Calorie Concentration...What a difference!

Nutrition is the forth leg of triathlon; sometimes the determining factor in a race.  I have experienced both good and bad nutrition during a race throughout the years.  The trickiest part can be, when you think you have it dialed, it may need to be tweeked from race to race depending on the race conditions. I have also found that my nutrition has needed to be tweeked from season to season.  As I have gotten stronger, my nutrition plan needed to be adjusted slightly to accommodate my calorie needs.

With all that being said, there are certainly nutrition no-no's. One of the biggest mistakes I made and learned the hard way, was making my calorie bottles too concentrated.  In an ideal world, you want to keep your calorie bottles below an 8% concentration during really hot races;  it can be 8% concentration during cool races and can go up to 12% concentration during cold races.  If your calorie bottles are too concentrated, your stomach most likely will shut down and not allow you to absorb the calories you are ingesting.  Resulting in either throwing up or risking GI distress.  This is what happened to me at Kansas 70.3 last year (2012).

My Calorie bottles were too concentrated, so half way through the bike, I was feeling bloated.  Shortly thereafter, I was spitting up some of what I was ingesting.  At the time, I didn't know what was causing it.  I naturally backed off my intake until that bloated feeling went away.  Sure enough, shortly after I started ingesting more from my calorie bottles, I started to have the same symptoms, bloating and burping up what I was ingesting.  Again, I waited for a bit before I took in more from my bottles.  It was a catch 22, I knew I needed the calories from those bottles, but I couldn't seem to keep them down.  Needless to say, I came off the bike not feeling great.  After the first loop of the run, I faded fast and was doing everything I could to get more calories in me; it was too late at that point.  Since I wasn't absorbing what I was ingesting on the bike, I went into the run too depleted and too far behind on calories to be able to make up for the deficit.  I got through the run, but it was certainly ugly. I lost a place on the run, when I could have potentially gained a place, if I had the right nutrition plan; finished 4th

 Many people immediately jump to the conclusion that it was the nutrition product vs. a nutrition mistake.  I knew it had to of been a mistake on my end vs the product.  Prior to Kansas, and during years past, I didn't have any problems with First Endurance EFS; I actually love how well First Endurance products fuel me for training and racing.   I made the mistake of adjusted my nutrition plan by increasing my calorie intake per hour the wrong way.  I needed more calories per hour, Just should not have put all my calories into my water bottles, making my bottles too concentrated.

I immediately made an adjustment to my nutrition plan fr my next race.  I decreased the amount of calories per bottle and supplemented with EFS Liquid shot (gel), to make sure I was getting the appropriate amount of calories an hour.  The trick with gels is, you need to make sure you drink a good amount of water after taking a gel.  It dilutes the concentration of the gel and makes it easier to absorb.  Not to mention the fact that you are getting more water in that way.  Dehydration can lead to a 30% decrease in energy.

My race at Kansas 70.3 this year (2013) reiterated the importance of a good nutrition plan and calorie concentration.  This year I made sure my calorie bottles were below 8% concentration and I supplemented with EFS Liquid shot (gel) for additional calories.  My nutrition plan was great.  I never felt low on energy, I was strong throughout the race.  Just as an example, my run at Kansas 70.3 last year (2012) was 10min slower than this year (2013); same course, similar conditions, and same nutrition products (First Endurance). What changed was how I used the First Endurance products.

Fl 70.3. Putting it together

So we all work and hard in hopes we can put it all together in a race; at least that's my truth.  Well, my truth became reality at Fl 70.3.  The past several months training has been showing great numbers.  It was a matter of just putting it all together and having the race unfold.

We all go into races having strategies on how were going to execute our plan.  My strategy was unfolding perfectly at Fl 70.3 with a few manageable hiccups. I knew I needed to come out of the water with the first pack of women in the swim, which would allow me to ride with them vs. riding alone; key for me, so I thought.  The First few miles of the ride, everyone's fighting for their position.  I quickly realized after about 20 minutes into the ride I had to make an executive decision.  I kept watching my power numbers drop, so I put in a surge in hopes to create a gap between myself and the group; that didn't happen, everyone just matched my effort.  So I had to deviate from my strategy slightly; which always makes me nervous. I either had to keep pushing the pace and pay close attention to my watts, OR, I sit in and ride with the group, ignoring my watts, in hopes that everyone else was working harder on the bike than I was, leaving me with better run legs than them.  I decided to sit in and hoped it wasn't going to come and bite me in the ass later.

Coming into T2, I was amongst a group of 6 women, it now came down to the run.  Again, another strategy needed to be implemented.  Quick T2, hold back a smidge on loop one, push the pace on loop two, and hold on or build loop three; most likely hold on.  Another strategy, was my nutrition. For me, nutrition is tricky but key.

Immediately out of T2, I moved into position three.  I knew if I nailed my nutrition and kept myself cool, 1was going to be on the podium; two very big tasks in 95+ degree heat.  Loop one down, still on target, only two more to go; time to push the pace. First and foremost, get up this big hill then free sailing until loop three.  I made it and still had something in my legs.  I kept moving and grabbing at each aid station.  The coke, Ice, and my First endurance EFS flask were my prized possessions.  At one point I had to have looked pregnant with all the ice I had dumped down my jersey.  It was getting stuck by my Fuel Belt and creating a glorious ice chest.  Ice cold water melting and dripping down my stomach and onto my legs, I couldn't have planned it any better myself.

As I was half way through loop two, I realized I could see second place.  That certainly fueled my fire. I quickly quieted my breathing and pushed the pace a little more.  I really didn't want her to know I was coming up on her.  It's always fun to feel good and know you are more than half way through.  As I was going into loop three, I saw my parents and gestured to them,  I was "ok". Now the last and final loop.  Just get up this HUGE hill (at least that's what it felt like the third time through) and your homeward bound.

Again, the aid stations were my best friend.  Grabbing everything I could get my hands on to keep myself cool and hydrated. Hydration is a key factor for me.  Yes, it is tough to get lots of water in while running.  So I'm sure it is quite the spectacle and confusing to the volunteer as I run through the aid station yelling, water, coke, ice, ice, ice, water, coke...Not to mention the fact that I probably get more on me than I do in my mouth.  Something is always better than nothing though.

I make it to the final aid station and bypass it.  I knew I was only a half a mile or so out from the finish line.  At this point, each step my legs were getting heavier and my will was no longer willing me to push the pace harder, it was willing me to hang on.  I knew I wasn't going to make up anymore ground on the leader and finish in second place, if I could just hold on a little longer.  I tend to run scared the last half mile to mile because I have been passed there a few times and couldn't respond.  This time was different though, I felt strong and was able to create a sizable gap between me and the third place girl, so the threat of being passed the last 800m of the run, wasn't a thought.  Fueling properly and keeping cool are without a doubt a necessity for a successful race.

I increased my calories on the bike and run during this race.  It made the world of a difference on how I felt overall.  I knew I had the fitness, my numbers in training were telling me so.  I just needed to put it all together, and I did.

Thanks coach Curt Chesney, First Endurance, Zoot Sports, Colorado Multisport, The Right Stuff, Pro Energy Towel for standing behind me and in my corner.  You all continue to make racing and training fun!

