Showing posts with label Boulder Travel Diary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boulder Travel Diary. Show all posts

Boulder Memories: The Day I wore a bag on my head and down my shirt with hospital gloves on my hands'

When the temperature goes from 38c at the bottom of a 90min climb (the last of the five I did that day) to torrential rain/thunderstorms and 6c at the top; and all you have is hot-weather gear you need to improvise. Otherwise that 1100m vertical descent in 6c rain is going to be a recipe for hypothermia. 

I stopped at the general store to buy a garbage bag to put down shirt, a plastic bag to put on head and some hospital gloves to keep hands warm. Don't think I've ever been so cold on a bike...the smile didn't last. Picture taken at the top of Ward with a friend/fellow sufferer I met at the General Store. I liked his makeshift idea of keeping warm. 

The descent in the cold with numb hands, shocking visibility and on slippery roads should have scared the life out of me, but I just wanted to get home. Plus I think I became so delirious with cold/exhaustion, I lost most of my cognitive ability.

It was a long day in the saddle (especially back then when my fitness/bike training was moderate at best). 

Oh yes did I mention there were people firing a gun at the side of the road, presumably to hunt something in the nearby forest....still in a thunderstorm with no-one else around it was VERY scary!

To cap it off I got a puncture 500m from home! 

Riding my bike has allowed me to see/experience some incredible things. Some days you won't forget, either for good or bad reasons. I won't forget this day, for all the right reasons!





Ride Stats:
  • Time:   5.31hrs
  • Distance:   136ks
  • Elevation Gain:   2445m
  • Temp Range:   4 - 38c
  • TSS:   283
  • Max Speed:   88.8


