to stay on  top of my nutrition and felt like I had done a good job all day. I took another gel and did feel a bit better after about 20 minutes but still had trouble breathing. By the time I hit St. Andrew's Park I felt like I still had a long way to go, and I did. I hadn't seen any of my fellow FitBirds in a long time and felt like I could benefit from a friendly face. I'm not one to chat up a stranger, but when someone finally started running and talking to me I latched on. Frankie from Augusta got me moving for about three miles and I'm so grateful. He distracted me and I learned the importance of reaching out to people when you need the help. Wendy passed me towards the end of St. Andrew's and although I kept her in my sites, I never caught back up. She was having a stellar race and I was pumped for her! Frankie finally bailed on me as I was wogging too much, but another Georgian came to my rescue for the last few miles. We weren't  keeping as good a pace as I did with Frankie, but at least it was company. I managed to run most of the last mile in on my own and was greeted by energetic fans down the shute. And of course, most of my monkeys were there waiting on me! It was awesome having that cheer section and I flash-forwarded to IMFL and how that might feel. I crossed the line with a smile and was thrilled when I learned my PR had dropped over 23 minutes on this race! I had hoped to break 7 hours but considering all the "uncontrollables" I was stoked. I fleetingly worried about how in the world I would be able to double this distance but let the thought go and just enjoyed what I had done. I have six more months and plenty of time to get to where I need to be. A lot has been accomplished since November and I am way ahead of where I thought I would be. My confidence is soaring and my ability is so much better.

Trying to finish strong

Winning!!


There is something to be said for good friends coming together to support each other in their endeavors. They help to maintain calm, keep focus, and remind us to laugh and find humor in life. I am blessed to have a wonderful Shock The Monkey Team and Fitbird Family that does this for me. I look forward to what the rest of this season brings us all!


Until The Next Time...





Saturday, April 27, 2013

The Christening.


It's been a rocky four years with my bike. If I had to describe it I would say we had a "love-hate" relationship. It wasn't always like that. I remember the first day I brought him home. I was so excited and couldn't wait to show him off to my friends and family. It was the honeymoon stage of our relationship. Everything was new and shiny and I fell head over heels. Admittedly I was a bike virgin and felt awkward and clumsy when we would go for a ride, but for the most part he taught me how to handle him. Little by little I started to learn his basics - his gears, how to care for him, how to smoothly clip in and out, how to lay him down in my van without worrying about bending him the wrong way. I immediately named him "C.D." for Carpe Diem - because together we were going to seize the day and make history!

As the months passed, my speed and skill improved, but I never really felt in control of him. We had a few ZMPHRs (zero mile per hour falls) together and he got scratched and nicked up a little due to my carelessness. Sometimes he would fight with me when we rode - once in a 70.3 race he blew his front tire twice within 5 minutes. He was unreliable and I was starting to distrust him. He had a way of making me show my weaknesses when he would act up and he made me feel so small in front of my friends. Everyone else that I rode with seemed to love their bikes and I would watch the couples slowly develop into one unit as they rode. I became jealous of the relationships that my teammates had with their bikes. I couldn't understand what was wrong between us.

There was a deciding moment in our relationship when I almost just walked away. He threw me. Hard. Right into oncoming traffic. I hit my head and wrenched my neck and left some of my skin on the road. I have never felt so degraded ~ he did it right in front of all my friends...as if to say, "Fool! You don't belong with me!". It was humiliating. But as many people in bad relationships do, I didn't leave him. He made it all seem like a misunderstanding, that I had just misread the terrain, and that it wasn't intentional. In fact, it was really my fault and not his. I believed him and stayed.

Many more months passed and I began to get the itch, and wondered what it would be like to ride another bike. A newer, lighter, more expensive model with shiny bright colors. I oogled other bikes at races and secretly I wished that I had held out for a different model than the one I bought. I was in no place to make a major life change though, so I stuck with what I knew and just maintained the relationship as it was. But it was truly becoming painful.