California 70.3/Oceanside

Oceanside California says it all when it comes to this race!  How bad could it be, it's Southern California; great temps, moisture in the air, ocean swim, along the beach, and fun people.  I truly had a great time at this race.

We all think, California, the pacific ocean, COLD water.  Well, there was the idea of cold, but freezing is more like.  I initially was thrilled because cold water meant wetsuit legal; that rarely happens.  I think I got to wear my Zoot prophet wetsuit once last year.  So starting my race season off with a wetsuit legal swim was a bonus.

To my surprise, after splashing my face several times with water before getting in, I never really got the "ice cream face" I had expected. Maybe it was also do to the fact that there really wasn't much time to think about it.  We jumped in, I took a few deep breaths in, in an attempt to drop my heart rate due to the shock of the cold water; kicked my feet and swam hard to the start line.  Fighting to line up in just the right spot without pushing others out of the way.  Before I knew it, the fog horn sounded, and we were off.  Arms slapping, feet kicking, and bodies bumping, all in an attempt to get a good spot amongst the group.  Trying to find the shortest and most direct route.  As expected, we all had the same idea, it wasn't until probably the first turn bouy before the group spread out a little.  Even then, I still had two or three girls in front of me; which I welcomed so I had some feet to swim on; and a girl on either side of me.  Trying my very best not to run in to them, apparently I wasn't doing a great job at that. By far, that was one of the most brutal swims I have been in a long time.  I'm referring to all the bumping and hitting of arms.  Nothing seemed intentional, but hard to avoid when a pack of 5 are fighting for that same spot out of the water.

I couldn't have been more thrilled during the swim.  I felt great, and I found myself swimming with the lead pack of women.  It was awesome to come out of the water an into T1 all about the same time.  When I realized where I was at in the swim and who I was swimming with, I kept repeating to myself, " I can race these girls".  Let me provide a little background leading into this race.  I knew the field was going to be stacked; it's the first US race of the season for goodness sacks.  So I mentally wrapped my head around having a good race for me.  I have always been a little intimidated by the top tier pros; the Rinny's, Heather Jackson's, Rachel Joyce's, Lindsey Corbin's, etc. of the triathlon world.  Don't get me wrong, there are several more out there, actually, I think they all showed up for this race.

So when I found myself coming out of the water with them and leaving T1 before several of them I was esthetic.  I even road with the top girls for the first 90min of the ride until I got separated a little bit by the hills.  During that time I was paranoid.  A million things were running through my head, most of which were the rules and the question of, "am I riding far enough back?  The last thing I need now is a drafting penalty."  I found myself erring on the cautious side.  It finally registered, that the motorcycles and officials were surrounding the top pack girls and not one of us were getting penalties, so I had to be within legal distance.  So my thoughts quickly turned to, "race your race but don't let those girls get too much of a gap on."  I did just that.  I was really having a great time, still star struck that I was out there riding and hanging with the top pack of girls, then the hills hit.

Several people told me California 70.3 was hilly on the backside of the bike course.  I looked at the profile several times and really wasn't too worried.  Well, reality was, the backside was pretty dog on hilly.  The two main big climbs were as expected.  What I didn't expect was the rollers and false flats into a head wind afterwards.  Those little hills and false flats just kept coming.  That was when I lost sight of the last person in the lead pack.  I didn't completely lose her, I could still see her when I crested a hill and she was climbing the next one.  It was like dangling a rabbit out in front of me.  Problem was, the hills were getting in my way; If I could have only moved them.  None-the-less, I really felt good on the bike and had a good time out there chasing the last hour.  With that being said, I also couldn't wait to get upright and run. I don't care how well your bike is fit to you, the last 30min or so on it, I want nothing more than to get off and run; a change in use of muscles.  If it weren't for my nutrition (First Endurance EFS) being so good, I also don't think I would have enjoyed that ride as much as I did.

T2 was as seamless as T1; in and out of there.  I hopped onto race pace immediately and quickly realized I felt great; fast turnover, good energy, mental state was good.  I actually kept thinking, "wow, I really do think this is going to be a great race.  If I hold onto this pace, I'm golden."  Keep in mind, I was racing for myself and a top 10 position.  I think I was sitting 9th at this point. No one seemed to be too close to worry abou,t behind me, and I could see what I needed to do to catch one other in front of me.  I slowly made more ground on her, until I passed her.  Again, more positive thoughts ran through  my head.  Then the second loop rolled around.  After running up the pier ramp for the second time, that took some steam out of my legs.  I could feel my stride length get longer and slow down.  I quickly tried to adjust, but didn't have it in me to continue to hold my pace.  Throughout the second loop, I gradually drop my pace and realized, I was going to have to work for the last 2-3 miles of this run.  Legs were just getting loaded and heavy, hard to keep them moving as fast as I wanted to will them to go.  I quickly resorted to my checklist of things to make sure I was doing everything I could, to prevent myself from falling off pace anymore; "am I bonky, no; how many calories have I taken on the run; I don't want anymore; am I drinking; yes; so on and so forth.  All seemed to check out.  The only thing I could think of was, maybe I should have taken in a few more calories at end of bike and earlier into the run so I would have had a bit more energy to carry me through.  In the end, I ended up getting passed by one girl and ended up 11th.

Overall this was a good season opener.  I had a PR swim, a really good bike (PR in power), and as I mentioned before, I faded a little more than I would have liked on the run, but still hung in there.  Most importantly, this race gave me the confidence I needed to know I can race with these girls.  I may need the best race of my life to win over the top tier pros, but I sure am going to try!  It also gave me the confidence that, even when I faded a little too much on the run, my bad run time is better than my fastest last year.  Moving onward and upward!

Thanks to all my sponsor for their love and support.  I couldn't be racing at this level without you!

Zoot Sports
First Endurance
PRS Fit
Colorado Multisport
The Right Stuff
Pro Energy Towel

WOW...

The best way to describe Vegas is WOW.  What else can one expect though, Vegas is known for all it's lights, parties, late nights, and gambling.  The WOW factor is huge in Vegas, this time I experienced it in a totally different way.

My WOW began as soon as I took my first step outside.  We arrived late thursday night; expecting the temps to feel warm but definitely not HOT.  Even at 11:00pm it was HOT!  Immediately I thought about the race and all the things I needed to do the few days before, in order to prepare properly for this kind of dry heat.  I started off with putting The Right Stuff (sodium) in my water bottles before bed every night and making sure I consumed enough water and electrolytes throughout the day.  It is too easy to get behind on water, especially in dry heat; you really don't realize how much you are sweating because it evaporates so quickly.

Speaking of the heat, I experienced it full fledge on Friday.  I had a later start to the day than I had hoped.  Getting in late Thursday night, left me with building my bike Friday morning.  Needless to say, a later start meant a longer day in the heat.  I did my easy pre-race run late morning, the heat wasn't too bad then, but I was expecting it to get up to 110+ degrees later in the afternoon; just in time for my easy ride.   Well, the easy ride certainly didn't feel as easy as I had hoped.  The only thing I could contribute to my lack of energy and push on the bike was the heat and hydration.  My legs felt fresh during my morning run, so it couldn't have been recovery.  I just chalked it up to post travel day and made a mental note of WATER, WATER, WATER!

