Cluster F$&k
I haven't raced much the past few years. I want to continue racing for the next 60
years of my life, which means I've been more selective, so that I keep the
enjoyment and excitement of toeing a start line. The two downsides of not racing as often is
that a) it takes some racing to really get yourself up to "A" level
race speed, and b) that you weigh each race more heavily when not racing
often. I was really looking forward to
being back at it last Sunday, and especially in a World Championship
event.
We pulled the kids out of school on Friday, and left our house at
4:30am for the 450 mile drive up to Mont Tremblant. The drive was easy, and seven hours later, we
were pulling into the small, very scenic Canadian ski village. Registration for the race closed Friday at
4pm (no registration Saturday), so I made my way over to the race headquarters,
only to find the line to register about a 1/4 mile long. I'm not good in lines, which meant grabbing
lunch was the priority, hoping afterwards the line would go down. No chance.
I ended up waiting two hours in line to register. I've been racing for 25 years and I've never
waited in a line longer than 45 minutes to register! The inefficiency of the registration process
was surprising, considering the WTC have been hosting races for quite some time
now, and that this was a World Championship race.
Saturday consisted of a light jog, some breakfast, an easy spin,
checking in the bike, walking around the village, taking the gondola to the top
of the mountain, watching the kids rock climb and luge, and otherwise
relaxing. I felt good. I was a bit nervous which is always a good
sign - it means I'm ready and anxious to race and that it still means something
to me.
We stayed at the Westin and our room had a full kitchen area, so
I was able to toast a bagel for breakfast, make some coffee, go set my bike up,
then head back up to the hotel room and relax. This is such a positive at a race - getting
to hang out in your room until the start of the race! Mont Tremblant is a great venue for a race -
what happened this day was not a result of the venue, but rather some bad luck
and the WTC's organization.
After getting my wetsuit on, I kissed my family goodbye, and
walked down to the water. As I walked
down, I thought of how dramatic we could make a race. The reality is that I'm going out to exercise
for 4 hours and change, something i love to do!
Why do we complicate things?
The air temperature early on was in the low 50's, but it was sunny
out. The water temperature was in the
low to mid 60's. The pro's left at 8am,
and my group was scheduled to start at 8:36.
After another men's age group left, my waive was issued into the corral,
and I began to do some shoulder stretches.
My training for the race was solid except of course in the swim. I was hoping my five swims since St. Croix
would be enough to get me out in around 27 to 28 minutes. Just as the announcer yelled "two minutes!",
my zipper opened up on my wetsuit. My
friend Leo who was also racing helped try to fix the broken zipper, but to no
avail. Because of the water and air
temps, I knew I needed a wetsuit for warmth, and I also knew I was going to be
dragging this busted wetsuit through a slow swim. The cannon sounded and we all crashed into the
water to start the day. My wetsuit
quickly filled with water from the open zipper, and it felt as though I was
dragging a parachute. Now, I'm very
comfortable in the water. I'd consider
my comfort and ability to relax in the water one of my strengths. This was the first time in a triathlon swim
that I actually had a bit of panic. As
I'm dragging this water filled wetsuit through the water, I'm also dealing with
the highly competitive athletes, grabbing, pushing, kicking, and swimming on
top of me, something common to everyone in a competitive triathlon swim
start. Fighting both of these situations
was exhausting and I soon found myself hyperventilating. I focused on exhaling, and counted to blank
my mind and this worked. The traffic
never really thinned out, and the swim took a lot out of me, but I knew my bike
and run fitness were solid. The swim
took me 30 minutes, slower than I wanted and with more effort, but not as bad
as I anticipated all things considered.
The run to T1 was long, but it gave me a chance to get some blood
flowing to my lower extremities. I heard
Kate yell for me, threw my goggles to Lisa, and ran quickly to the change
tent. I'm still racing at this point,
and every second counts. I grabbed a
chair far away from everyone as Lisa still has me paranoid after what happened
to me in Hawaii in 2012. On went my helmet and sunglasses, I grabbed some
nutrition, and took off towards my bike.
I decided to work the first 10 miles of rollers out to rt 117, hoping to
catch some of the faster swimmers and distance myself from those near me. I was pushing 310-320 watts on the flats, and
320-340 on the hills, and moving along at around 25 mph - I bring this data up
not to say "look at me" but to show the difference when you are
cheating. There was a guy from South
America and another from Italy locked onto my wheel, which was annoying, but I
thought that once we hit some of the longer rollers on rt 117, I'd lose them. Either that or a draft marshall on a
motorcycle would catch them and penalize them.
This did not happen though.
Instead, at around mile 10, a pack of maybe 25 or 30 athletes came
swarming up on me! I couldn't believe it
- they were all working as a pack, taking turns at the front. As I was in the
pack, I noticed I was pedaling at only 220 watts and going 26 mph! I drifted off the back of this pack, not
wanting to partake in this cheating bullshit.