Boulder Musings, Part 3

Boulder Musings, Part 3

This blog post was 75% written 8 days ago (please ignore timeline)…training induced laziness has meant it has sat on a word document untouched for days now. Regardless here are my latest ramblings from Boulder. Unfortunately I am in the homestretch of my stay here and my room (yes I’ve checked) is being taken the day after I leave. Already planning next years (longer) sojourn.
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Training
Trying to add ‘colour’ to the inherent monotony of training is quite difficult. With swimming there is only so far you can go in describing 10-12hrs a week in a pool, routinely battling ‘larry lactate.’ Swimming in an outdoor pool at more civilized times (7.15am has been my earliest session, but generally I go to the 9 or 11am sessions) has been really nice, it will be a rude shock going back to the 4.20am wakeups in Melbourne.
There are three coaches whose sessions I go to:
1.Wolfgang Dittrich: If Jens Voigt was a swimming coach I’d suspect he’d be like Wolfgang. In his own right he was a super-swimmer, consistently having the fastest swim times at Kona, finishing 3rd overall one year. His sessions though are not only a test of physical but also mental (especially mathematical) prowess. Sessions are never written on the board and they are never simple. Here is the instructions I received at the start of one session:
 “Okay, you have 9 75s, 3 on 5, 3 on 10, 3 on 1. Then you do, 9 1’s 3 on 25, 3 on 30, 3 on 20, then 9 50’s 1 kick on 1, 1 choice on 50, 1 swim on 40. Okay Go. Don’t waste time, especially at your age.”
Try and remember all of that whilst swimming! Generally as the end of the session nears, he likes to throw in a mileage booster, e.g. 2x500 paddles on 10s rest max. By the time you’re finished he has most likely gone.
In spite of all of that, he’s probably one of my favorite swim coaches I’ve had.
2.Jane Scott: Sister of Dave (I think), frequently refers to us as ‘hooligans,’ e.g. “okay hooligans, hold up, hold up!” Meaning, stop warming up. Like all other coaches at Flatirons, there is no gap between sets, if your sitting at the back of the lane, desperately trying to hold the cycle (and dig yourself out of oxygen debt), its quite crushing to make the last rep, to already see those infront of you already starting another main set! Her sessions are generally the smallest but best attended by the resident freak swimmers.
3. Dave Scott: 6 time Ironman World Champ, Dave Scott’s sessions are a must for any triathlete spending time in Boulder, always new people there. They are generally the biggest with nearly 50 swimmers spread across the 7 lanes. One perk of being an ‘improving’ swimmer is that the two fast lanes have the fewest swimmers, generally only 4 or 5 people per lane. Las Thursday it was me, Tim Don and Craig Alexander! 
Boulder cycling tip, if you want to head into the mountains, its best to do it mid-week rather than on the weekends, as many of the Colorado locals will hoon up the canyons to camp on weekends. With that in mind, I moved my long-ride a day early to Friday, or has it has become known, ‘f-ed up Friday.’ The plan was for a long-ride trying to get in a heap of climbing.
To those who know Boulder my route was: Flagstaff x2, Old Stage Road x2, Jamestown and Ward. 139k’s in 5.31hrs (yes my average speed was very low.) What was a hard ride in and of itself, was made even worse by some of the most brutal conditions I’ve ever encountered. At the top of Jamestown it was still well into the 30s. 30mins into the final climb to Ward the weather turned. The heavens opened with a ferocious thunder-storm and torrential rain. It was quite an eery climb, I barely saw anyone (cars or bikes) for the entire 70mins, moreover there were people shooting on the side of the road (cue some slimily to a horror film). I reached the top freezing. Fortunately there was a small store at the top. Armed with $10 I had a hot chocolate, a coke, bought a garbage bag, a plastic bag and some hospital gloves. Unfortunately I didn’t have the money to ‘upgrade’ to the full yellow suit. With the garbage bag down my front, the plastic bag on my head and with gloves on the descent became almost manageable, I was freezing, probably the coldest I’ve ever been on a bike. The descent in torrential rain, whilst shaking (due to cold) was very sketchy! I was lucky I had Bronti back home to fill me full of warm liquid (once she got over the shock of seeing me in such an uncharacteristic cycling attire). 
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On another note, I crashed my bike last week. As usual it was one of those silly crashes when I wasn’t concentrating. I hit a pothole and went over the bars, fortunately I landed on my back (which was cushioned by my backpack). On that note I was VERY lucky that I had a good helmet, it took an enormous impact, getting torn to shreds, my head was fine. If I wasn’t wearing a helmet I’d definitely be in hospital.  
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No crash is complete without a complementing pic :)
Boulder Aquathon
In the absence of results posted there is not much detail to give. It was a very weird (and painful) feeling running fast for the first time since March 22nd, let alone trying to squeeze back into the tri-suit (its feeling a little tighter than I remember!).

About 100 people took to the swim, I’d say nearly half were ‘bandits’ just doing the swim (and not paying!) and (luckily for them) avoiding the run, did I mention my Garmin was reading 41.1c 1hr before the race (added to the fact we were racing at 1600m, this was a brutal experience).
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With the heat I decided not to wear a wetsuit, the water temperature was about as warm as the Flatirons Pool, I was hot in my trisuit! I excited in a decent position, but a little off the leaders.
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Out onto the run I thought I was in a decent position, although it was hard to tell as the short-course race were already onto the run. As I’ve mentioned on number of occasions running at altitude is pretty horrible. To put it into perspective at the Boulder Peak Tri, the winner (Tim O’Donnell) ran a 34.50ish, and 2nd and 3rdran 36mins.
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Running sub 4min/ks for the first time in months, in heat and altitude was a perfect storm of suffering. I was moving pretty well (thinking I was sitting around 2nd from 1k in), one guy caught up to me around the 2k mark, I tried to keep up with him, the pace dropped from a very pedestrian 3.40, to a very uncomfortable and slightly less pedestrian 3.20. This brief foray into mediocre running was short-lived.