Sure enough, Sat morning I was able to get out a bit earlier for my ride; I felt like a new woman.  Granted, the night before I made sure I topped off my water and electrolyte stores.  I would rather feel like I was going to float away vs. being dehydrated.  Keeping in mind, too much of anything can be bad.  So the remainder of the day went well.  I popped in at the expo for a bit, went to our pro meeting, and set T2 gear out; well everything but my First Endurance flask and bottles.  The plan was to freeze my fuel belt bottles and an extra water bottle to pour over my head as I was running through transition.  Anything to keep my core temperature down.

Being that this race was a point to point on the bike, it made race morning routine a bit more hectic.  First thing in the morning we went to T2 to drop off nutrition, then T1.  All went very smoothly.  Both Transitions were set up well, very easy to maneuver through and set up without any glitches.  I could definitely tell a lot of time was put into all the logistics of this race.  Yet again, another WOW factor.

Just before the race began, I went through my checklist of must have's one more time, nutrition check, Garmin Edge check, Garmin watch check, cap and goggles check, cycling shoes check, chip and swimskin check; ready to go!  We got in the water about 10min before swim start for warm up.  As soon as I got in, I quickly realized I wasn't going to need that much of a warm up; the water felt like bath water.  A good solid 5 min, just to get the blood flowing did the trick.  I didn't want to begin sweating any earlier than I needed to.  At the 30sec countdown, I was treading water with my hand on the start button of my Garmin; the most nerve racking part of the entire race.

As soon as the fog horn started, I was immediately taken back for a second or two.  My goggles were knocked off up to my forehead.  I quickly pulled them back down and off I went.  I still found myself amongst the cluster of women, fighting for our spot.  The field probably didn't spread out until the first turn bouy.  Even then, we all mostly swam either in a line on each others feet or side by side trying to take advantage of one another's draft.  As we got to the swim exit, we all piled out one right after the other, sometimes 2-3 at a time.  This meant I needed a quick transition.

T1 was smooth, however, running up and out of transition was a doozy; hills everywhere!  Once I was on the bike, I knew I needed to pay close attention to my Garmin Edge 500.  I didn't want to over do it and burn my legs out on the first long climb.  I had a certain average power I didn't want to go over.  It was tough though, within the first few minutes I was passed on the bike.   I stuck to my plan, and let them go.  I could only hope I was going to see them again later on in the race; sure enough, I did.  It was fun passing them back along with some other ladies who had gone out too hard initially.  The hills and heat definitely took a toll on the legs the second half of the bike. To my surprise, I was feeling ok; the plan had worked so far.  Coming into T2 I was sitting mid pack, I believe.  Again, I needed a fast transition.  Another lady had come in just before me.

T2 was seamless, grabbed my gear bag, ran into the tent, dumped my stuff out and quickly grabbed.  The volunteers were great!  they were there to help if I needed and stepped a way if I didn't. I was thrilled that my fuel belt bottles were still cold and that extra bottle came in handy.  I doused myself with cold water as I was running out of T2; just in front of Missy.  I was doing everything I could to keep my core temp down.

I lapped my Garmin and onto the run.  This run course was tough; all uphill or downhill, never really a place to chill.  Either your legs were being hammered from the uphill or the pounding on the quads from the downhill.  I tell you what though, I will take a downhill over an uphill any day.  Especially when there are 3 loops of them.  I felt good during the first 2+ loops.  Then when the last long (2.5ish mile) hill came around, all I could think about was get to the top and it will be free sailing home.  Quick feet, lean forward, and catch that girl!  I was grabbing everything I could at each aid station, the fun part was, the young volunteers got a kick out of the idea of throwing water on me as I ran by.  After the first loop of me asking them to throw it at me, it seemed as if they couldn't wait for me to come back around.  I at least got to giggle when I saw how excited they were when they realized it was me running by again; throw it, throw it, they would tell one another.  Sure made it easier when I was grabbing, pouring, drinking, and shoving ice or sponges down my jersey.  By the time I got to the top of that last climb, I felt like I was crawling.  I quickly reminded myself that everyone looked about the same.  The combination of the hot dry air, heat coming from the pavement, and hills, everyone for the most part was down to a bouncy shuffle. As I crested the hill, I smiled; home stretch!  I was happy to see the finish line.  I was also happy with my overall race.  The plan was to have a good nutrition plan in the heat and finish top 20.  This field was STACKED!  I finished 15th; knowing my strengths and the areas I need to work on.  Next year, top 10!!!

I'm not sure what went through more wear and tear during that race; my body or race gear.  The beating that everything took and held up to a tee is amazing; that's including myself!  My nutrition plan (First Endurance and The Right Stuff- additional sodium) got me through the heat and hills.  All the Zoot race gear left me unchaffed and ready for more.  My Garmin's (bike computer and running watch) kept me going when I was hurting.  Thanks First Endurance, Zoot Sports, Garmin, The Right Stuff (sodium), Colorado Multisport, Pro Energy Towel for all your support and outstanding gear/products!!!

Mile high to Sea Level

Well overdue race reports (Boulder 70.3 to Steelhead 70.3)...

After a month and a half of a training block, I was ready to race the Boulder 70.3.  Initially this race wasn't on my race schedule.  I have never liked racing at altitude so I was planning to avoid it all costs.  As time got closer, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to race in my own backyard.  I had high expectations for Boulder.  Coming off my training block, I felt like I was fit.  Time after time I was surprising myself with pacing and power.  Now it was time to test my fitness in a race.

Race morning went smoothly; can't beat sleeping in a little more and riding to the race sight.  Mentally and physically, I felt great!  After setting up transition and going for a 10min jog, I hoped in the water to finish my warm up.  So far everything has gone according to plan.

The fog horn sounds, the battle begins.  Immediately my heart rate sky rockets and I was doing everything I could to get out of the cluster of women.  Just as I'm getting to the first turn bouy, the field spreads out a bit and I was able to get into a rhythm.  I could no longer see the first pack, so I focused on my sighting and searched for one bouy after the other.  Several thoughts ran through my head, some  of which were, "my stroke doesn't feel good"; "I feel like I'm spinning my wheels."  My positive thoughts of feeling ready quickly turned into, just get me out of the water and onto the bike.  Those negative thoughts were quickly reversed when my coach shouted at me, you're sitting 3rd, as I was coming out of the water.  That was a nice reminder, that I don't always have to feel good to perform well.  In this case, my stroke felt bad but I was but I was swimming well.

T1 went very smoothly, I even managed to do a modified flying mount.  In the past, I have been worried about getting my leg caught up on the back water bottle.  With a little practice, I'm now able to do it in a race...practice makes perfect, right?!  I absolutely loved the bike course; knowing all the in's and outs, really helped.  I knew when to push and when to hold back because I knew what was coming up. I also really enjoyed the bike because it suited me; a combination of rolling hills and flats; not to mention training partners on my tail pushing me.

Nutrition has been an issue the past couple of races, I made my bottles too concentrated so my stomach couldn't tolerate it.  After making a few adjustments during training, I was thrilled to find out that the adjustments were spot on.  Not one stomach issue on the bike and all kinds of energy!  You can't go wrong with First endurance products as long as you stick to their protocol of nothing more than a 8% mixture.  As soon as I diluted my calorie bottles, I was a happy camper.   Boulder was a prime example of this; great energy on the bike and into the run.

