2014 Sportiedoc Race Updates

We are a little way into 2014 and with a few races under my belt to blow off the winter rust, here is  a update on my 'progress'.

In October 2013 we set up CuroSeven.Ltd. a company which offers proactive health consultations and performance optimisation through physiological analysis. (Blood/Saliva testing).

It has been an exciting time with much interest in the service but also a busy time. 

Training to race the best pro athletes in the world cannot be undertaken half heartedly and this is something that most age-group and some pro athletes will understand.

I average around 16 hours a week training - many pro's train for double this time. 
Ensuring there is quality in every session is key (easier said than done ;)

If you have to work between training sessions, your recovery both mental and physical can be compromised. Have a read here if you are interested in more about this. The crux is don't do your quality - hard sessions when you have had a mentally challenging/stressful day.

Caffeine seems to prevent the decline in performance seen with mental fatigue, but then recovery and adaptation may be affected if the workout is in the evening. 
Interestingly caffeine tends to be performance 'enhancing' in the morning but not pm.

See : Improvements on neuromuscular performance with caffeine ingestion depend on the time-of-day

Race 1 - Challenge Fuerteventura.

If this race has been 2 weeks earlier I would have been confident about my ability to fight for the top spots. I had my best ever training camp with coach Tom Bennett at Ferrer Hotels in Mallorca.

But as is often the case when things are going well, i noticed a niggle towards the end of the camp in my peroneals which was revealed by a timely ultra-sound scan (thanks @ParysEdwardsTri) to be a peroneal and calf tear.

Lesson - Don't change cleats (from SpeedPlay back to Shimano and fiddle incessantly with the position..) Constant microtearing of the muscle has resulted in a significant tear all the way along the peroneal border and part of the soleus muscle. 

Result - 8 days no running pre race.

This race is held out of Playitas Resort which many Pro Athletes use as a winter base - hence a stacked start list with multiple IM and 70.3 winners.

Performance on the day was decidedly average. I missed the pack in the swim and swam alone - need to work on the first 400m acceleration - as being a one-paced wonder - does not cut it.  Goggles got kicked off - so Sighting was interesting. 

Bike was ok, but perceived effort was higher for the power that i was hoping to push and my calf injury niggled with each pedal stroke, mentally undermining my race head. 

I made up some of the lost time on the swim but had hoped for more and came into the T2 in 4th. I went out tentatively as I didn't know how the leg would feel. Any sharp pain and instructions were to stop - no sharp pain and I jogged on. And this is how the run went - no digging deep, no fighting for the podium - just a run which didn't tax my injury and which may have had been sidelined from upcoming races. Eimear Mullan whom I have battled with in races before - came through with a storming run to run through from 6th to 2nd, with only Camilla Pedersen remaining ahead.  Read more about Camilla's incredible return from coma to racing here. To put it in perspective I ran a 1.30 half marathon which is often what my long sunday runs end up being.  (Coach says I am over-striding in this photo btw.

First race done, dusted and onwards.

Race 2 - Ironman 70.3 Mallorca 

This was one of my A races - I have trained in Mallorca numerous times and know the roads and the one big climb in the race (up to Lluc) well. (Still holding the Strava QOM last time i checked) I felt fit, ready and strong. I had my Dad, Coach and boyfriend all there supporting me and making sure my bike went into the race mechanical free (for those that know me - know that mechanics ain't my strong point - but i have learnt the hard way from my laissez faire attitude to the allen key.)

Race Day. 
Smooth right up until the start. I had decided to race with my one armed wetstuit - a modified BlueSeventy Helix

I know it looks odd, but it has worked for me in the past. 

Reason - 2 x collar-bone breaks means that I have restricted range on that side - even the most flexible wetsuit affects my ability to get into a high elbow catch - this helps, but downside is water gets into the suit - meaning more drag. I have tried to get hold of the sleveless wetsuit, but availability is low.

Swim - Beach Start. Sophie Goos, Liz Blatchford and Last Years' (and this years') winner - Lisa Hutthaler - (who's reputation and ban for EPO use - amongst other things - precedes her)...
all went out hard from the gun. 

