Bryan McKenney raced 12-hour TT. 5 hours into race, he stopped and chatted as I got ready for 6-hour TT. He looked relaxed and pointed out the 2nd place a hundred yards behind. He had a few moments to spare. Must be nice to have this level of confidence.
_Low expectation
TTTT was my 2008 “D” event. Unrecovered from Montreal. A2A was 8 days away. If I have to pick an event to suck less, A2A wins. My IM CDA housemate Erik Bricker arrived late. He dashed in the registration when his competitors already lined up to start.
I reminded myself, “No risk. No digging” as the gun went off. 20-mile loop. I’d do 80 miles. 100 max.
_Crash
Drafting was allowed the first few miles. 1 guy took off like a rocket. Rest of us formed a nice pace line. The pace lifted, I let the pack go. This was a recon ride; I didn’t need to trust everyone in front of me. I saw the wreck 4 miles into the race. I rode slowly with another racer waiting for the pack. Erik caught us: 1 bike broke; pretty much everyone went down. Erik, hanging off back of the pack due to late arrival, was one of the few escaped. 1 girl was hurt bad. There was no cell phone signal. Some racers rode back to the start to alert medicals. All the sudden I was one of the leaders. I lost my resolve of not racing. 120 miles was the new goal, which seemed insufficient to surpass the lead guy, but this was cycling. Everyone was 1 mechanical issue away from stopping.
_Direction
The organizer made it clear “2 right turns only.”
The first turn was clear: green right turn arrow + manned intersection.
At next intersection, I saw black left turn paint on the ground. It didn’t occur to me black meant, “Erased.” I asked the cop at intersection by pointing left. He nodded. I follow the arrow. A few miles later I rolled to a boat ramp looking at the pretty lake. My race was over. The covered left turn was used for July Goatneck ride.
_Reconnaissance
I changed GPS to map mode and got back to the course. The 3-year old GPS locked up, which never happened before. Freaky day. I saw McKenney on the course and used him as a guide. He wouldn’t get lost after being on the course for 7 hours. Using cosmetic arguments, he convinced me to chase the 6-hour woman leader.
I lost motivation by end of 2nd lap. I’d seen the course and have no chance of a top finish. I took a long break at the car before 3rd lap. Legs got pretty tired of climbing. I was uncomfortable in aero position and had no reason to go hard. I finished the lap and called it the day.
At the award I got to pose with a trophy. The director promised I’d get one in the mail. I wanted to tell him my performance didn’t deserve a trophy but didn’t want to be disrespectful.
McKenney had the win in the bag before his rear tire self-destructed. The organizer announced his 2nd place qualified him as “rookie of the year.” He shrugged off the mechanical issue as “part of racing.” It turns out he really has a non-imaginary girl friend who’s not a hired actress. No actress could hammer out 500 miles under 36 hours.
#’s
4:06
official mile: 60
approx mile rode: 70
2551 cal
avg HR: 76%
crash: 0
off course count: 1
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Montreal 24-Hour Inline Race 9/6/2008
24-hour skate, loop course, Circuit Gilles-Villeneuve (4.32km)
2 Texas Flyers, Biff and I, skated Montreal 24-Hour last weekend (http://inline24.com/). Skatey-Mark got 2nd in this event last year.
Smooth road surface. Each relay team has up to 10 skaters. Laps are 2.7 miles; team members take a lap usually every 1 to 1.5 hrs. Or if you're going through midlife crisis, you can skate the 24 hours all by yourself. Below is my very wordy story for the long ass event.
Montreal is a fun town to visit. Drivers treat daily commute like a marathon races. Smoked meat sandwiches are excellent.
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Expectation
I decided to make Montreal the 2008 "A" event when Tibetan border closed.
I looked at past winning times and thought them reachable.
For 2008 the field would double in size, and Le Man winner would participate. Other factors included the single-mindedness of Lawrence, the top-returning participant. I thought getting on podium would be a moving target and picked 300 miles as the goal.
Race Plan #1.