At the ONLY aid station I was sitting in 2nd, my arms started tingling (a tell-tale sign of ‘larry-lactate’ hitting). With a little under 2k’s to go I gave up any hope of holding onto said runner and drifted back into a more sustainable pace. I crossed the line in 3rd, roughly 20-30s behind the winner. I was spent and very relieved to get through the race. The post race (free) food and the stop at Lucky’s Bakehouse was at least one perk of the 41mins of suffering.
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Other Notes
-Our homestay has left her house (to go to New Orleans), unfortunately she has left the cat (Barney or Barry, can’t remember). Now, as previously mentioned, I am not a cat person (and also allergic to them). Barney has decided to sleep in my room every-night, despite my best efforts. I went to the toilet today, and suddenly he appears out of nowhere right in front of me.
-The state of coffee has turned me into an espresso-drinker (don’t think I ever had one in Australia). On a better note LOVE bagels!
-There’s an annoying trend of people wearing wetsuits to squad so they can swim in the fast lane…please cease and desist!
-Dave Scott didn’t turn up to coach our squad session yesterday, Tim Don turned coach for our lane…that guy is one funny man!!
-On one hand it is very convenient having the Tour De France on at 6-9am each morning, in spite of the incessant ads. Yet there is something kinda cool about staying up late and watching it back home on SBS (in spite of Anthony Tan’s woeful ‘expert’ analysis).
-Boulder has an obsession with categorized waste disposal, I can deal with ‘Trash’ and ‘Recycling,’ but when they throw ‘compost’ into the mix it really complicates matters. I definitely feel like I’m being judged when I’m disposing of my food at Wholefoods (my favorite haunt).       
-I don’t get why I’m expected to tip at CafĂ©’s when there is no table service and you are expected to clean up after yourself.
-We have a new person staying in our house. She wanted to get the Wifi code from me, so I said I’d email it to her….fail!
-My awesome housemate/college friend Bronti is leaving in two days, unsure how I will survive without her cooking for the remainder of the trip. 
-Feeding Guide ‘Snooze’ for Breakfast, ‘Wholefoods’ for Lunch, ‘Boom’ Frozen Yogurt anytime, ‘Amante’ for pre-ride sustenance, ‘Spruce’ for post-ride Sustenance, ‘Pasta-Jays’ for Dinner (and eye-candy)
Till next time 

Boulder Blog Week 2 and 3

Apologies for the lack of blogging last week, on each occasion that I told myself to sit down and write the urge to eat or sleep or some form of inane distraction took over. In reality after the first week here, once I’m back in a routine, the days meld into one. Before you know it another week has passed. Secondly, I have been accused/criticized for namedropping in my posts, all efforts have been made to minimize said fault; however, in spite of my best intentions there will be a lot of namedropping :)

Swimming

Swimming is done at Flatirons, the 25m pool which is both awkwardly shallow and with narrow lanes is far from ideal, but the squads and (more importantly) the people who use them make it easily my favorite place I have ever swum. Its quite hard to put into context (for non tri-tragics) what an incredible standard of people swim at Flatirons. Imagine (using a tennis context) you are being coached by Andre Aggassi and training alongside Rafeal Nadal, Andy Murray and Roger Federrer. Last week one lane included…Craig Alexander (3-time IM World Champ), Tim Don (3-Time Olympian and 2006 ITU World Champ), Lisa Norden (2012 Silver Medalist). Keeping up (aided by some blatant drafting) and not have my bodily functions shut due to exertion (and altitude) are my two most pressing concerns in most sessions.

During one lunch time session, to my chagrin I was leading a lane. My inability to remember sets/send-offs are bad at the best of times. But when we are given annoyingly complicated sets, which are not written down, the whole thing tuned into a farce. To say I was universally despised in my lane would be putting it mildly.
Last Friday Lachie Kerin and I decided (in hindsight rather stupidly) to have an “F-ed up Friday” swim day. In short the goal was to do two squad sessions, totaling at least 10k’s before lunch. The first one was just plain stupid hard. I felt pretty terrible and moved down a lane, only to annoy them (forgot the time-cycle). At the end of the session plus cool down, I had 5k’s on the clock. We donned the cycling kit, rode (at best) 200m down to the bagel store, downed a bagel and a dangerous amount of caffeine. In a very short space of time we were back in the pool. Cue another annoyingly complicated set. I was feeling quite good for the opening 3.5k’s (a welcome change from 1hr earlier) and managed to get through the set. Fatigue-induced delirium always helps in speeding up the process. The last 1k I had to swim solo to get to that magical 10k’s. It was a battle, nearly 3.5hrs in the water, all before 1pm (we first got in the water at 9) I hopped out trashed by quite proud of my efforts.