Liz Blatchford as a former ITU athlete and super swimmer immediately got ahead with a few perfectlly executed dolphin dives. I swam with Lisa and Sophie alternating position for most of the way until we caught some of the slower male pros who then tried rather viciously to usurp my position and i lost feet, got dunked and had to swim wide to get clear. I exited T1 around 20secs behind this group and a few minutes behind Liz. Game on. 

On to the Bike, legs felt good from the start which is rare for me and I pushed ahead on the road through Pollenca - catching Sophie,  Astrid Ganzow (Also a Doctor who won her AG in Kona last year.. ) and Natasha Schmitt. Then in the lead into the climb I started to get a cramp in my calf ( the healing injury_) and my watts dropped as I tried to stretch and offload it. Not too bad and back on it quickly. 

The girls came past me once more at this point and we went onto the climb together. 
I had instructions to cap watts on this climb (sub threshold) and I did... but suprisingly the others were pushing hard all to'ing and fro'ing. I kept them in my sights but didn't attack, biding my time. 

Over the climb and onto the descent which I have done countless times. I am descending well this year, thanks to some practice and learning how to place weight appropriately on the pedals when cornering. 

Thank you to http://ulrichscherbaum.wordpress.com/ for the photo.

I do, however, have the tiniest tri bars which can make handling somewhat interesting. 

Through one of the last corners on the descent and a Goat came out of the blue - trotted onto the road - i could see it perhaps 20m away. It stopped - seemingly assessing my intentions - and then aborted its crossing the road mission - and ran back the way it came. I had gambled on it continuing to cross so swerved that way to avoid and then narrowly missed hitting it as I came off the side of the road. 
This was all a blur which I did not remember until hours after the incident when I slowly started to replay the event in my mind. I had hit my head hard, as my helmet showed, but aside from feeling dizzy and nauseas (it will pass - I told myself as I got back on the bike... - i was roadrash free (body landed on the verge - head on the concrete)..

Not the actual goat - he was caught and curried ;0

ARE YOU STILL WITH ME??

Back on the bike - steady - steady - as I was turning onto the road to Campanet some time later my vision started to blur and i kept nodding my head to bring it back... then more dizziness.. then I vomited. A race motorcycle who had seen the fall, kept me in its sights and as I was they pulled up to me and told me to stop. Seeing sense - I did, got off the bike, sat down, still shaking and vomited again. An ambulance was called - which arrived in what seemed seconds, and soon I was in Inca Hospital.

Tides of emotion came as I lay in a cubicle in the hospital with a drip and heart monitor attached. I am not one to cry normally, but I couldn't stop the tears.

Frustration, disappointment, self-blame/pity you name it.

All augmented by the wails of clearly unwell patients nearby. Its a powerless feeling being the other side of the fence in a hospital, waiting for the medics to pass by, make decisions and the very atmosphere of a hospital makes one feel infinitely more sick than one may actually be.

I was kept on a heart monitor as my initial ECG showed Large T Waves - common in some athletes - but not common in the general population and also a few ectopic beats. A look of concern on a doctors' face is always invokes apprehension, but i assured her that I was feeling ok, just a slight headache and persistent nausea. I was advised to stay and I did as I was told for 4 hours (no mean feat ;) . Blood tests and a skull xray ruled out rhabdomyolysis (muscle breakdown which can cause kidney failure) and a fracture.
I was diagnosed with concussion and told to take it easy. 

Back to the hotel and I slept for some hours before waking hungry (always a good sign)... 

The days post crash were similar - I felt a bit battered, heavy and with a lingering headache. My hip was bruised and a little swollen, but otherwise not too bad.

By Wednesday, I started to consider the possibility of putting my goat demons to rest and approached Ironman to ask if I could race Ironman 70.3 Barcelona. 

I was told it was too late to arrange entry, so tried a second option of Ironman 70.3 France, where I have raced twice before and know the organisers. Thursday they agreed to arrange entry, and I booked flights to arrive Friday.