This plan also didn’t match the goal, but it was early in the season and all my neurons were devoted to duathlon and the Tibet trip.
July Austin rehearsal
Brian Shicoff organized the 12-hour skate in Austin.
I suffered unexpectedly. I went out too hard, ate too much. I watched in awe as Lawrence (aka More Cowbell) tapped out steady rhythm.
Lessons:
Biff got a solo spot few weeks before the race. This resolved many issues. He would hand me food and provide an hourly lap pull. We would discuss race strategy on the course. I didn't want Biff to overexert because of his upcoming Austin Ironman 70.3
During actual event, Biff surprised me by hourly 3-lap pulls at the speed I needed to recover and provided flexibility of variable heartrates between his pulls.
Race Plan #3
I wanted to hammer out a quick lap the moment I saw the smooth course.
Participants prepared their space with lawn furniture, air mattresses, hammock, clotheslines, shelves, heat guns, and espresso machines.
I resisted the urge to socialize and lay on the paddock floor.
Biff reminded me yet again this is a 9-month journey and a once-in-a-life-time opportunity, and that I could consume large quantity of comfort food after the race. My heartrate was in racing range before I put skates on.
15 minutes before the race, I finally laced up and started the warm up. My body felt heavy after the 3-week taper, carrying friends’ expectations, good wishes, and GPS’s.
Crazy first hours
In less than 1 hour the big solo pack caught us slow starters. I jumped pack, started to average 18+ mph. I monitored my heartrate thinking these fast laps could be my undoing, but free speed was hard to resist. I vowed not to repeat my Austin mistake while flirting with anaerobic threshold.
We spotted the somewhat-official 24-hour skate record holder Philippe Coussy. He wore the same outfit and $1200 frame as in Le Man photo.
Soloists chatted away. No one seemed to breathe hard. A 23-year-old with knee brace described how he blew the left knee doing single-leg 400-lb press. Brian Schicoff and Bryan McKenney seemed to have too much fun. Brian actually cut the line to do extra pulls. Majority of the soloists were capable of impressive marathon times.
Finally it was my lead at bottom of the hill. I slow the pack down to 11 mph climbing.
"You don't pull?" A skater complained with French accent when the impatient skaters formed another paceline to pass me. It was pointless to explain I don't pull fast when there are 22+ hours left. Someone answered the question:
Wet
Rained. Just like last 3 previous years.
Energy bled with each stroke. I double pushed just to avoid slipping. Inner thighs started to complain. I don't know how Mark Sibert skated with yellow Matters in the rain in 2007. He must have better technique. But it was too late to sign up for his workshop. Most of us left the paceline of unsustainable speed.
I made a wheel change stop. So much for skating the entire 24 hours. 2 Hours later I heard that lead pack was down to 6 but still hauling donkey. I started to question Lawrence's and my chance for a top 6 finish.
I was glad I chose the Giro Pneumo with visor instead of the lighter Giro Atmos. Water still got into my eyes. Not putting sunscreen on forehead was a good decision.
Skaters crashed left and right. There were 2 invisible slippery patches at a turn Biff and I kept losing traction yet couldn’t avoid stepping on it. I focused on minimizing underpush and staying in the draft. Under the condition there was no way to avoid crash if the lead skaters went down; might as well draft aggressively. A pretty red fox showed up oblivious to the danger of human presence. She didn’t laugh at supposedly good skaters losing balance all over the road.
Energy
To reduce calorie requirement and muscle strains, I underpushed the turns and threw no crossover the whole race.
Biff brought my nutrition to the course; I pick things directly out of his fanny pack. This eliminated speed variation required to grab items from stationary supports’ outstretching arms.
I did spent extra calories to high-five the guy who skated backward. Just had to.
Real-time decision
Skaters were chatty after adrenalin returned to normal level.
Mistake
Temperature dropped with the rain.
I asked Biff to get my arm warmers and long pants ready. I mentally ran through each step and suddenly realized putting on tights required taking the skates off. I didn't think I could bear to put the skates back on. I decided to resolve the cold knee issue by ignoring the problem.