Biking

Boulder has some of the most incredible riding, the hills are always a good test for my (swim-block induced) deplorable level of bike fitness, not helped by the fact that the general standard of fitness in Boulder means that you have to be prepared to put the ego away. Boulder is probably one of the few places that when you see someone in full team-kit you don’t automatically think they are committing a serious violation of “The Rules” rather they are probably a legit professional. On Saturday Lachie and I rode with Peter Robertson (warning name-dropping…..an Aussie who has won the ITU World Champs three times). His idea of a long-ride and mine were slightly different. A Strava PB of 6mins up the 25k (1100m vertical) climb to Ward and an average speed over the last 1.45 of nearly 41km/h highlighted that. It’s these sort of rides that make you strong, I was happy to get off the bike in one piece, satisfied with my effort.
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The other ride that stuck out was today’s. With all the pools shut and the weekly aquathon not on I had a long-ride planned instead. Lachie and I did our usual climb to Ward. Instead of either turning around or climbing another few hundred meters to the Peak to Peak highway and descending, we continued our ascent into ever-thinning air. 2.20mins since we left (of which 2hrs was of solid climbing) we reached 10300 feet (roughly 3100m). It was a surreal experience, especially considering there was still (in some places) clumps of snow on the ground.
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Yeah I found some snow and got overly excited
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Run

The trails here are pretty insane, apart from the swooping bird (which for its size has an incredible amount of confidence) things on this front (in comparison) have been pretty mundane. The heat has meant that I’m either running at or before 6am or after 6pm. The altitude initially made running a VERY slow process.  Unlike some people who do long runs at low (or even sub) 4min/k pace, I am a plodder when I run aerobically, preferring to keep it around the 4.45-50/k mark. The altitude relegated that to around 5.20 pace for the opening few days. It probably took me around 10 days to get to a level similar to sea-level performance.
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General Thoughts

Only make eye-contact with someone in Boulder if you are willing and able to engage in a full in-depth conversation. People are VERY friendly here.
Swimming on the right hand side of the lane is not ideal, but tumble-turning is fricken impossible, I am unable to teach myself to do it the other way.
My new friend Barney, the “checkout chick” at Luck’s Supermarket asked me how my day was, I did the usual response of ‘good,’ I asked him how his day was…. “SPECTACULAR!!!!!”
Our homestay enjoys eating and passing judgment on the incredible cooking my housemate and college friend Bronti does for ME.
I just got a fan in my room!! This is a big deal! The lack of airconditiong has meant that some nights my room has been near 30c’s
Bronti has been spoiling me rotten in the food department. Was greeted on my return today by an incredible lunch.
Wholefoods self-serve meals….nuff said!! Although don’t get over-excited in your first outing and get 3.1lbs of food on your first outing.
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My homestay keeps acting surprised if she ever sees me during the day. Generally if she sees me more than once before dinner (she is a late riser) she asks me if I’m on a recovery day.
On my weekend of babysitting the cat I discovered I’m allergic to them. (long story short the whole house was away for the weekend except me, I was left in charge of the cat).
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-Things that make me unhappy: Being mistaken for a New Zealander.