My two foreign friends stayed with the pack. As I fell out of the draft, I watched this
pack ride away from me. I have to admit
I was really discouraged now - the fun was dissipating. This reminded me quickly of Hawaii 2012, and
of the last time I raced 70.3 Worlds in Clearwater - both of these races having
similar huge packs. For anyone who may
be reading this who doesn't race triathlons,
drafting, or riding in a pack is illegal as it's a huge advantage. You are supposed to allow for three bike
lengths between you and the next rider in front of you. There are draft marshals out there on
motorcycles who are supposed to break it up and issue penalties. They were out there, but they weren't doing a
thing except blowing their whistles. If
penalized, you are required to pull into the next penalty tent on the course
and serve a four minute penalty. As I
rode by these penalty tents, they were empty.
Everyone has heard the complaining on drafting before, especially
from me, so I won't beat this horse much more.
Long story short here, over the next 30 miles, I was swallowed up by two
more huge pelotons, consisting of 20+ athletes.
I knew now that my race to be competitive and aim for the podium was
over. I was beyond irritated, and those
who know me know that I can become a bit disgruntled when dealing with
bullshit, to put it mildly. Then, at
mile 45, on a nice uphill section of the course, things got worse. I was riding alone, climbing this hill, as an
athlete came by on my left and cut right in front of me. You have 15 seconds to drop back the three
bike lengths, so I began easing up. On
uphills, the draft benefit isn't nearly as significant, so penalties are not
typically issued there. As I was
dropping back, a draft marshall pulls up next to me and yells "you are
receiving a four minute penalty for drafting off that rider". I went ballistic. Again, I've been racing for 25 years, and I
have been called for drafting twice - at Hawaii in 2012, and here, both World
Championship events with huge packs and tons of drafting occurring during the
race. I don't know how to ride in these
unfair races. The bike is my other strength
and I thrive on grinding it out alone.
The irony; If I had stayed in the pack, I would have been safe from a
penalty!! I yelled at the marshall;
"you have got to be fucking kidding me!!!" We argued for at least a
minute, before I called him an asshole and road off. Now I'm not proud of this and it's definitely
not the best action to take if you are trying to appeal something. My temper got the best of me. As I rode up to the last penalty tent on the
course, again, with know one in it, I blew right by it.
The really bothersome part about the whole experience during the
ride is that the majority of those racing in these packs seemed to accept the
fact that this was part of racing now.
They seemed to go along with it.
I changed into my run gear quickly, and headed out for the hilly
13.1 mile two loop run. They changed the
course from the other Tremblant races to make it more spectator friendly and in
doing so made it much more challenging, and it was a great course! My legs were heavy, but not dead. I actually ran the second loop much stronger
than the first and ran the last three miles at six minute per mile pace. I crossed the line in 4 hours 29 minutes,
about 10-14 minutes off my goal, but that didn't really matter any more after
the nonsense that ensued. I knew soon
that they'd DQ me as well for blowing off the penalty tent, and I didn't
care. My kids got to see me cross the
finish line on a beautiful day in a very cool venue, which became the new goal
while running.
To say my last two World Championship experiences were
disappointing from a racing perspective is an understatement. I did some race debriefing, as I typically
do, shortly after the race with my father.
He mentioned to me "Eric, you have some soul searching to do here. the sports changed and maybe your racing days
are over." But I quickly rejected
that. I think that maybe my days of
trying to test myself against the best athletes in my age group at these World
Championship races might be over. There
are great athletes racing in these events, but the events themselves are set up
so they are anything but fair tests. The
WTC keeps opening more events, and they keep selling out, so even though they
know it's a huge problem, why would they do anything to change things? But I love to race and will continue to find
races out there like St. Croix, that offer a smaller field, great course, and
fair racing. (I appreciate and respect
St. Croix more and more as time goes by).
And also, things have changed for me in that in the past, I was all
about racing. Now, I really enjoy having
a goal out there to focus on and then developing a plan of action to get me to
that starting line dialed in. Standing
on the beach Sunday morning waiting for the race to start, I was thinking about
my build over the previous two months.
The process of getting myself to a level where I felt ready to give my
best effort. That's what I'm enjoying
more now - the training process. I still
need that race goal out there - that's what keeps us honest and gives us
focus. But it's in the details of the
daily and weekly training that I'm finding satisfaction in. That's where the passion is.
That afternoon, after the race, Lisa, Ryan, Kate and I did a few
more luge runs - racing each other, took another gondola ride and walked around
the top of the ski mountain, laughed a bunch, and really enjoyed the rest of
our adventure in Mont Tremblant before heading home early Monday. These experiences are all learning experiences,
even if they don't go according to plan.
Now, I'm combing the calendars looking for a late season race to end the
year with and to not waste this fitness!
Thanks fort reading, and cheers!
EH