Negative incentive (9pm)
BBQ in the air. I became immensely hungry. The event organizer had a sick sense of humor and made the skater go through the aroma every lap. This probably would seem funny when I look back. I wolfed down all nutrition in the pockets and craved a big hamburger with no lettuce, no tomato, and no buns.
This was when I noticed some relay teams used Madison-style exchange. Many of these racers held speed beyond my competency. They usually flew by as if I were standing still. Morgan passed me twice; each time I felt the need to improve my DP.
Brief cooperation with US competitors
While I focused on staying in others’ slipstream, Lawrence tapped out consistent strides like a metronome. We finally hooked up in the dark. Our alliance came to an abrupt end due to his cramp. We wished each other luck before parting ways. He was hurt, teammateless, laps behind, and unable to hold 25+ mph for the fast straightaway. Yet somehow I thought he could still kick my butt.
Saw Shicoff couple times. He looked uncomfortable but said he was OK.
I couldn't recognize McKenney in the dark.
Surviving the 2nd half
Getting through the first 12 hrs without significant discomfort was a major goal.
Biff told me to continue the strategy of not worry about my ranking.
I had little confidence about reaching 289 miles at this point. I tried to pump myself up:
Confidence evaporated at hour 12.5. The outside of right knee stiffened from the cold. I took my first slow recovery lap, which didn't help enough. I reinstated the 12-hour break and spent 5 minutes to warm up the knee while Biff put the yellow Matters back on. I doubled the ibuprofen for remaining of the race.
Mistaken identity
I registered as Texas Flyer but wore a plain jersey that allowed changing without taking helmet off. Biff wore the very visible red-yellow skin suit. People started to congratulate Biff on the top 5 standing and probably wonder how he skated that far while spending so much time in the pit preparing nutrition.
Grave yard shift
Statistically 3 ~ 6 am is a big hurdle.
I was busy finding drafts, monitoring nutrition, and generally being terrified of crashing. The 3 hrs flew by. My stomach was digesting well. I added 2 Gu’s to reduce the chance of confusing hypoglycemia with a character flaw.
I was amazed how my form held. “Trust your training,” Biff reminded me.
The other French skater
2 French skaters entered the race after good results from LeMan 2 months ago.
It was about hour 16 when I noticed #222. He asked the usual:
I was concerned about Biff. The cold and wind couldn’t be easy on someone who made 1 hourly long stop. I actively sought out a pack to stay in so Biff doesn’t have to work so hard for remaining hours.
Coussy was all over the course, jumping from paceline to paceline. You could spot his seemingly inefficient arm swing miles away. Biff confirmed Coussy's lap count was untouchable. 2nd place was #202. I didn’t see him the first 18 hours and for a while wondered if it was McKenney.
7:30am (5.5 hrs to go)
The 2 hills became huge about this time. I was in so much pain I didn't notice thesun came up. I looked forward for theankle blister to pop to reduce the pressure. I found a French-speaking pack doing modest 12-minute lap. Coussy sat in this pack and skipped all hispulls. So did a well-dressed jovial guywith no bib number on the back. Hepulled out the phone and apparently asked about me. Biff found out that the numberless skater was 2ndplace Normandeau Patrick; he had 1 lap on me. We tried to lap that pack but #203 and #204 countered our every move.
#201 and Coussy were also protective of Patrick. #201 looked like it was hard for him to skate this slowly. 5 against 2, not counting possibly other Quebec skaters recharging in paddock. I wanted to attack but needed at least 5 fast laps assuming everything went my way. Chances were I would bonk, not to mention lengthening Biff’s recovery for very little gain. What I really wanted was surpassing Coussy, which seemed mathematically impossible at that point.
House of cards
Difficulties climbing. Bladder full. Left ankle not holding correct wheel angle.
I was several laps ahead of Lawrence. 5 skaters working together could attack me in various ways. Alternatively I could draft behind Lawrence and lose at most 1 lap, but Lawrence had incentive to pass me.