On a completely unrelated note, I stumbled across this article and found it absolutely fascinating. Here is an exert from the article, link here:
There’s a well-known survey in sports, known as the Goldman Dilemma. For it, a researcher, Bob Goldman, began asking elite athletes in the 1980s whether they would take a drug that guaranteed them a gold medal but would also kill them within five years. More than half of the athletes said yes. When he repeated the survey biannually for the next decade, the results were always the same. About half of the athletes were quite ready to take the bargain.
Only recently did researchers get around to asking nonathletes the same question. In results published online in February, 2009 in the British Journal of Sports Medicine, exactly 2 of the 250 people surveyed in Sydney, Australia, said that they would take a drug that would ensure both success and an early death. “We were surprised,” James Connor, Ph.D., a lecturer at the University of New South Wales and one of the study’s authors, said in an e-mail message. “I expected 10-20 percent yes.” His conclusion, unassailable if inexplicable, is that “elite athletes are different from the general population, especially on desire to win.
With the Tour de France on at a very sleep-appropriate time of 8-11am here, not only have I been able to watch almost every stage (generally they are recorded and watched when I get home). Every year the question of doping rears its ugly head. I find the physcology of doping and especially its justification fascinating. Studies such as this provide a fascinating insight into the murky world of doping in cycling as portrayed in books such as the ‘Secret Race.’ The Sport Scientists blog is another great resource if you’ve got some time to kill (and are slightly nerdy). There latest post (an annual TDF occurrence) looks at the power outputs of the top riders in the mountains, it is well worth a read.
Hopefully I will get my act together and post next week, I also have an aquathon, that in itself will be fun. Running sub 4min K’s (well if all goes to plan) will be an interesting experience, considering the last ‘hard’ run I’ve done was on March 22nd. 
Till next time

Boulder Travel Diary Week 1: Flying, film reviews, Crowie and Spanish Grandmothers