Friday morning arrives - I wait at the airport for my 'Meet N'Greet' to pick up my car. 20minutes later than scheduled he arrives and I race to the checkin desk only to be informed that they could not accept my bike 45mins pre flight. No other option - Can't board - must reschedule. 
Told reschedule would be the same time Saturday..  and a million thoughts go through my mind - I have never arrived to a foreign race the afternoon before - and the logistics of the race in France with a T1 30k away from T2 means it would not be an easy pre-race day. 

I agree and I fly out on Saturday.
At least I know the course. 

Hastily build bike - no mechanics on site to check it over and I could feel my rear derailleur was out after a quick spin - tried a Di2 reset - it did something but didn't quite fix it.
Have to make do. (No boyfriend or coach for mechanical check :)

Race 3 - Ironman 70.3 PAYS D'AIX 

A Few hours of sleep stolen. Does anyone ever sleep well before a race?

I can guarantee I will look at my phone clock every hour from midnight until the 5am alarm.

Swim.

Struggled to get my breath... panicked (its been years since this has happened).
Stopped pulled at wetsuit around my neck..

a few diaphragmatic breaths and self reassurance.. heart pounding (your heart is fine Tam...) onwards. 
Tried to follow feet but they kept moving. (or was that my sighting ?)
Got into a rhythm and swam alone.
I'm in a funk with my swim at the moment as have changed from a six beat kicker to a 2 beater. it helps with my rhythm/balance - but in a wetsuit - I'm so buoyant I don't seem to get much out of the kick at all - hence accelerating/changing speed is difficult.
 

Couldnt wait to get out - and onto the bike - even though the swim course is in a beautiful calm lake. (Turn Volume down!)

Onto the bike ... Game on..  Head down and Aero. 
Damn forgot to look at the road and a newly built speed bump. Bang - am on the ground again. 

Chain lodged against frame -- pulled it out - sliced hand (a g a i n ) picked up bike .. jumped back on. 

Gears slipping noisily from the outset must have hit derailleur and back wheel as brake now rubbing. Got off - rectified wheel position - but another Di2 reset did nothing for my gears. 
Make Do - Just Make Do. 

I caught a few girls and a cursory look from Jeanne Collonge at my bleeding hand and she asked if I was ok. Sweet.  We would ride together legally for a while... Jeanne pulling ahead slightly on some of the climbs (usually my strength but Jeanne is one of the best climbers in the sport - having won Embrunman - an Ironman with over 5000m of climbing).. and me catching and passing on the descents and flats. 

My gears continued to slip throughout the ride - you could hear me coming! But I felt relatively strong.

My Tri Bars and Saddle had slipped as I went over the speed bump, meaning my position was less than ideal - it was all less than ideal - but thats racing - you roll with the punches. 

Into T2 with Jeanne in 3rd behind Tine Deckers (who had swam well).. and the incredible (how many Ironmans?) Gina Crawford. 

Onto the run course and within 5 minutes I get a stop and go penalty for not having my number belt round the wrong way - this has never happened before - perhaps a warning - but no messing - yellow card.. I used the opportunity to go for a much need pee. It is 'illegal' to pee in public on the course, but many can and do pee whilst you are running. But there were a lot of marshalls and regular Vitamin B consumption means bright yellow conspicuous pee. 

Some days you get on the run and know its going to be a good 'un. Other days legs won't do what the body wants them to.

NUTRITION
This is where fuelling on the bike comes in. Because I avoid refined carbohydrates as much as possible my gut really doesn't take kindly to an attempt to take 5 gels on the bike.
They say train your gut to be able to tolerate and absorb carbohydrates but I'm just so put off by all the negative sugar press... that the thought of taking on 2-4 gels an hour on a training ride doesn't happen. I do 'drip feed' carbs on training rides.. but nothing like the 60+g an hour which evidence suggests improves performance on race day. (if tolerated, i.e no GI effects).

I ALWAYS take Buscopan on the bike as well as Omeprazole 20mg pre race to limit GI side effects. They are tried and tested and work, as do Charcoal tabs (reduce bloating and nausea) - but race nutrition needs to be trialled (more than once) in training - esp. if you are an age-grouper who doesn't race frequently. 
GI issues are amongst the most common complaints post race.

I would say I am sugar phobic, but I will happily munch on chocolate (and wine) so its not quite true.