I took the easy way out: a short nap before rejoining the paceline. Patrick and his teammates finally relaxed with this 1-lap bribe. 'til the last lap, my heart rate stayed lower than pre-race when I lay on the floor. Top 3 skaters used little energy while Lawrence cranked out his miles, ready for us to falter.
I stayed in the comfort zone and counted all the things that could still go wrong: cramps, crashes, lower back spasm, mechanical, GI…. I started to ignore the race script to focus on staying upright. I skipped gels and water, assuming all the heavy lifting was done. I skipped the sunscreen and GPS swap to reduce the chance of dropping things. All I had to do was keep moving. There ain’t nothing wrong with a 4.5-hour cool down skate.
Biff went to the front to control pace. At every little climb, he tried hard not to put a big gap in front of the world record holder who skated like god just few hours ago. Coussy grabbed his left thigh the whole morning. He gave me a blank look when I asked him what’s wrong. Should’ve learned some French for this trip.
I had no idea about my mileage. I decided to focus on the podium finish. The body strongly suggested that I minimize muscular usage.
Happy ending
15 minutes to go. I jumped out and announced,
That little 600-meters fun probably cost me days of recovery time. I spoke with French accent by this time.
[world record holder, the sponsored skater, top 2 women, and me]
Post-race
Watching the 24-hour community tearing down the paddock home was a bit depressing. Many skaters departed before the race ended. Felt like I missed a party.
Biff didn't want me help packing.
I return to assigned space to take skates off and found heavily blanketed Lawrence in shock paying for his pursuit. I accidentally stepped on his toenail sitting on the floor all by itself. He graciously congratulated me and commented my speed range as a major factor. The silver and bronze finishes were team efforts. Lawrence's podium chance was slim by hour 18 simply because he was out-teammated. We couldn't touch him if this were a time trial.
Back to real world
The salt in hotel bathtub made me notice all the cuts on my shins torn open by rear wheels. I again marveled at Lawrence’s wattage.
Walking wasn’t too difficult for the next 3 days, though Biff and I briefly considered abandoning Guinness because the bar had big stairs.
Wednesday morning. I sat at a Dallas Dunkin’ Donuts watching the SUV wives doing morning shopping. The suburban scene looked surreal and easy to give up. I limped in the car park full of Lexus and Infinities and couldn’t remember how I pictured my future at the Mercedes-filled Orange County Costco parking lot in 1993. 15 years ago I didn’t know I’d appreciate donut with coffee this much.
I still wondered how much my training would need to change in order to close that 1-lap deficit. Maybe all it'd take was a pair of knee warmers that could be put on while skating. But races are unpredictable. Without that 1 lap lead, the Canadian team could've exhausted me by 10 am. I was lucky to have few enough things to go wrong that I had a good race.
Thank Yous
Blisters: 2
Distance data:
2 Texas Flyers, Biff and I, skated Montreal 24-Hour last weekend (http://inline24.com/). Skatey-Mark got 2nd in this event last year.
Smooth road surface. Each relay team has up to 10 skaters. Laps are 2.7 miles; team members take a lap usually every 1 to 1.5 hrs. Or if you're going through midlife crisis, you can skate the 24 hours all by yourself. Below is my very wordy story for the long ass event.
Montreal is a fun town to visit. Drivers treat daily commute like a marathon races. Smoked meat sandwiches are excellent.
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Expectation
I decided to make Montreal the 2008 "A" event when Tibetan border closed.
I looked at past winning times and thought them reachable.
For 2008 the field would double in size, and Le Man winner would participate. Other factors included the single-mindedness of Lawrence, the top-returning participant. I thought getting on podium would be a moving target and picked 300 miles as the goal.
Race Plan #1.
- Stick to the eventual leader like glue.
- Stay with paceline when possible.
- Basically race like an Italian road cycling sprinter.
- Stop every 4 to 6 hours.