As is usual at this time of year, a large number of my friends (and my two of my sisters) jet off to various parts of the world on a shoe-string budget. This is the second time I had ventured to Boulder (MY POSTS FROM LAST YEAR ARE HERE) who needs European sightseeing when you can trash your body on a daily basis, go to bed at 8pm, eat like it’s your last meal and wear predominantly lycra for 6 weeks……bliss!
I had intinitally decided to chronicle my visit in diary form, thereby giving the reader a better idea of what I was doing on a daily basis. Then I realized that dedicating 95% of my words to either training/sleeping/eating and/or complaining about coffee wasn’t going to be the most riveting of reads. So I’ll take a thematic approach, I’ll try and spread out some ‘colour’ over the six weeks. Hence there will be no coffee-related rant this week (IT’S COMING!)
The flight 
I was already starting this trip from stronger footing than last year, where the preceding night, my sisters 18th, had left me with a pretty feral hangover. Compounding issues was the cheapest fair had me flying to New Zealand, before I landed in LA, spent 6hrs at the airport and then flew to Boulder. The New Zealand to LA flight was not helped by a young baby falling asleep on my lap, with the mother begging me not to move for fear of waking up the baby (and the rest of the airplane) I had a very uncomfortable flight!
Will’s travel tip no.1: Dressing up (nice buttoned-up shirt and kahkis) to try and weasel an upgrade might be a good idea on paper. But bring a change of clothes, otherwise it could be an uncomfortable 25-30hrs.
After the LONG journey towards the back of the plane I was relieved to see that there were no babies in sight, my travel companion was an old woman, who fortunately wasn’t a talker.
Things were all looking good, until the two ladies behind me decided to have a chardonnay-filled party in the sky. Their terrible mundane chat filled our cabin (they were that loud!). 5hrs into the flight this all got too much, the flight attended delivered a very enjoyable smack-down and they were quite for the rest of the flight.
Will’s movie reviews:
Identity Thief: Don’t even bother 0.5stars
The Reader: Not the most uplifting of films (Kate Winslet won an Oscar for her performance), also the very frequent nudity can be a bit awkward when other people look at your screen. Besides that a very moving and challenging film. 4 Stars
Die Hard: Would’ve enjoyed the film more (before I went to sleep, yes during an action film!) if they got rid of all the dialogue and just blew up more cars (if that is possible). 1 star
Master and Commander: A Classic! Never get’s old. 4.5stars
Arrival
After nearly 30hrs of transit it was great to arrive in Boulder. I am staying in the North only a few hundred meters from last year. It is on the gateway to most of the decent climbs in the area (Ward, Peak-to-Peak and Jamestown) and also some great (seemingly never-ending) run trails.
Bronti (my college friend who is coming over for the last month) found our house on Craigslist. It’s owner (Jeanny, who reads my blog!) is an artist and rents out three rooms in her house year-round. For my first few nights we had a John Polson (a pro triathlete from the Gold Coast) his GF, me and two Spanish women over here to meet their first grand-child. The latter couldn’t speak a word of English. As usual I relied on the universal language of smiling, nodding and overt hand gestures as a means of communication. Jeanny has a “respect life” number plate, which suggests that I might steer clear of discussing politics with her. A final member of the household is the cat Barry.
Not only am I allergic to cats, I don’t think I have ever been in close contact with one, being from a family with two dogs. This coming weekend, with the Spanish women gone, John racing in New York and Jeanny on a camping weekend, I have been entrusted with Barney’s well-being. DREAD!!
Training 
Unlike Falls Creek, 1709m (the altitude I am sleeping at) is not the highest I get, rather the lowest! Training at altitude carries with it many rewards, but also risks. Namely it is very important to manage fatigue and hydration levels, as it is very easy to dig yourself a hole you can’t get out of. For the first few days, the hours spent between training sessions were lying paralytic in bed. It took me a good five days to really start to feel strong across the whole day, without the need for constant naps (a source of great teasing on any EnduranceTeam camp). Moreover it is very hard not to get carried away with being surrounded in a training mecca. It has been quite a battle not to head to the hills on the bike and do more than what is on my program.
The training routes have remained similar to last year: Swimming at Flatirons, biking North around the hills (still not up any decent ones yet) and running around wonderland trails. Its been pleasing to gradually see the strength return across all three disciplines. Running 5.15/k and going anaerobic holding a (very brief) 1.30 cycle in the pool is not particularly enjoyable.
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Will’s Travel tip no.2: Be WARY of the aqua-dancing women. They are vicious if you are in their lane/way/rough vicinity
Today was easily the highlight of the trip so far. Lachie Kerin (who I have raced against, and actually went to school with) arrived yesterday and we headed down to Flatirons to do a swim squad together. Just when we are about to start, 3-time IM World Champion hopped into our lane. It’s not uncommon to see pro’s at swim squad, but Crowie is defiantly a hero of mine. All those early morning and big K’s in the pool have been worth it, just to say that Crowie swam on my feet! Fortunately it  was the first swim I was almost back to sea-level performance.
Our main set was: 4x400 on 5.30 straight to 4x150 on 2.05 (1:23.3333333 base). The time cycles were solid, but nothing spectacular for sea-level standards, at altitude I was stoked to make them all. Crowie was wearing a swim-skin which made me feel slightly better about the fact that he was putting 5-10s into me during the 400s (we’ll ignore the fact that I was drowning in lactate and in a state of extreme hypoxic debt…he seemed fine).
Retul Fit
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Finally (I appreciating this post is getting near the 1,000 word mark) I was fortunate enough to spend a really fascinating 4hrs with the guys at the Retul headquarters. I have only ever had two proper fits on my bike. Once in 2009 on my road bike and again a year later on my TT. In the intermittent three years, the only changes in my position was me removing a few spacers and tilting my bars down a little.
The fit when through everything, from my strength, flexibility, body dimensions and style of riding. I am fortunate that I have very long arms, which means that my position will necessitate a long and low front end (i.e. looking pro). We made seven changes in total. The upshot being I am now rocking a fully slammed 140mm stem. Not only does it look good, immediately I felt awesome. Much of the knee complaints I had were stemming from my saddle from being too far back. Moreover with a lower front-end, I could tilt my bars higher up, which in turn would put less pressure on my wrists and shoulders.
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As with last year, the first week is always the hardest. Settling into new surrounds, doing a mountain of organizing and generally getting into the cycle of training at altitude. With the hard work done I’m looking forward to really getting into all Boulder has to offer.