I was losing the joy of riding. Every time we rode I was reminded of the effort it took to maintain this relationship. Often he would bring me to tears while we rode, and my body would become wracked with the pain of frustration over our position. I just wanted out of our relationship. I had had enough and was at the point I was going to walk away and accept that we could never be what I had hoped for those first few glorious months.

Having decided that this would be our final year together, at least as far as the intensity in our relationship, I set out to make the best of what we had. We started therapy to address our painful relationship. Our therapists worked to make us fit together better by addressing the needs of both of us. We went to therapy together, and individually, and it helped us gain insight into each other's needs. As much as I wanted to push forward, I had to back off being so aggressive. Luckily C.D. was willing to work with me by making adjustments as well. We both went into therapy willing to give it one more shot, willing to adapt, and take the advice of the professionals around us that were there to help us. At least we had that in common.

As often happens when both are willing to seek help, something started to change. I noticed it for the first time when we went to camp for a long weekend. At the beginning of the trip we fought a lot. We rode together for short periods of time and it always ended with me on the ground in a pool of tears. I honestly doubted whether I could even endure the rest of the weekend. No one should suffer like this in a relationship. But on the last day, there was a spark of hope and it was magical. Tired from battling all weekend, we somehow managed to ride for the first time ever as a unit. I was the jockey and controlled my steed...and he actually responded to me. It was smooth, and controlled, and strong...and he responded to my touch. It was as if he had been waiting for me to take charge.

When we returned from our trip things were different between us. We were no longer clumsy and awkward together, fumbling to try to learn each other. I was in charge now. The dominatrix of the bike. And he seemed to like it that way. He became responsive to my slightest movement. The harder I worked him over the more he responded. We had a new respect for each other that we hadn't had before. We became fluid and smooth and efficient in the way we communicated.

I wasn't sure if this new found happiness would last, or if it was just a phase. I held my breath the next few times we rode, but was pleased when it was over and I still felt in control. I won't lie. There was still some pain from the old wounds that I couldn't forget, but overall we managed to stick it out and finish what we had started together. I felt happier about how things were going, and optimistic about our future plans together.

I have something that I didn't have before in this relationship. Confidence. Confidence that I can handle what he gives me, and that I can push him to new depths. Confidence that I know how to ride and that I am only going to get better, faster, and stronger. And confidence that even when I am reminded of the painful wounds that he has caused me in my past, that I have shown that I can push beyond that pain and move forward to a place where that pain will someday dissipate and hopefully eventually be forgotten.

I want to do something special for C.D.. I want to give him a new name. The old one never fit and has a history of hurt and distrust associated with it. The new name fits perfectly:


Black Stallion


For those that don't remember the story from childhood, it's about an untamed and wild stallion that is discovered by an unremarkable individual. Through adventures and struggles they become dependent upon each other for survival, and in the process learn to trust and love each other as they establish a life-long bond. Ultimately they train hard to beat the odds that face them both and they race to become champions.

I think it's fitting, do you?




Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Avoiding the Bonk.

The most difficult aspect of my training, besides the mental, has been understanding and incorporating the proper nutrition protocols into my routines. It has been frustrating to me, and to my coach, as it has been taught to me over and over and I just can't seem to get it. After a recent long brick, where proper nutrition and hydration where strongly reinforced in the days ahead of time, I managed to screw it up and suffered the effects of dehydration for about four days post workout. As I know that this will cause my ultimate demise in a race situation, I am trying hard to get a handle on it.

I am in the experimentation mode right now. I am trying out different foods and drinks that I can eat before and during training, and prior to long bricks and long race days (over 90 minutes). I'm actually working on a list of what tastes good, how well I can get it down, and the nutritional breakdown of it. My goal is to have it fine-tuned enough so I can try it out during training camp when I will be pushed to my physical limits. If it works there, then I feel confident it will work on race day.