This plan also didn’t match the goal, but it was early in the season and all my neurons were devoted to duathlon and the Tibet trip.
July Austin rehearsal
Brian Shicoff organized the 12-hour skate in Austin.
I suffered unexpectedly. I went out too hard, ate too much. I watched in awe as Lawrence (aka More Cowbell) tapped out steady rhythm.
Lessons:
- Steady pace
- Minimize non-rolling time
- Minimize calorie requirement
- Don't challenge the climbs
- Let Lawrence set the pace.
- 3 scheduled stops at hours 12, 18, 21
- Reduce calorie consumption.
- New goal: 289 miles.
Biff got a solo spot few weeks before the race. This resolved many issues. He would hand me food and provide an hourly lap pull. We would discuss race strategy on the course. I didn't want Biff to overexert because of his upcoming Austin Ironman 70.3
During actual event, Biff surprised me by hourly 3-lap pulls at the speed I needed to recover and provided flexibility of variable heartrates between his pulls.
Race Plan #3
- First 12 hours: Ignore ranking.
- Stay mostly aerobic and keep moving.
- Shoot for 144 miles.
- Assuming podium finish unrealistic, hold 13 ~ 14 mph.
- No stops. Rolling recovery.
I wanted to hammer out a quick lap the moment I saw the smooth course.
Participants prepared their space with lawn furniture, air mattresses, hammock, clotheslines, shelves, heat guns, and espresso machines.
I resisted the urge to socialize and lay on the paddock floor.
Biff reminded me yet again this is a 9-month journey and a once-in-a-life-time opportunity, and that I could consume large quantity of comfort food after the race. My heartrate was in racing range before I put skates on.
15 minutes before the race, I finally laced up and started the warm up. My body felt heavy after the 3-week taper, carrying friends’ expectations, good wishes, and GPS’s.
Crazy first hours
In less than 1 hour the big solo pack caught us slow starters. I jumped pack, started to average 18+ mph. I monitored my heartrate thinking these fast laps could be my undoing, but free speed was hard to resist. I vowed not to repeat my Austin mistake while flirting with anaerobic threshold.
We spotted the somewhat-official 24-hour skate record holder Philippe Coussy. He wore the same outfit and $1200 frame as in Le Man photo.
Soloists chatted away. No one seemed to breathe hard. A 23-year-old with knee brace described how he blew the left knee doing single-leg 400-lb press. Brian Schicoff and Bryan McKenney seemed to have too much fun. Brian actually cut the line to do extra pulls. Majority of the soloists were capable of impressive marathon times.
Finally it was my lead at bottom of the hill. I slow the pack down to 11 mph climbing.
"You don't pull?" A skater complained with French accent when the impatient skaters formed another paceline to pass me. It was pointless to explain I don't pull fast when there are 22+ hours left. Someone answered the question:
"He doesn't pull; he's from Texas."I thought it was pretty funny.
Wet
Rained. Just like last 3 previous years.
Energy bled with each stroke. I double pushed just to avoid slipping. Inner thighs started to complain. I don't know how Mark Sibert skated with yellow Matters in the rain in 2007. He must have better technique. But it was too late to sign up for his workshop. Most of us left the paceline of unsustainable speed.
I made a wheel change stop. So much for skating the entire 24 hours. 2 Hours later I heard that lead pack was down to 6 but still hauling donkey. I started to question Lawrence's and my chance for a top 6 finish.
I was glad I chose the Giro Pneumo with visor instead of the lighter Giro Atmos. Water still got into my eyes. Not putting sunscreen on forehead was a good decision.
Skaters crashed left and right. There were 2 invisible slippery patches at a turn Biff and I kept losing traction yet couldn’t avoid stepping on it. I focused on minimizing underpush and staying in the draft. Under the condition there was no way to avoid crash if the lead skaters went down; might as well draft aggressively. A pretty red fox showed up oblivious to the danger of human presence. She didn’t laugh at supposedly good skaters losing balance all over the road.