Last Boulder Post


Currently sitting in the waiting area (I’m sure there is a better name for it) at LAX waiting to board my flight to Auckland. As with my trip here I am on a multi-leg journey across the world in all directions but Melbourne. Another 32hr door-to-door trip awaits.
Security- American Style. This is only domestic!! 
In the last five minutes I have seen: Chris or his brother Liam Hemsworth, anyway it was the Hemsworth who played Thor in the Avengers. A really close college friend from Canberra and her sister who have been travelling along the Californian Coast. And also an obscure teenage ski-racer who I follow on Twitter (dating back to the days I dabbled in some semi-serious Skiing).
So far the travel has been relatively smooth. Although I didn’t make too many friends on my flight to LAX when I misread the gate number (39) for my seat. Reaching the end of the plane only to discover that there were only 37 rows on the plane. To my chagrin I discovered I was sitting in row 10. A very awkward and embarrassing shuffle back up the plane, whilst other people were making there way down to their seats. To make things worse I was told (over the loud speaker) to “find my seat quickly and stop holding up the plane.”
Am armed with sleeping tablets, soundproof headphones, an iPad filled with movies in my quest to avoid: crying babies, awkwardly friendly neighbours and the generally poor selection of movies onboard.
 
Needless to say its with a heavy heart that I leave Boulder. It has been one of the best few weeks of my life, doing what I love in the Triathlon mecca of the world. As what seems the case in so many of these trips, as soon as you start feeling comfortable and get your bearings the trip ends. It really took me the better part of three weeks to get over the altitude and re-align my sleeping patterns, to say the last week flew by would be a massive understatement.
Swim
My biggest ever swim week….40ks (40.05k’s to be exact). A couple of situations presented themselves that made this weeks 13hr slog-fest in the pool possible. First and foremost the temperature’s reached in Boulder have been ridiculous. I have had no day below 30c here, and throughout my last week it was hitting 42c. In short, running and biking between 11am-5pm were not on the cards. A typical day at the pool involved two shortish sessions split between lunch. The morning’s (i.e. 10am) would be spent either on a hard solo main set or with a squad. Than lunch and then another return to the pool for (the more boring) slower aerobic and technique work. Flatirons pool is the mecca for world-class athletes, the standard of swimmers is ridiculous. There was a woman who must have been around 8 months pregnant popping out sub 1:20min 100m intervals today! Being in the same pool as people like Clayton Fettel, Kris Gemmel, Julie Dibens and Craig Alexander has been a fantastic experience in itself, moreover seeing their own training has been really interesting. Less high intensity, lots of IM, paddles and band work.

Another by-product of my swim mileage has been the emergence of possibly the most awkward set of tan lines, the goggle tan-line. With the rest of my face a rather questionable shade of orange (NATURAL!!) the only non-tanned portion has been around my eyes and a line going from my eyes to just above my ears. I am told (not that I would know!) that this is a tell-tale sign of someone with a spray-on fake tan.
 
Bike
The highlight of the week was my last ride here on Saturday. I decided to re-acquaint myself with my three favourite climbs. The 25k monster Ward (which climbs 1000m higher than the highest point reached in the Tour De France), Jamestown and Old Stage Road (the scene of much suffering at the Boulder Peak Tri). 110ks, 1400m of vertical ascent.
 
On another note my relationship with my saddle has bordered (for the want of a better word) on schizophrenic. Some days it feels like I’m sitting on some sort of Lazyboy sofa whilst other like some sort of sperm destroying spike. Unfortunately the latter seemed all too common during my last week. Making me feel a lot like this guy……
Run
The usual cycle of very early morning and late-evening runs continued. Another week of very solid mileage and what feels like a return to the old (semi-respectable) runner I was in February/March. I managed to go 26 of the 27 days without seeing a snake; however, on my last run 500m from home I saw one. I think I broke my 1k record running home!
Other

Each Thursday night Boulder puts on a ‘Stroke and Stride’ (1500m Swim, 5k Run) and it seems each Thursday there is a lightening strike turning the event into a run. Three of the four weeks I was there lightening cancelled the swim. On my last Thursday there, Nick, Scott another Aussie Renee and Nick’s homestay host Sandi (a 64yo ten time Kona Qualifier) headed down to the Reservoir to do the race. My plan was to stroke and avoid the stride. However the lightening derailed my plans and I ended up as a keen spectator/photographer. The highlight of the night was the ridiculous amount of Pizza the event provided. 
 