I am summarizing the information I have learned thus far, mostly for my own benefit so I can read and re-read it as needed, but hopefully it can help others that struggle with triathlon nutrition and hydration too. I was surprised by how much conflicting information there is on the web. I did my best to research and consolidate it, but (disclaimer) I am not a nutritionalist, or a doctor, or a triathlon coach, so please do your own research and consult with a professional for guidance.

Hydration


In the Days Prior to a Race or Long Training Session:


Drink plenty of fluids in the days prior to a big event to stay hydrated. This includes water, sports drinks, juice, even coffee or tea. You can determine your level of hydration based on the color of your urine. Aim for straw-colored urine in the days leading up to the event, and for clear colored urine on race day.

On Race Morning or A Long Training Session Morning:


On the morning of the event, drink 16-20 ounces of water 3-4 hours before the start to give your body time to process the extra fluids. This will go along with your pre-race morning meal. Drink another 16-20 ounces of fluid in the hour or two before the start.

Ensure you're hydrated before you eat, on or off the bike. Drink before you eat anything and drink before you're thirsty. This ensures you are staying hydrated and that you won't mistake thirst for hunger. Your body's sensation of thirst lags behind it's need for liquid, so when you feel thirsty it is already too late.

Make it a habit to reach for your water bottle every 15 minutes and down at least 3-8 ounces (several big swallows) of liquid. It's a good habit to rotate between water and a sports drink, or to mix them together in your water bottle. If you struggle to remember to drink, set your alarm on your watch or Garmin to sound every 15 minutes as a reminder.

Vary your fluids and experiment to see what works best for you. I am finding that I can't always get electrolyte drinks down, so I have to either water them down, or recently I have been mixing some cranberry juice in with my water to give it some flavor. If you are able to train with the fluids that will be offered during the race you are training for, you will know how well you can handle them and can make adjustments accordingly.

Post-Race or Training:

It is recommended that you drink up after your workout to replenish fluids that are lost. At least 20 ounces of fluid, including 200mg or more of sodium will boost absorption. Sports drinks and recovery shakes are good choices. Low-fat chocolate milk is a good combination of carbs and protein as well.

Skip the booze. (Well, it is a recommendation so I am putting it down.)

Keep hydrating for the next 48 hours.



Nutrition


Understanding what you need to power through a long workout can be confusing, at least it is for me. Everyone is different and what works for some doesn't always work for others. Add in GI issues, heat intolerance, and nerves and it can be a recipe for disaster if preparations haven't been made.

Twenty-Four Hours Before Your Race/Training


As a general rule you want to avoid those foods that are slow to empty from your stomach, such as those that are high in fat, high in fiber, or other highly processed meals. The more simple the meal, usually the better. Once you find what works for you, stick with it. When I researched what many of the pros ate before their races, most were pretty obsessive about eating the exact meal each time. In general there was a lot of grilled chicken, steak, sweet potatoes, brown rice, and pasta.

Your last large meal should be finished approximately 12 hours before your scheduled start. This will ensure everything is fully digested before the race kicks off. If it's a 7am start, then dinner should be done by 7pm.

Pre-Race/Long Training Morning Meal

Research shows that consuming 1.5 - 1.8 grams of carbohydrate per pound of body weight is ideal for improving performance. For a 150-pound athlete, that translates to 225 to 270 grams of carbohydrate (or about 1000 calories) before a hard effort. As that sounds like a lot, the key is to get it in early.

According to the American College of Sports Medicine you should have this pre-race morning meal 3-4 hours prior to the gun going off. The main purpose of this pre-race meal is to fill your liver with glycogen. Liver glycogen fuels your nervous system while you sleep, and as a result your liver is roughly 50 percent depleted when you wake up in the morning. Your muscles, inactive during the night, remain fully glycogen loaded from the previous day. By consuming this early morning meal, it gives your body time to digest so that your stomach is fairly empty and your liver is totally fueled. This time frame allows for insulin and blood glucose to normalize and hormonal levels to normalize. Muscles burn glucose for fuel and the body stores glucose in the form of glycogen which can be broken down into useable glucose when working muscles need an increased fuel supply. The body can store enough glycogen to support approximately 90 minutes of moderate-intensity exercise.