T2 didn't go as smoothly as I would have liked.  I struggled to find my bike.  I also started racing with a fuel belt.  My biggest fear was the bottle was going to come out of the holster; it did.  I stopped and grabbed it as I was running out of T2.  Once I was running, I got right into a rhythm, mentally getting myself ready for the climbs to come.  First loop went smooth and right on pace.  As I started the second loop and began the run up the first hill, I could begin to feel the fatigue setting into my legs.  Just two more hills to climb and then on the home stretch; so I thought.  I got to the top of the last climb, asked my legs to go, but there was no go left.  I struggled with getting my turn-over back.  Needless to say, the last 4 miles were rough.  Hindsight tells me I took the first 3 miles out a little too hard, which then showed its ugly head the last 4 miles of the run.

Overall, Boulder 70.3 was ok.  I finally figured out my nutrition, had a good swim and bike.  I also reminded myself that its super important  to hold back the first 3 miles.  Early in the season there was no holding back because I wasn't coming off the bike feeling good.

Recovery week...
Hard week...
Taper week for Steelhead 70.3...

Not enough time to gain more fitness, most things just clicked.  Steelhead 70.3 was a fun race.  It's suited for the athlete that likes a mostly flat bike course with a few rollers and false flats, as well as a fairly flat run course with 1 moderate climb and 2 short steep climbs.  It's a good run course to try and PR on.

My race started out really well with my host family, the Osborn's.  I couldn't have asked for  a better family to stay with!  They were super accommodating, they took me in like one of their own.  The good energy continued into race morning.  Once again, I was close enough to ride to transition.  Temps were cool but supposed to warm up throughout the day, water temps were supposedly chilly; 65 degrees.  I struggled with deciding if I wear my Zoot sleeveless or sleeved wetsuit; I went with the sleeved one.  I wish I would have gone with the sleeveless.  I remember thinking, my legs feel like they are radiating heat as I was swimming.  I have got to mention how well the swim course was set up.  It was a point to point, often times its hard to know where you are at during the swim if it's point to point; not this time. The first half the bouys were yellow, the second half the bouys were orange.  What a great set up.  I was out in front just behind one other female, who was far enough in front to where I could barely see hers.  I was thankful the course was a no brainer.

T1 was flawless.  Second out of the water and first onto the bike.  The bike was fairly boring until a pit bull decided to charge.  He crossed the street in front of me, and shortly there after decided to charge another female, knocking her off her bike and ending her race.  I was afraid that was going to happen to; glad it didn't and glad Ashley was ok.  The majority of the course consists of false flats and some rolling hills towards the back end of the course.  I never really felt great on the bike, but I was riding well.  Again, it proves that you don't have to feel great to perform fairly well.  I was passed on the bike with about 5miles to go; I kept her in my sights.  T2 went as smoothly as T1; in and out.  This time I didn't have any fuel belt mishaps.

I was thrilled with how I felt coming off the bike; good energy and ready to run.  I took advantage of the slight downhill during the first half mile.  Then we hit our first good climb.  I really payed attention to my pacing the first 3 miles; I didn't want another repeat of Boulder, running out the gates too hard.  Before I knew it I was at mile 6, getting ready to go up the second climb (short and steep); still feeling good and sitting in second.  By the time I got to mile 9 and still was holding pace, I knew I was going to be able to finish hard; Just didn't know I was going to have to finish as hard as I did.  At mile 12+, I realized there was someone gaining ground on me.  I picked up my pace, it ended up being a little too early.  With about a 1/2 mile to go, Lindsey Smith came up on me, I tried to go with her but I didn't have the legs to match her pace.  In hindsight, I would have waited to push my pace when she came up on me so I could sit right with her and try to out sprint her at the finish; lesson learned.  Funny thing is, Lindsey is a Zoot Ultra Team teammate; I teased her as she was passing me when I knew I couldn't respond, with "you are killing me!"  I tried to distract her and take advantage; it didn't work :).  In the end, I finished 3rd with a run PR.

Best part is, I had a ton of fun out there.  My sponsors make it so much easier to race and travel all over the country. Thanks to First Endurance, Zoot Sports, Pro Energy Towel, The Right Stuff (Electrolytes); Zico Coconut Water, Colorado Multisport (bike shop)!!!  You all are a huge help and make amazing products

Moving in the right direction- Kansas 70.3 race report

Without a doubt, I am moving in the right direction. The first directional move was deciding to race Kansas 70.3 vs. Boise 70.3. I thought the wind and heat in Kansas was tough, then I heard about the freezing temps and sleet that went on in Boise. The idea of riding in a wetsuit sounds miserable, apparently it was better than racing in a race kit...brrrr.

Well, Kansas had the opposite temps; Windy and hot! The days leading up to the race went well. Driving 9hrs wasn't as bad as I had imagined; spreading it over two days was key. Not to mention having good company always make travels seem less painful. Finally made it to Lawrence. Immediately went for an easy ride to flush out my legs and take a look at the course. Yep, it was confirmed, this bike course is going to be challenging, but the run is mostly flat.

Going into race morning, I was feeling confident. I had everything prepped and ready to go, so I thought. The alarm sounds at 3:30am (I need to eat at least 3hrs before race start). Back to bed for another 30min. In hind sight, I just would have stayed up. I finally get moving, go about my routine and still feel confident in how I prepared everything the night before. Essentially just get dressed, grab and go.  As I'm putting my bike in the car, something caught my eye; the straw to my fuelsagalge (built in nutrition container in the Shiv) had a yellowish tent.  Oh no, I mixed up my nutrition (First Endurance) bottles!  I frantically ran back up to the hotel room, remixed another nutrition bottle, dumped out the nutrition in my fuelsalage, and refilled the fuelsalage.  Ahhhhh, still time to get to transition without too much panic.

Shane goes to drop me off near transition when I realize I forgot to add my additional electrolytes (The Right Stuff) in my fuelsalag.  Needless to say, my heart begins to pound out of my chest again.  Knowing it was going to be hot, I couldn't go without those added electrolytes.  Soooo, Shane rushes back to the hotel room while I go about setting up my transitions.  To my rescue, Shane comes walking into transition with time to spare.  Phew, another fire put out!  All this before the race began.

The wind was blowing, but I didn't realize how hard it was blowing until it was time to get into the water to warm up.  A good current that could throw us off course was something to be aware of.  I quickly reassessed the swim, paying close attention to what angle I may need to take, in order to stay on course with the given current.  The gun sounded and we are off.  Immediately we are fighting waves and current.  Again, I realized how strong the current and waves were when I started to feel slight vertigo.  I just buried my head and hoped it wouldn't get worse.  A few minutes later, the vertigo was gone.  Overall the swim was good.  The course was set up really well.  Bouys were aligned and easy to sight.

I came out of the water 5th or 6th; I set myself up for a good race thus far.  I passed two ladies almost immediately out of T1.  About 15min into the ride, I passed one more lady.  At this point I knew I was sitting third and was ready to have a strong bike split.  The wind and hills made the bike course challenging.  After about 90min into the ride, I made the bike a bit more challenging; my stomach stopped emptying.  As a result, I was getting a sloshy stomach.  I was able to manage it though.  In hindsight, I think my nutrition bottles are too concentrated.  Yet again, another minor adjustment before the next race.  So back to the race...