Need to work on this as I may experiment more with a little MCT oil, BCAA's (may prolong exercise tolerance) as well as the carbs - but again at the intensity of an 70.3 absorption of MCT's (fats) is going to be limited.

Like many Pros I empty the gels into a large 750ml water bottle and fill up with water. 
Vanilla Powerbar is my current gel of choice, with 10g of BCAA's. I managed 3 gels on the bike and 1/2 gel and a few sips of coke on the run. The rest was fuelled on fat stores and glycogen.

My hamstring and hip were sore and i felt like I was having to lift the leg through rather than pushing off.. I see Jeanne run away into the distance  (She would run a sub 1.19 run and win the race)... but had no idea where Gina, Tine or Susie (last years winner) were.  I just kept truckin, feeling very blah.
Then on the last lap I saw Susie (superb runner)..
 closing and I thought if I could run and increase my turnover a bit I might just be able to hold her off.. She caught me on the run to win the race last year with me finishing 2nd. (Sept.).. If I could salvage something and finish ahead that would be something. 

Here is My Race Report from The Race Last Year.

I managed it and crossed the line in a respectable 4th. 
Not outstanding and many obstacles en route. But testing times, often make us stronger in the long run.

I am determined not to give up racing until i at least get a glimpse of a near perfectly executed race!

Pipe Dream or Not. 

Build a dream and the dream will build you

I am still deciding on upcoming races.

Ironman Nice is still on the Agenda.. but time to put the nose to the grindstone again and re-balance my training/work schedule. 

Exciting news that my new bike - Felt IA has arrived at Pearson Cycles! 

Thanks for Listening! 

(DO as I say - not as I do ;)

Special Thanks to all my Sponsors for their support and to my Coach Tom Bennett for his endless patience/exasperation... 

The Italian Job. Ironman 70.3 Italy

I’m sitting on the plane back to Heathrow now, after 2 weeks of adventure , trials and tribulations and thinking how to write this race report a bit differently. I always aim to give tips and advice in my reports, so that you guys don’t make some of the mistakes I do… and can learn from the parts I get right.

Ironman 70.3 Italy was the race I very nearly won derailed by a crash 48 hours pre race.

Summary:

Swim

Very choppy. Swam slightly off course with person I was swimming with. Sighting poor as goggle misted. Average swim, felt comfortable but difficult to get rhythm because of waves.

Times overall were slow for everyone, but I was in a good position and minutes ahead those I used to come into T1 with.

Bike

Its rare I get onto the bike after the swim and feel good straight away. Legs/bum/lower back usually burn a bit and takes a while to get a rhythm. This is the first time I have raced on my Rotor Power Cranks and I was  looking at the watt figures bemused as to why it felt so easy.  I started to convince myself that I had calibrated them wrongly but soon forgot about it and went onto perceived effort and chasing the girls up the road.  I chose not to wear an aero helmet as my Kask Bambino has very little verntilation and it was 27C.

Again, lost one bottle over a bump in the road – really must reassess hydration options . (Excited about FloeBottle!) Soon reeled in the girls ahead  - Rachel Kung coached by Brett Sutton is a superb swimmer. I remember she put around 7minutes into me at Alpe D’Huez triathlon last year. Today it was < 3mins.  I caught Rahel just before the 1hour mark (could see for a way the classic Sutton style grinding low cadence in the TT bars on the climb) and knew that just Celine Scharer, also Sutton coached (baby bike monster) was still up the road. It took me a while to catch her and I consoled myself thinking that Brett would have told her to go for bust and kill the swim/bike and hold on as long as possible.

I was confident in my run in the lead up to this race and buoyed by what felt like a comfortable 1.23 at 70.3 Mallorca last month , I had been  thinking game on! 
My continued work with Tom Bennett of T2 coaching is really helping my development as an athlete. 

However, after the crash I was hobbling around, managing all but a jog.. I knew it was going to be a painful run ahead, I just didn’t realize HOW painful.