Energy
"It's not how much energy you use, but how much you save."I divide the 2.7-mile smooth course into 3 parts.
--Robbie McCuen on 2007 Tour de France.
- Climbs and turns
- Headwind
- Tailwind straightaway
To reduce calorie requirement and muscle strains, I underpushed the turns and threw no crossover the whole race.
Biff brought my nutrition to the course; I pick things directly out of his fanny pack. This eliminated speed variation required to grab items from stationary supports’ outstretching arms.
I did spent extra calories to high-five the guy who skated backward. Just had to.
Real-time decision
Skaters were chatty after adrenalin returned to normal level.
"You have to climb 100 steps to get to the washroom." A tired soloist complained.
"Then you have walk down 200 steps just to come back down." A local relayer agreed.This was how I decided Gatorade bottle was the way to go with which Renee was very impressed with.
Mistake
Temperature dropped with the rain.
I asked Biff to get my arm warmers and long pants ready. I mentally ran through each step and suddenly realized putting on tights required taking the skates off. I didn't think I could bear to put the skates back on. I decided to resolve the cold knee issue by ignoring the problem.
Negative incentive (9pm)
BBQ in the air. I became immensely hungry. The event organizer had a sick sense of humor and made the skater go through the aroma every lap. This probably would seem funny when I look back. I wolfed down all nutrition in the pockets and craved a big hamburger with no lettuce, no tomato, and no buns.
This was when I noticed some relay teams used Madison-style exchange. Many of these racers held speed beyond my competency. They usually flew by as if I were standing still. Morgan passed me twice; each time I felt the need to improve my DP.
Brief cooperation with US competitors
While I focused on staying in others’ slipstream, Lawrence tapped out consistent strides like a metronome. We finally hooked up in the dark. Our alliance came to an abrupt end due to his cramp. We wished each other luck before parting ways. He was hurt, teammateless, laps behind, and unable to hold 25+ mph for the fast straightaway. Yet somehow I thought he could still kick my butt.
Saw Shicoff couple times. He looked uncomfortable but said he was OK.
"Just slow and steady."His body had difficulties holding core temperature, and he wisely brought the cold-weather gears.
I couldn't recognize McKenney in the dark.
Surviving the 2nd half
Getting through the first 12 hrs without significant discomfort was a major goal.
"You should feel so fresh you could do another 12."I felt great at 1 am.
Biff told me to continue the strategy of not worry about my ranking.
"All the rabbits have gone to sleep."Road was mostly dry by now. All body parts functional. Stomach complained only once about this unnatural diet.
I had little confidence about reaching 289 miles at this point. I tried to pump myself up:
"I'm just like the record holder Eric Gee except I have smaller legs and inferior techniques. I have no previous experience on the course, seldom skate on wet pavement, don't make my own boots, don’t train as hard, and never came close to winning national title at any distance."But Eric fought the 2007 wind using aerodynamic equipment; my race condition enabled me to minimize headwind while enjoyed full benefit of tail wind. Advantage was clearly on my side. Yeah, the official record was going down.
Confidence evaporated at hour 12.5. The outside of right knee stiffened from the cold. I took my first slow recovery lap, which didn't help enough. I reinstated the 12-hour break and spent 5 minutes to warm up the knee while Biff put the yellow Matters back on. I doubled the ibuprofen for remaining of the race.
Mistaken identity
I registered as Texas Flyer but wore a plain jersey that allowed changing without taking helmet off. Biff wore the very visible red-yellow skin suit. People started to congratulate Biff on the top 5 standing and probably wonder how he skated that far while spending so much time in the pit preparing nutrition.
Grave yard shift
Statistically 3 ~ 6 am is a big hurdle.
I was busy finding drafts, monitoring nutrition, and generally being terrified of crashing. The 3 hrs flew by. My stomach was digesting well. I added 2 Gu’s to reduce the chance of confusing hypoglycemia with a character flaw.
I was amazed how my form held. “Trust your training,” Biff reminded me.