The remainder of the ride was good, I continued to manage my stomach and looked forward to getting off the bike and vertical.  T2 went smooth.  Sitting comfortably in 3rd place, I knew all I had to do was have a good run to gain a place or two.  After my first step, I was a little questionable on how well my run was going to go.  Legs felt great but energy levels were low.  I was able prevent myself from completely bonking on the run, but that meant for me to run slow and steady.  Since I wasn't able to get all of my nutrition in on the bike, I was depleted for the run and needed to play catch up.  Unfortunately, I the catch up gain didn't pay off too well.  Yes, I slogged through the run.  I actually kept chanting in my head, "slow and steady, the turtle beat the rabbit" over and over again.  That phrase was keeping me positive.  What also helped was I could see the other ladies on the course and they all looked like me.  The wind and heat was taking its toll.  One other very important factor that kept me possitive, was I knew I was sitting in a comfortable 3rd; if I just kept moving I was going to be ok.  So I did, knocking one mile out at a time.  It wasn't until about the last 4 miles did I start to run scared.  I knew I was hurting, as were the other ladies, with the exception of one. My placement came down to the last mile of the run.  I knew she was coming, I really was running scared.  I tried to pic up the pace but there wasn't any other gears left.  And then...thats right, Lesley Smith a Zoot Ultra Teammate of mine came barreling by me.  I tried to respond, but I had nothing!

I was flooded with several emotions at that point in the race.  Getting passed the last 1/2 mile is tough. I was excited that the race was almost over; I was bummed that I was in third the majority of the race and I lost it; excited that a teammate of mine was feeling good and was able to run her way into 3rd.  I was also excited that I met my goal for this race and finished top 5.  I quickly had to remind myself that one of the main things I love about triathlon is you never know what might happen.

Post race I quickly chugged two cokes, a chocolate mike and a zico coconut water.  All of which I was in great need of.  It's amazing what calories and electrolytes can do for ya.  Within 10min I was a new woman.  So the take home from this race is my nutrition.  I need to decrease my concentration for each bottle so my stomach will continue to empty appropriately.  The tricky thing is, in training I haven't had any issues.  Then again, it is tough to simulate race intensity.

All of my wonderful sponsors, family, friends, and fans play a big role in my success as a triathlete.  Thanks so much for your support.

Racing in New Orleans

Race morning did not go as smooth as most other races. I got up at 4:15 AM, ate my oatmeal with almond butter and got my things together just in time to leave at 5 AM. So far so good. With the address in the GPS we were on our way; so we thought. As we're getting close to the race site, we realize we were driving to the wrong UNO. With a brief moment of panic, I frantically re-searched the address and realized we were another 15 minutes away. Needless to say, a smooth morning turned into a panic, rushed morning. We made it there with plenty of time to spare.

Since the weather was so bad with winds averaging 30 mph with gusts up to 40 mph the race was turned into a duathlon. We were all well aware of the changes that were being made a couple days before the race, which allowed time to plan our strategy. Never have raced a duathlon before, I really wasn't sure what to expect. The plan was to go out with the pack and sit in. Well, when the pace dropped to a 5:30, I decided it was a bit too hot and I held back just a little, to be sure I wouldn't blow myself up; in hindsight, that was a mistake. I could've easily sat in and came in and out of T1 with the pack of women, instead I came in about 20 to 30 seconds behind, which meant more work to do on the bike in very windy conditions. I rode harder than I've ever ridden for the first hour and 15 minutes; just trying to make up the time I lost. Within that time my nutrition bottle ejected when going over railroad tracks. I hesitated for split-second, but then decided it was very important to go back and get it. To go without those calories on the bikes could've been disastrous. Again I was playing catch-up trying to make up for another 30 seconds or so. I pushed hard up to about an hour and a half and I decided it was time to let up a little so I can have legs to run. That was a good decision.

Coming off the bike, to my surprise I felt great. I rode the hardest I've ever ridden during a race and still managed to have legs to run. However I had a lot of spots to make up and all these girls were runners. I kept chugging along feeling good the entire way, but it just wasn't enough. One great thing I've learned during this race is I can ride hard and still have legs to run. I also learned I need to continue to work on my speed endurance on that run. Another great thing about this race was my nutrition was spot on. 2 calorie bottles with First Endurance drink and one water bottle. Going into the race I was a little nervous because I did change my calories. I upped them a little bit because previous races I started To fade the last 3 miles of the run. This race was different, I was able to finish hard all the way through. I just need that hard to be faster :-)

Post race I was filled with mixed emotion, I was hard on myself about my placement and for not going with the lead pack of women during the first run, knowing good and well I could have but didn't because of fear of how much it would impact the rest of my race. I was happy with my nutrition and my ability to push myself to new limits on the bike. I also was happy that I felt pretty good during the entire race. A good friend of mine told me this upon my arrival home, "Rest up and train hard then rest more and train harder!". I couldn't say it better myself if I wanted to.

Even though I didn't finish where I would've liked to, I definitely took some good things home with me. I want thank all of my sponsors: First Endurance, Zoot, Colorado Multisport, Zico, Pro Energy Towel, and the Right Stuff for all the support and motivation. Without you all I wouldn't be where I am today. This is still the early part of the season so I know deep in my heart that I have many many more races and great races at that, in the near future.

San Juan 70.3

I wavered  back and forth as to whether or not I was going to race San Juan 70.3 or not.  I was going to San Juan no matter what, but the question was if I was going to race.  To travel so far and not be able to enjoy the atmosphere due to being all wrapped up in the race, was hard to wrap my mind around.  I eventually decided to race mainly because I was needing to know where I'm at and what I need to work on.

My trip started out 5 days prior to race day.  I needed to acclimate to the time change and to the heat as much as possible.  It was soooo nice to be back in the heat and humidity; something I have missed since I moved to Boulder from Orlando.  Each day prior to the race was spent doing a little bit of training, lots of relaxing, and mostly enjoying the tropical environment.  There is something about the tropics that brings me peace.

Race morning came sooner than I had hoped.  At the same time I was very excited to begin my race season.  The 4:00am wake-up call to eat breakfast is always tough.  After eating, I wasn't quite ready to get moving, so I laid back in bed for another 30min; to my surprise I fell back asleep.  Once again, another rude awakening.  This time it was for real.  The routine of being race ready is always nerve racking.  No matter how many times I race, I think I will always feel like I'm missing something. I finally make it to transition.

Transition setup went very smoothly.  Everything seemed to be running correctly, without any glitches.  Before I knew it, it was time to head to the swim start.  10min before the fog horn sounded we were getting in the water to warm up.  I love the feeling of jumping in the water and releasing my nerves, just to have them come on a whole lot stronger a min or so before the race begins.  Treading water at the start bouy, I was replaying the perfect race in my head.  Bang, arms start flying, legs kicking, and my racing heart stopped.  Now it was time to find feet and to hang onto them.  Throughout the entire swim, three of us swam together, hip to hip.  Pushing one another to the swim exit.

T1 was fairly smooth.  With the exception of having to stop and pickup my tire kit that fell out of my race kit, I was in and out of T1.  Then things went sour very quickly on the bike.  Within the first 400m or so on the bike, I realized my DI2 malfunctioned; I couldn't get my chain onto the big chainring.  My initial thought was to quit.  How could I race with these girls with only the small chainring?!  I quickly snapped out of it and decided to race anyway.  I stopped to try and manually put the chain on the big chainring and check the electronic connections.  Nothing was working.  So, I ended up racing the entire bike in the small chainring.  It was an experience.  Having to ride at such high RPM's for almost two and half hours took a toll on my legs.  However, I surprised myself and had a decent ride even when my power wasn't what it should have been.  I was thrilled to get to T2, so I could take back control of my race.  T2 was smooth and painless.