The appropriate size of your pre-race meal depends on three factors: the duration of your race, your size, and the timing of the meal. The longer the race, and the heavier you are, the larger the meal should be. The closer the meal falls to the race start, the smaller it should be. If you are able to eat 3-4 hours out you can safely consume up to 1,000 calories. If that is too big a meal you can divide it up into two smaller meals, eating 200-400 calories four hours before the start (along with 12 to 20 ounces of fluid) and eating the remaining carbs 90 minutes to 2 hours before the start.

If you choose to eat your entire pre-race meal just two hours before the start due to not wanting to get up so early, eat only 1 gram of carb per body weigh (or 150grams, or 600 calories, for a 150-pound athlete) and stick with foods you know are easy on your stomach. Since you are consuming less, you do risk running out of liver glycogen, which will cause your blood sugar to plummet and may mean you hit the wall. So be vigilant about fueling early in the race (consuming about 30-60 grams of carbs per hour) to keep your energy levels high.

Finally have your last 25 to 30 grams of carbs 30 to 60 minutes prior to the start. This could be an energy gel or chews (with 12 to 16 ounces of water) or 16 ounces of sports drink.

The best pre-race breakfast consists of mainly carbohydrates (at least 80%) since they're digested more rapidly and are your body's preferred fuel source. Small amounts of protein will stave off hunger during the later miles. Limit or avoid fat and fiber as the former takes too long to digest, and the latter can cause bloating and GI problems.

The types of carbohydrate are not important (as long as the meal is timed in this 3-4 hour window) as the GI index of the meal will have no effect on performance.

Recommended breakfast foods:

Bagel and Peanut Butter or Almond Butter
Oatmeal with milk and dried fruit
Yogurt and toast
Banana and high-carb energy bar
Waffle with syrup and strawberries
Bowl of rice
Meal replacement shake (Ensure has about 250 calories and 40 grams carb)

If queasiness is a problem on race morning, liquid carbs may be the way to go. Smoothies, juices, breakfast shakes, and sports drinks are good ways to pack in carbs that can easily empty from your stomach.

Pre-Race Meal Plan Example (150 pound athlete)

3 to 4 hours prerace
1 cup cooked oatmeal with 2 tablespoons honey 62g of carbs
6 ounces yogurt 17g
1 large banana 31 g
2 tablespoons raisins 16g
4 ounces juice 14g
12 to 20 ounces water 0g
Total Carbs = 140 g

90 minutes to 2 hours prerace
1 slice of bread with 1 tablespoon jam 28g
24 ounces sports drink 47g
Total Carbs = 75 g

30 to 60 minutes prerace
1 energy gel or serving of energy chews 25g
8 to 12 ounces water 0g
Total Carbs = 25 g



During the race/training session


Calories burned should be mirrored by calories consumed as closely as possible.

Instead of eating a large amount of food mid ride, nibble high carb foods throughout the ride. Ingest something (about 15-20 carbs worth) every 30-45 minutes (and 150-400 calories per hour depending on your needs) and start the process during the first hour on the bike. Use the alarm on your watch to signal the time to eat, and carry your snacks (already unwrapped and in bite-size pieces) in a baggie in your fuel bag or pocket for easy access. Think of nutrition/hydration as an IV, just keep the drip flowing by constantly sipping or snacking on small amounts at a time. The amount you ingest will depend on your body size, training intensity and duration, as well as what your stomach can handle. Your goal is to keep your blood sugar steady.

Suggestions for solid foods on the bike:

dried fruit (raisins or dates)
bagel pieces
low-fat bite size cookies (fig newton)
energy bars

Caffeine can increase focus for some athletes. Some people limit their consumption of it the week of the race for improved potency on race day. Save your caffeinated gels for the end of the bike or for the run. Take in some coke if needed along the run.