The other French skater
2 French skaters entered the race after good results from LeMan 2 months ago.
It was about hour 16 when I noticed #222. He asked the usual:
Where are you from? How many times have you done this? How can your French be worse than my English.…Pretty soon we realized we were competing for the same podium spot. Biff confirmed,
"He has 2 laps on you. You’re 4th."Biff and I launched attack after attack; he valiantly cameback every time, digging deep. #222 labored to get back to my draft after Biff left the course for the hour. I spotted 2 fitness skaters and pulled the closer one to the other's slipstream. 3 of us hammered for next 2 miles and left the little dude in the dust. 2 very strong relay racers pulled my next 2 laps. I was spent but made up a lap toward the podium. Lap time later showed that #222 blew up trying to defend that lap and Lawrence moved up to 4th.
I was concerned about Biff. The cold and wind couldn’t be easy on someone who made 1 hourly long stop. I actively sought out a pack to stay in so Biff doesn’t have to work so hard for remaining hours.
Coussy was all over the course, jumping from paceline to paceline. You could spot his seemingly inefficient arm swing miles away. Biff confirmed Coussy's lap count was untouchable. 2nd place was #202. I didn’t see him the first 18 hours and for a while wondered if it was McKenney.
7:30am (5.5 hrs to go)
The 2 hills became huge about this time. I was in so much pain I didn't notice thesun came up. I looked forward for theankle blister to pop to reduce the pressure. I found a French-speaking pack doing modest 12-minute lap. Coussy sat in this pack and skipped all hispulls. So did a well-dressed jovial guywith no bib number on the back. Hepulled out the phone and apparently asked about me. Biff found out that the numberless skater was 2ndplace Normandeau Patrick; he had 1 lap on me. We tried to lap that pack but #203 and #204 countered our every move.
#201 and Coussy were also protective of Patrick. #201 looked like it was hard for him to skate this slowly. 5 against 2, not counting possibly other Quebec skaters recharging in paddock. I wanted to attack but needed at least 5 fast laps assuming everything went my way. Chances were I would bonk, not to mention lengthening Biff’s recovery for very little gain. What I really wanted was surpassing Coussy, which seemed mathematically impossible at that point.
"You were out teammated" Bryan commented later.I made the logical move. I begged:
"you keep me in this pack, and I don't attack."A win-win proposition except they didn't trust me and apparently thought my legs could still throw lots of sub-10-minute laps. They didn't ask me to pull, which was a bad sign.
House of cards
Difficulties climbing. Bladder full. Left ankle not holding correct wheel angle.
I was several laps ahead of Lawrence. 5 skaters working together could attack me in various ways. Alternatively I could draft behind Lawrence and lose at most 1 lap, but Lawrence had incentive to pass me.
I took the easy way out: a short nap before rejoining the paceline. Patrick and his teammates finally relaxed with this 1-lap bribe. 'til the last lap, my heart rate stayed lower than pre-race when I lay on the floor. Top 3 skaters used little energy while Lawrence cranked out his miles, ready for us to falter.
I stayed in the comfort zone and counted all the things that could still go wrong: cramps, crashes, lower back spasm, mechanical, GI…. I started to ignore the race script to focus on staying upright. I skipped gels and water, assuming all the heavy lifting was done. I skipped the sunscreen and GPS swap to reduce the chance of dropping things. All I had to do was keep moving. There ain’t nothing wrong with a 4.5-hour cool down skate.
Biff went to the front to control pace. At every little climb, he tried hard not to put a big gap in front of the world record holder who skated like god just few hours ago. Coussy grabbed his left thigh the whole morning. He gave me a blank look when I asked him what’s wrong. Should’ve learned some French for this trip.
I had no idea about my mileage. I decided to focus on the podium finish. The body strongly suggested that I minimize muscular usage.
Happy ending
15 minutes to go. I jumped out and announced,
“I will lap you twice!”The well-rested pack actually reacted before figuring out the joke. The racers were allowed to finish the lap they're on at the 24-hour mark. Our slow-moving paceline organized to make the cut off. I sat behind the domestique #201 and beat the clock at 25+ mph. That boy could move! It was so exhilarating we didn't realize we dropped our teammates.