As soon as I took my first step off the bike, I had a feeling this run was going to be tough.  Not only did I battle the hills and heat (the same elements everyone else had to deal with), I also had dead legs.  I thought that maybe I would eventually find my run legs, I never did.  Unfortunately, I think the high cadence on the bike, left me with nothing for the run.  Needless to say, my run was a shuffle.  Coming off the bike sitting in 6th position and to finish in 10th was hard to swallow, especially during the very moment I was passed and not able to hang, forced to let each one get further and further away. As each lady passed me, a few thoughts ran through my head; don't let another one pass you; just keep her close; am I ok on calories and electrolytes; so on and so on. That checklist was complete, never a new answer to change the circumstances.  It was a long tough run!

It's never easy to not have a great race, but it's definitely nice to know that my preparation seemed to be right; my nutrition was good; and I managed to troubleshoot undesirable mechanical issues by mentally staying strong.  I took a lot from this race and I'm ready for better races in the near future.  Thanks to all my sponsors, friends, and family for their support and believing in me.  

Austin 70.3

I have been battling with the idea of racing 70.3 all year.  Deep down, I knew I was better suited for the longer distance, but the idea of wrapping my mind around running 13 miles off the bike has always left me with a lack of confidence.   With nothing but a speed background would always take its toll mentally.  I have raced several 70.3's and each time I have come away with the same love/hate relationship.  Love that I have double the time on the bike and run to make up for the time I lose on the swim, compared to the little time I have during an olympic distance.  One can't win a triathlon in the swim, but one certainly can lose it in the swim; I have experienced that a few times this year.  The Hate aspect always comes down to the last 3 miles of the run in a 70.3; They merely HURT!

I finally wrapped my head around racing a 70.3 again after my swim debacle at Hyvee.  Too many times I would come out of the swim sitting mid-front pack or leading second pack and run out of miles to make up for the time lost in the swim.  Changing gears from the olympic distance to half iron was nothing more than focusing on my endurance; the speed was there.  After three weeks of hills, wind, and humidity in Kona, I had all the confidence I needed to have a successful half ironman, as long as I stuck to my power and pacing; that's the hard part.  I always feel good and think I can hold a slightly higher wattage and run pace when it comes race day; not this time at the Austin 70.3.  I finally stuck to the plan and look what happened.

Let me start from the beginning. Taper week wasn't going as planned.  I wasn't recovering the way I would have liked.  Friday rolled around and I still had some heaviness in my legs.  I was getting a bit nervous.  After cutting back even more than what was prescribed, I finally began to have a bounce back in my step on Sat (day before the race).  I thought to myself, just in time.  Race morning, I felt great; my body was ready to go.

Not sure why I even set an alarm and scheduled a wakeup call.  I am always up and ready to get out of bed, since I just lay there with my eyes closed.  I ate breakfast at 4:30am (oatmeal with almond butter), got my things together and headed to the race site.  While setting up transition, I sipped on a water bottle of Right Stuff (strictly electrolytes).  45min before race start I drink another water bottle consisting of First Endurance pre-race and 1 scoop of EFS.  As time gets closer my nerves begin to run wild.  I kept thinking to myself, I have trained so hard, I am ready for this one.  If I can only have a race  like I have been training; many people say, what you do in training you will do in racing.  That was true for me.

The gun goes off at 7:32am.  Before I knew it, I was swimming amongst a group of 15 women.  I figured out very quickly that I had lined myself up perfectly for a nice straight shot along the bouy line. The Sun was just coming up so it was very clear; sighting the bouys wasn't any trouble at all.  By the time I reached the first turn bouy I could tell the group of girls I was swimming near were beginning to fall of the pace.  That was super encouraging, being that I felt good.  After the 2nd turn bouy I managed to swim my way into third position.  I knew there were at least two girls in front of me, but I couldn't see them.  Kristin Peterson and Tanille Hoogland, both Specialized teammates were out of my sight.  I came out of the water sitting 3rd.

T1 transition went well; striping my 2XU wetsuit off and hopping onto my Specialized Transition without any hang-ups.  Still couldn't see Kristin or Tenille.  So the plan was to stick to my watts; steady up the hills and push hard on the down hills.  Everything was going as planned until Jessica Myers comes by me on the bike.  "Holy crap, where did she come from; I have  got to go with her."  So I did. Jessica and I switched positions several times for the first hour to 90min on the bike.  I then made the decision to let her go because my watts were higher than I wanted them to be.  Too much power could be detrimental to my run.  It was tough to watch her go on by and stay out in front.  But as long as I kept her in my sights I was good.  This bike course wasn't easy.  It was one hill after the other.  I really had to stay on top of my average power and nutrition, especially because it was warming up quickly.  throughout the ride I sipped from a water bottle with 2.5scoops EFS, 1scoop Maltidextrin, and 1 scoop Pre-race; a second water bottle with 2.5 scoops EFS and 1scoop maltidextrin; and one more water bottle of just plane water; all of which consisted of 700 calories.  I consumed about 600 of those 700 calories.  The last hour of the bike my lower back began to ache.  I was ready to get off the bike and run when mile 56 rolled around.

T2 was also smooth.  I was just thrilled to be in the upright, vertical position.  As soon as I came off the bike and started the run, I had Kristin Peterson in my sights.   First goal was to catch Kristin and then keep on going.  Throughout the run I was very meticulous about a constant influx of nutrition (I consumed a full EFS Flask: 400 calories) and sticking to my pace; running steady up the hills and rolling it out on the down hills.  This method really worked well for me.  I didn't burn myself out by pushing too hard on the hills.  Not to mention the fact that I have always enjoyed running downhill.  I was really consistent with my pace through the first two loops on the run.  The third loop I could feel myself beginning to fall off pace.  I immediately went through my mental checklist: am I eating, drinking, keeping a good cadence, and cooling my body off?  All of which were in check.  The hills were beginning to set in.  As I was getting to mile 10 I really needed to stay mentally tough; that is when Tenille dropped out of the race, which put me in second place.  That was it, all I needed to push through the pain the last 3-4 miles.  It was nice to follow the cyclist that was out in front of me making sure I was staying on course.  She was a saving grace on many occasions.  She made everyone aware at the aid station I needed water and coke.  She also gave me a focus point.  The last mile of the run was probably the worst part of the entire race.  I was already hurting and I had to make myself hurt more; here's why.  At some point within the last mile to mile and a half I heard the sound of another cyclist.  This made me nervous so I had to look; who was it?  My fear was confirmed, I read "third place female" on the front of the bike following me.  "shit, there is a girl right behind, I can't lose a position this close to the end." So I kicked it in gear, at least what ever gear I had left.  I probably wasn't going any faster but I sure felt like I was; my legs were on fire.  As I crossed the finish line I was expecting to see another athlete coming in right behind me.  She just wasn't there; about 3 min later she crosses the finish line.  Not sure who I heard or what I was seeing a mile out, but it was enough to dig deeper; deeper than I thought I could dig.