Post-Race:


After exercise you want to eat a balanced, mixed meal (a 4:1 carbs to protein ratio and around 200 calories) within 30 minutes to promote optimal recovery. Aim for a half a gram of carbohydrate per pound of weight. For a 150-pound athlete that's 75 grams, or the equivalent of a bagel and banana. Consume 15 to 20 grams of protein to kick-start muscle repair. Just after a training session is when there is maximum blood flow to muscles, cells are more sensitive to insulin and glycogen synthase (the enzyme responsible for making glycogen) is most active. Try and eat a full meal within an hour.

Suggestions for post-workout foods:

A glass of milk and a PB&J sandwich
A turkey sandwich and an orange
A bowl of cereal and a sliced banana

Post-Workout Snacks:

A sports drink
Sports Bar
Banana
Yogurt
Smoothie

Sports nutrition for endurance athletes can be very technical and should truly be tailored to an athlete's individual needs based on their physical makeup, training goals, and environmental factors. This continues to be a work in progress for me, with lots of trial and error...often more error than success. With each training session I have an opportunity to experiment and rule out potential foods and drinks that can be used to fuel my efforts. The more I try, the more I learn.

Information consolidated from a variety of sources. Some content copied verbatim from the following:
American College of Sports Medicine, Selecting and Effectively Using Sports Drinks, Carbohydrate Gels and Energy Bars
American College of Sports Medicine, Selecting and Effectively Using Hydration for Fitness

Monique Ryan, M.S., R.D. "Perfecting Your Pre-Race Food Strategy"
Sarah Currie, M.S., R.D. "A Meal Plan For Triathletes"
Tuned In To Cycling Blog, "Cycling Nutrition: Eating on the Bike"

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Shock The Monkey Tour


Yep, that's right. You heard me. This Ironman Journey has now officially been dubbed the Shock The Monkey Ironman Tour 2013. Why? Why the hell not? I've had a monkey on my back for over a year now and that sucker has finally come off! 

It is obvious that race day is the end of this journey, but it is the training journey that is taking me over a year to complete. It is during this journey that I will be changing ~ mentally, physically, and spiritually in preparation for more of the same on race day. Triathlon training can be serious stuff. There is hard work to cut weight, build muscle, and improve skill. There are time sacrifices and juggling of schedules and priorities. There is so much seriousness to it all. That is where my training team comes in. To lighten things up, provide some laughs, keep things in perspective, and help me to maintain my mojo when times get hard.

I have the best support team a girl could ask for, and the best Sherpa who has embraced this journey of mine as if it were her own. I know that ultimately triathlon is an individual sport, but there is no doubt in my mind that I am on a team.

Hang around to see what antics are in store...



Tuesday, January 1, 2013

The Mind Bank

I'm working hard on developing strategies to improve my mental toughness as I feel this continues to be my greatest limiter. In training, 9/10 times it is my mind that forces my body into stopping rather than my body collapsing from exhaustion. Often I recognize that this is happening, but I can't overcome it. The poor excuses sneak in and prevail and I grind to a halt.

I am making gains, but there is still a long way to go. I find a am hesitant and nervous with new challenges rather than eager and adrenalin filled in my approach to them. The confidence I have acquired applies to the activities I have already conquered but not to the ones that lay ahead. I approach certain aspects of training with dread rather than with ambition. The fear of failure still embraces me - and I face that fear by Finding Excuses And Reasons as to why I can't complete something.  This is where I am trying to make strides.

I am trying to focus on positive thoughts rather than letting my mind lead me elsewhere. I realize it is just a game of distraction and I am hoping I can fool my brain into ignoring the pain, fatigue, and impulse to quit by implementing some new strategies.

I just finished reading Chrissie Wellington's book, A Life Without Limits, in which she addresses this very issue. She recommends developing a "mind bank" of images that can be turned to when struggling in order to help push through the pain or fatigue. I started thinking about images I can put into my mind bank to pull out as needed ~ places I've been and experiences I've had, as well as things that I love.