That little 600-meters fun probably cost me days of recovery time. I spoke with French accent by this time.
"*&^$! We have to climb this *&^%$# hill again...."Everyone congratulated Coussy. I shook hands with #222, Patrick and his helpers. I received pats (above waist) along with bunch friendly-sounding French words. They let Biff and I move ahead, and I forgot to ask about Coussy’s left thigh. Biff and I crossed the line under the Christmas light together. I was grateful to have a teammate to share that moment.
Post-race
Watching the 24-hour community tearing down the paddock home was a bit depressing. Many skaters departed before the race ended. Felt like I missed a party.
Biff didn't want me help packing.
"Get out there and have a good time."He knew I wanted to visit with racers from DC, skatelog, and the new friends who helped me in past 24 hours. I only knew them by backsides and voices. I never hooked up with those skaters. My brake ability disappeared and I kept running into walls, cars, and people.
I return to assigned space to take skates off and found heavily blanketed Lawrence in shock paying for his pursuit. I accidentally stepped on his toenail sitting on the floor all by itself. He graciously congratulated me and commented my speed range as a major factor. The silver and bronze finishes were team efforts. Lawrence's podium chance was slim by hour 18 simply because he was out-teammated. We couldn't touch him if this were a time trial.
Back to real world
The salt in hotel bathtub made me notice all the cuts on my shins torn open by rear wheels. I again marveled at Lawrence’s wattage.
Walking wasn’t too difficult for the next 3 days, though Biff and I briefly considered abandoning Guinness because the bar had big stairs.
Wednesday morning. I sat at a Dallas Dunkin’ Donuts watching the SUV wives doing morning shopping. The suburban scene looked surreal and easy to give up. I limped in the car park full of Lexus and Infinities and couldn’t remember how I pictured my future at the Mercedes-filled Orange County Costco parking lot in 1993. 15 years ago I didn’t know I’d appreciate donut with coffee this much.
I still wondered how much my training would need to change in order to close that 1-lap deficit. Maybe all it'd take was a pair of knee warmers that could be put on while skating. But races are unpredictable. Without that 1 lap lead, the Canadian team could've exhausted me by 10 am. I was lucky to have few enough things to go wrong that I had a good race.
Thank Yous
- Shicoff for coordinating.
- McKenney for encouragements with that confident McKenney style.
- Renee, Rick and Andrea for staying up all night to support the solo skaters and for peeling me off the floor.
- Mark Sibert for making me thinking about the event at 2007 a2a dinner.
- Eric Gee for saving my skin and convincing me a sprinter could do well at such event.
- Texas Flyers, my team, for providing paceline skills, discipline, introduction to endurance, and camaraderie.
- Relay racers for slipstreams and extra room at the relay area.
- Lawrence for education, encouragement, and inspiration.
- Biff for going beyond the planned roles (manager, support, trainer) and risking his Ironman 70.3 to optimize my race. And for being a friend.
- Tanisha for guiding me through triathlon then taking away my bragging rights by finishing the same Ironman 3 months after C-section, and for giving Biff up for the duration of the event.
- avg: 67%
- max: 90%
- 12005 cal
- time: 24:14
Blisters: 2
Distance data:
- avg = 13.8 mph
- fast lap = 28.748 km/hr = 17.97 mph
- lap count = 124
- total distance = 334.8 miles
- total race time = 24:13:53
- 5 min, change to rain wheels
- 1:30am 6 min, wheel change + nap
- 10:30am 8 min, bathroom + nap
- Hammer gel; espresso 8
- Gu gel; no caffeine 2
- Red Bull 5
- Amino Vital 8
- ibuprofen 12
- Viviran 4
- SportLegs 30
- Antifatigue Cap 26
- Endurolyte 23
- Perpetuem 15
- Caloriesper hour 233
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