On many occasions during that run I probably wouldn't have stuck to my guns and pacing if it were for Shane screaming his head off at me.  I was so well informed on my placement and time from 1st and 2nd place girls.  All of his encouragement allowed me to separate myself from the pain and focus on my rabbit.  Thanks babe you were a huge help!  Also, a huge thanks to all my sponsors you have helped me tremendously; it wouldn't be possible without your support!

Mandy

NYC to Hy-Vee Roller Coaster

After NYC Tri I was very unsure about whether I qualified for Hy-Vee or not.  One spot away from an automatic qualification left me with nothing but false hope.  How could someone not accept their spot to such a prestigous race?!  If only I could go...then the email was sent; I WAS IN!  I had nothing but high hopes for myself at this point.  I was finally back on some good training form after being sick for 3 weeks and having to gain my race fitness back.  NYC Tri gave me a little pop in fitness but then the next 3 weeks of "kick my own butt" training got me ready!  I really was psyched about how good I was going; it couldn't have come at a better time, so I thought.

Upon  my arrival in Des Moines Airport, the fun began.  I couldn't get over how nice and helpful everyone was.  Not to mention how important the Hy-Vee team made me feel; I actually felt like a true professional!  All the little extras were much appreciated; care package, loaded credit card to use in the Des Moines area, shuttle services, snacks and a whole case of water (right up an athletes alley), hotel accommodations, escorted practice ride on the course, breakfast, Gin Blossoms concert, I could go on forever...Like I said, I actually felt like a real professional!  Sure hope triathlon follows the lead of Hy-Vee.

Not only were there a ton a perks to make our stay that much more comfortable, the venue was unbelievable. From my experience there isn't a better race than Hy-Vee Elite Cup Championships.  Race day alone, made me extremely proud to be apart of such a great high caliber race.  The field was crazy fast and intimidating; I was amongst the best of the best.  Just before race start we were introduced and escorted to the barge, I was lined up between Sara Groff and Laura Bennett; the nerves really kicked in then.  Unfortunately, the nerves only got worse.The foghorn sounded, diving into was a bit of relief; the race has begun. Swimming to that first turn bouy was rough.  Swimming against the currant was bad enough, having to make it around the first turn bouy without any mishaps was brutal.  Of course it resulted in some bloody noses, groaning grabbing, black eyes, etc.  All unintentional I'm sure.  It was merely impossible to avoid when you have 30 athletes converging into a small turn, trying to cut the corner tight and fighting against the push of the currant.  Then we had free sailing for a little bit; I was flying when swimming with the current.  Just to be rudely awakened by yet another battle against the current after we reached the second turn bouy.  Now this was when my brain decided to take a small vacation; aka brain fart.  Swimming towards swim exit, knowing good and well I needed to get out and dive back in for the second and then the third loop.  Well, that just didn't happen.  I was leading the second pack of woman, no one to follow (I guess I can make that and excuse :)) I do remember thinking why are the other girls swimming way off to the right?  Of course they should have been, that was where swim exit was.  I however, continued my course of action and swam past swim exit rolling right into my second loop.  I was thrilled where I was sitting; mid-pack.  Then the screeching words from one of the officials, "Mandy you have to get out of the water!"  I can still hear the tone of his voice ringing in my ear.  Just like that, from mid-pack to last. I played catch-up the remainder of the race.  I managed to pass two girls on the swim, two girls on the bike, and gave it my all on the run.  By the time it came to the run, I was spent.  The cost of having to play catch-up took its toll.  As soon as I took that first step, I could tell it was going to be a long run; it was!

  

Racing against the best of the best in the world and not finishing last, even with a huge rookie mistake, is something to be proud of.  I have got to tell you all, that without the support of my sponsor (Specialized, 2XU, Right Stuff, Profile Design, Smith Optics, First Endurance I wouldn't be where I am today.  Without the amazing bikes, gear, nutrition, etc. triathlon wouldn't be possible for me, especially at this level.  My coach, fiance, friends and family also play a huge role in my success; their guidance and support is greatly appreciated.  The tough days are always made easier when surrounded by positive energy.  Thank you ALL!

Summer Melt Down

Well there are definitely highs and lows to everything; it sure seems like I hit my low during the month of June with training and racing. It all began when it came timefor ourannual family sailingtrip. When Iagreed to go sailing, I knew it wasn'tthe best timing.I figured it wouldn't be that big of a deal,I would just try out a reverse taper. What betterway could I spend an active recovery week than sailing with friends and family in the Caribbean; sailing St. Maartens, St. Barts, and Anguilla. When I got back to reality (Boulder) I would ramp training back up for a few days before I would shut it down two days out from the 5150 Philly Tri.

It all seemed to go as planned, until it didn't. We had an absolute blast! Nothing like spending day in and day out surrounded by water, sailing from island to island, snorkeling, and of course the occasional open water swim and island run. Let me tell you, those island runs were no joke. There were times I felt like I was either going to pass out from heat exhaustion or have to walk up one of many hills. The terrain was relentless. When it came to the open water swimming, that was a production in it of itself. There were times when I was swimming back and forth from the boat to the shore and back, several times; I think I got dizzy one time circling the boat; and of course, I can't fail to mention the times when my dad or brother would ride along side me in the dingy, warding off people, boats, and creatures. Not sure who would make it back to the sailboat first though. Every man for them self if a shark were to be seen. My brother might have even left me in the water while he b-lined it to the sailboat in the dingy. But sure was nice to have the support. There is no other trip like this one. Every year we have to go back, or at least find new territory to sail. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

I finally make back to Boulder Sat. June 18th ready to rock out some solid training. Of course, I am still rocking so that was a bit of a challenge when it came to running on Sun. However, I was able to get in a few days of solid training and build the confidence I needed to have a good race at the Philly Triathlon that following Sun, June 26th. I make it to Philly without any hick-ups. As a matter of fact, the entire trip was a no brainer. I had a great home-stay; thanks Jen and Chris for making me feel at home. I couldn't have asked for better people. Friday rolls around, I go through my pre-race training, feeling ok but a little tired. Nothing to worry about, so I thought. By the time it was Friday night I was laid up in bed with a head cold, upper respiratory infection (which turned into bronchitis), and plugged ears. I had a lot running through my mind. I figured I was here in Philly, I might as well race. Well, that didn't happen either. A normal night before a race typically consists of little to no sleep; that is an under statement for the type of sleep I got that night. There was no way I could race; that morning I felt like a truck had run over me. Low and behold, I found out that night that everyone on the sailing trip had gotten sick earlier that week. One pesky bug!!!

Since I wasn't racing, I didn't want to turn the trip in to a complete waste. I somehow managed to have a little luck. Obviously it wasn't in the cards for me to race, but it was clear as day that

it was meant for me to watch Shane qualify for Kona at IM Cor d' alene. Everything fell into my lap. No change fee for flights, transportation to and from the airport was a no brainer, I was going to be able to surprise Shane, and I made it in time to hear the cannon go off. Perfect!!! Granted, I wasn't feeling too hot, but I still had a great time cheering. Now that's a way to turn something negative into positive. I'm hoping to do the same with all the time I had to take off of training to get healthy; there has got to be a positive outcome.