Some of the mental coins I am placing in my mind bank:
  • The memory of breathing in fresh tropical air, dipping my feet into the clear blue water of St. Martin while sailing on a catamaran with my closest college friends. That lone image is my happy place. 
  • Kayaking at the lake house during my trip to Muskoka, Canada and hearing only the slap of the paddles on the water and feeling the icy spray of the mist on my face. My moment of solitude and peace.
  • Numerous mountain biking and trail riding and canoeing experiences during my adventure races. The belly laughs and crazy antics of my friends are such good memories.
  • The thrill of exploring new terrain by foot or by bike, of learning a new skill, of putting a mastered skill to use. I have several of these coins to withdraw.
  • I can always focus myself on objects that I love ~ the ice cold creaminess of a big bowl of Blue Bell ice cream, a large sweet icy lemonade, the faces of my children, friends, and husband, and the memory of my Dad.


Another strategy to help me focus is to concentrate on the technique of whatever it is I am doing. Whether it is to think about my running posture and stride, my cadence on the bike, the entrance of my hand while swimming, or my breathing, there is always something that I can zone in on to block out the pain and fatigue. My struggle is that although I am learning to do this,  I can't seem to keep that focus for the amount of time it takes to fully complete the activity. I am expecting this to improve with training and my determination to block the discomfort out. I am trying to incorporate this into training, so by race time it will be second-nature and I will be able to maintain the focus.

Chrissie talks about the mind being our body's main defense against injury. This defense system is geared to send warning signals of impending system failure, encouraging us to quit the behavior that is triggering it. But the brain is able to be trained to ignore these perceived limits and those limits can gradually be extended to allow for greater and greater physical feats. With each successful push past a perceived boundary, the boundary gets moved again. In turn confidence is built by one's ability to withstand the effort safely. It is this knowledge that she says one can fall back on when struggling. The more experiences of success you have in your arsenal the more comfortable you will be in your endeavor to push onwards.

There are other strategies too ~ if you train on the course that you race on you can establish landmarks to guide yourself by. She at times listens to the same music when training on a course so that when she races she can "hear" the songs as she passes the landmarks. She also dedicates aspects of her run to causes or people in her life. I am trying to implement this as well. In both training, and for my race, I have matched certain people with certain mile markers and am going to try and lift them up during that mile. Something positive to focus on rather than the pounding of my feet.

Ultimately, in order to succeed, I realize that I have to trust in my training plan, and in doing so... my Coach. If I don't fully give myself over to the program then I won't have confidence that my training will have prepared me to successfully accomplish my ultimate goal. When I am in the throws of competition, that is one doubt that I don't want to have.

Whether it is a mantra, a poem, an image... bank it and be prepared to make a withdrawal during training and on race day.




Wednesday, December 12, 2012

No Excuses!


I think I've had a breakthrough this week. I realized that it doesn't matter how many "good" excuses I have, they are still excuses. There will always be something that hurts, there will always be a day I am sad, there will always be a schedule that is hectic. Those things are pretty much guaranteed. What is not guaranteed is how I will respond to those things. It's so easy to justify missing a workout. I know that there will be times that I will make a conscious choice to miss training. I am a strong believer in mental health days, in preventing further injury, and in making choices that help to "keep the balance". I am, however, going to think long and hard about those choices and whether they are truly valid or just convenient.



This week I had a malady of psychosomatic issues. A migraine almost kept me from my first 10k of this training season, but luckily I managed to recover enough to complete it. I've been dealing with plantar fasciitis in both feet and it keeps me from wanting to run, but I've managed to follow the directions of my therapist and still continue my training. I've had a bout of holiday blues that kept me from a training session this week, but after I identified my problem I was able to pull it together to finish my training later in the day... and in doing so I was able to focus enough to nail my workout. I'm on a learning curve, but I am learning.