I caught Celine at around 60k and from then on saw only one other male pro the whole way back. It was a lonely ride… not knowing how far behind people were, no lead motorcycle and worst still no road signs for the 20k back to town. The motorway was shut and I had thought I had taken a wrong turn… there was no one around – ghost town – and it made me a little emotional. I pushed on, waiting to find a road sign for the direction of Pescara and 5k down the road I finally saw one, but still no Ironman race signs. Very poor. I’ve never had this experience before – of leading a race with no one around!

Before long I was off the motorway and  back in town and T2 feeling somewhat bewildered.

The announcements were in Italian, so again, no idea where I was or if anyone was behind me.

Thirsty – very thirsty… aid stations on bike were few and far between.

Run

Out of T2 and cheers!   

"Numero uno delle donne"

I smiled but inside just felt very flat and sore.. like someone has taken me off a cloud and put leaded trousers on me.

My thoughts went like this:

‘Build into it Tam… the adrenaline will kick in and the pain will go.. just tick over 4min kms are good, ok...you;ve done this in training so many times…. Just keep ticking off the Kms… No you can’t stop and walk for a bit!”

Then I found out I had a big lead – around 6 minutes… but I didn’t know who to or where they were. The run course was 4 laps and twist sand turns, very few opportunities to see opponents and my lead bicycle man spoke no English.

I knew there were good runners behind me – but surely no one could run 6minutes into me?!

By lap 3 I felt no better, in fact worse. My right quad was like a block of wood and my ankle seemed to creak with each step. I could see my Km splits dropping and even tried to convince myself that it was ok, it was just windy, despite feeling like I was jogging, not actually running at all. I still had hopes of the win and the crowd were shouting ‘Number 1’!

This isn’t how its supposed to feel. Winning my first Ironman  race and I feel like crap… I had hopes of feeling like Pete Jacbos winning Kona when he was full of joy and emotion and LOVE… I was just questioning whether I would actually be able to hold up the  winning tape when I crossed the line!

Know those dreams where you need to run and run fast, but you can’t something is holding you, harnessing you, legs are moving but you’re not going forward. I was living this dream.

Last lap and someone shouted that I had 2.5 minutes to the girl behind whom I could see at one point was Erika Csomor and she had her battle face on.  She was closing, but surely not 2.5minuntes in 5km. My homestay chap had cycled by on the last lap and was telling me to relax as I had the win, and he could see I was in a lot of pain. I really wish I hadn’t heard him, because I did back off a bit, took some deep breaths but then I heard someone shout something in Italian and next then I knew Erika was behind me. I have imagined these moments in training and I kick, respond, sprint...… its only metres. pain is temporary... glory.... etc...

But nothing worked.. Erika has had a few incredible sprint finishes and she is a tough tough athlete. Very experienced and really really wants to win. Sounds strange right… we all want to win right?? Winning is an art and its new to me as a Pro.

Crossed the line –less than 20seconds after Erika (3rd was a long way back) utterly spent and the medics gave me some attention as the road rash was bleeding & well I looked like I needed a big dose of TLC.

I lay in the medical tent – again bewildered, emotional, sad, questioning myself  and why I hadn’t gone earlier, pushed a little bit earlier. I just didn’t believe – neither did the supporters that I would get caught. Never Let Up and chose carefully who you rely on for information. 20 seconds is 1000$ in prize money and a suprise gift for the winner of 0.6ct diamond!

People have said post-race that I’m being hard on myself and it was a great race.

Of course  I am disappointed that I couldn’t hold it to the line and I wish someone had told me 3k out that Erika was closing - but they didn't.

Realism kicks in and I have to be proud for just keeping going on that run when the pain and sense of effort were rocketing. I pushed hard on the bike, but felt good, better than Mallorca and I am confident in my improved swim and run generally. So I’m healing up and getting back on that winning horse!

I was due to race Ironman 70.3 UK this weekend. I love this race as it was my first pro race and I grew up in Devon, however, I have to be realistic and my body is still not recovered from the crash pre race. I will be there supporting all the other athletes though and giving my wonderful sponsors some love, especially Tim Williams of CompressSportUK and ZerOD UK who has supported me from the start. I love their products and if you havent tried the ZEROD kit then get on it... it is the best :)

Always inspired pre-race by Al Pacino's speech in Any Given Sunday. Have a watch :)