I make it back to Boulder with a Kona qualifier (congrats babe, you worked so hard for it). I was still feeling under the weather so I took a few more days off of training. You would think that 3-4 days of complete recovery would recharge my system; not the case. It took me another full week to begin to feel somewhat normal again. My daily activities were no problem. Training, well I felt like I was trying to breath through a brown bag every time I went for a swim-bike-or-run. With a week left until the Boulder Peak, I knew I had my work cut out for me but I needed to at least try and get points for Hyvee. I didn't want to leave it down to the last race of the series to qualify. That was a mistake! Boulder Peak was by far the worst performance I have ever had, when it came to triathlon. At least, that's the way I felt the entire time I was racing. I just didn't have anything to give. Not to mention the fact that racing at altitude made it even worse. I knew I was in trouble when I built lactatic after the first 500m of the swim. I thought I was coming around a bit after climbing Lee Hill, legs felt slightly alive (Side note: my specialized transition is a versatile bike; made climbing easy with tired, untrained legs). Then I get to the rollers on Nelson and 63rd (the last part of the ride); I had nothing but jello for legs and a racing heart beat. On to the run, or should I say shuffle. I am extremely grateful for Shane as well as all my friends and family that came out to support me;

sorry for such a poor performance. If it weren't for you all, I might have not slugged through it and finished. I have chalked it up to a learning experience. Lesson learned...3+ weeks of illness and little to no training is not the best formula for racing, no matter how bad you want to race.

I'm finally on an upward climb. I have had a few good solid days of training. My energy is back and I'm looking forward to the rest of the season. Next up, loveland half marathon tomorrow (Saturday), maybe Nautica NY triathlon (last race of the 5150 series), and Lake Steven's 70.3. It is time to up the ante and test my speed endurance.

I may have been knocked down, but I was never knocked out!!!

Mandy

5150 New Orleans

It has been a rough start to the season. Most people would think a 10th place finish at my pro Debut at MIT was awesome. I can't deny the fact that I was pleased with the finish, but unhappy with the race; too many mistakes. Then bonking on the run at Galveston 70.3 just added salt to my wounds. I finally was able to put it all together at 5150 New Orleans; finishing 3rd.

Unfortunately the race turned into a duathlon. It was made very apparent that all the officials and race director did what they could to make the swim happen. After trying for 45+ minutes and delaying the race start by at least 30min, they still couldn't get the bouy's out. Not only did they try to get the bouy's out, they even tried to go with a shorter course and make it three loops; the wind and waves weren't having it...

Duathlon it was. We started off with a 2mile run. It was tough to get a solid warm-up in being that we weren't too sure of an exact start time. But after consuming a water bottle with First endurance pre-race and EFS drink, I was ready to go. My legs had a rude awakening when I asked them to start running at pace. However, with the first half mile they woke-up and I was able to get into a rhythm. It was nice to be the one to set the pace. We all came in and out of T1 as a group. The bike is what spaced us out a bit. The first 45min of the ride I was battling back and forth between leading and second place. That sure made for a fun ride on my Specialized Transition. After we made the U-turn to head back home, I was about 1min off the leader. I could see the lead girl coming into T2; I knew I needed a solid T2 to increase my chances of taking the lead. Well, that didn't exactly happen. Since the race was a duathlon, I was able to run and ride with my 2XU socks. However, going into T2 with socks wasn't the best idea. I collected all kinds of debris on them. I tried putting my running shoes on and realized that wasn't going to fly. Too many things were stuck and I couldn't get them off without taking too much time. So, I had to take my shoes and socks back off, then put my shoes on for the last time. This killed my T2 time, but lite the fire in my belly. After grabbing my EFS flask, vizor, and 2XU race belt I was off to the run; knowing another athlete was on my tail. It was time to run hard.

I felt really good on the run; unfortunately I didn't have it in me to hold onto 2nd position. I was passed at about mile 2. All I could do at that point was keep her in my sights and hope to track down another girl. Well, I ran out of room. If I had another mile I might have had a chance for second place. I couldn't be more excited for a 3rd place finish. First time making it to the podium as a pro; sure feels good! I'm planning to have many more in the near future :).

The course was legitimate. It was a bit windy with a few short climbs (bridges) during both the bike and run. Just enough to keep the race interesting. There were a few areas on the bike course we needed to be aware of the road conditions (pot holes, construction, and gaps) and unexpected wind gusts. However, no matter how bumpy or windy the course seemed to get in spots, my Specialized transition helped me get the job done. Nothing like knowing you have a fast and reliable bike underneath you; the best of the best when it comes to Specialized and profile design.

The temperatures were warm but not as hot as I was anticipating. It was nice to be back in the heat. This was also a great way to test my nutrition. My mixture of the Right Stuff (electrolytes) and First Endurance EFS drink did the trick. They kept me hydrated and provided me with the necessary calories for a successful race; great tasting too. Last but not least, without the comfort and cooling factors of my 2XU one piece tri-suit, things may not have gone so smoothly; especially when racing in the heat of New Orleans.

Thanks again to all my Sponsors for supporting and believing in me:

-Specialized Bicycles

-Profile Design

-2XU

-Right Stuff

-Smith Optics

-First Endurance

California...

Now who could complain about being in California for two weeks; not I. I have been blessed with the ability to travel all over for training, racing, and sponsorship functions. Well, this time my trip was without racing and filled with glamour...

The first few days I spent in San Diego with the 2XU crew. They brought me through their building where a lot of the magic happens...great people, great minds, always equals greatness. That goes without saying; the 2XU products speak for themselves. The best part of my trip to San Diego was the 2XU photo shoot. Granted, photo shoots always make it for a long day. To be perfectly honest, I think I was more exhausted from being in front of a camera than I am after a long training day. I guess some things come more natural than others. None-the-less, I had a good time. To share a little secret, I have always needed a glass of wine to take the edge off during a photo shoot; not this time around. The team worked very well together. John, the photographer was outstanding, he made ME look like I knew what I was doing in front of a camera; that says a lot...

The following day, I flew out to San Jose to meet up with the rest of the Specialized team in Morgan Hill, where we spent a week training and being educated on all the specialized products. What a great opportunity. Just when you think you have a grasp on what goes into

a bike and all bike products, head down to Specialized in Morgan Hill, they will open your eyes to a whole new world; at least they did mine. I was extremely impressed with the time they took to educate all of us on their products. I am now very confident in talking shop.

Not only did we go through education, we also were put to the test during the lunch ride. Get a bunch of bike junkies out on the road together and they will show you a good time. It was fast and fun! I believe their goal was to see how many of us triathletes they could drop :). Post hammer fest, we extended the ride to take time for some action shots. More fun times to be had.

The Specialized crew also made arrangements for the team to participate in a few pro night functions at various shops, one of which was the Spokesman in Santa Cruz. These functions allow people in the area to congregate, ask questions, and interact with pros and other athletes with common interests and concerns about the triathlon world. As always, a good group of people.

I can't lie, it was nice to be home for a few days beforeI had to fly out again for Galveston 70.3. Those two weeks in California were great but exhausting too. I'm not accustom to stringing my days from end to end. Getting up early and going to bed early is one thing. But getting up early and going to bed late is a totally different world. Sure would be nice if there were more hours in a day; I'm sure we all can relate to some degree with that comment. Now it's time to gear up for Galveston 70.3...