Nick looking a little worse for wear after his 5k PB.
On my last night five of us went out and celebrated my last night here. It was a very enjoyable night; a sneaky beverage or two might have been also enjoyed! Pizza Locale is defiantly a must for anyone visiting Boulder, so is the post-dinner Frozen Yogurt (Boom Yogurt or Smooch being the two best).
On Thursday I discovered the All Sports Recovery Centre (would’ve been handy to have found out about it earlier). The Normatec Boots were a massive hit, I’ll defiantly be utilising this facility more regularly next time (hopefully, there is one!) I am here. It has ice baths, hyperbaric chambers, massage therapists and the normatec boots.
 
All in all I had such an amazing time in Boulder, it was everything and more than what I imagined. Blogging now will become considerably less frequent as I return to dreary/cold Canberra.
Boulder Suggestions
  • Amante Coffee in North Boulder is where its at for Coffee and celebrity cyclist spotting
  • Dave Scott’s swim squad at Flatirons is the biggest and most popular one; however, his sister Jane’s has more pro’s and less AG’ers. Wolfgang’s sessions are hard and are full of laughs, mainly at your expense.
  • Hit up a membership at Flatirons and All Sports Recovery.
  • The lack of oxygen up there makes hit top end intervals hard. The owner of All Sports, Josh, was telling me that he was doing 4x1mile repeats (2mins rest) the week before he did a 5k at sea level. His mile splits at sea-level were faster than his interval workout at Boulder. Quite a few people utilised indoor trainers and oxygen masks to mimic sea level and hence work at a higher intensity.
  • Your swim times are going to be A LOT slower at altitude. Adjust times accordingly.
  • Load up on sunscreen. It get very hot in July!
  • From personal experience its very easy to be caught up with what others are doing, having so many awesome athletes in one place can be a blessing and a curse.

Week 3

Getting worryingly close to the end of my trip here…wont bore you with various adjectives to describe how much I:
-Love this place
-Loved the last few weeks
After the disappointment of the Boulder Peak Triathlon it was time to put my head down and re-focus on why I was here….to train. Friday marked 100 days until Worlds in Auckland (can’t confirm or deny that I have an iPhone App counting down to the exact second the gun will go off).
On Advice from my coach I visited a doctor. It turned out I was carrying a sinus infection, once treated the difference I felt in training (and recovery) was very marked. Finally I was able to put out some decent sets in the pool.

Swimming

To a certain New Zealand double Olympian I sincerely promise that I am not stalking you at the pool, being in the lane next to you eight out of the last ten days is pure coincidence. Moreover would I really want to mess with someone who looks like this?
Regardless of location, there is always bound to be a diverse collection of strange pool denizens. This weeks mob included:
  • The ‘overly competitive guy’ who decided that since he was unable to ‘beat’ me (whilst I was doing some easy pull sets), he would employ every aid at his disposal to rectify that situation. Paddles and Flippers attached he managed to ‘beat’ me. I’m glad it made him feel ‘special.’
  • For a country where the mere glimpse of a female breast means a movie is rated ‘R’ (unlike the UK where they frequently showed male full frontal nudity on primetime TV) it is astonishing how…..ummm…comfortable certain (normally elderly) people are with their naked bodies. One man, feet up on a bench to clip his tonenails (all whilst stark naked) decided to have an in-depth conversation with me. His ability to ignore my undisguised awkwardness was commendable.
  • The man who had a collection of beeds at the end of the lane and at the end of each 50m lap (up and back) would move one to the other pile. Once all the beads were in one pile he hopped out.

Flatirons 
Bike

For the first time in a very very long time, I was actually jealous of the long course guys. Living on the Beach Road of Boulder (massive disservice to Boulder when I say that…less MAMILS i.e. middle-aged men in Lycra and more legit pro’s), with the Tour De France on the TV in the morning and my Pink Bike sitting about 2 meters from my bed, it has been quite a challenge to avoid hopping on the bike and heading to the hills each morning.
My key midweek ride was again back to Ward (altitude 2700m, 1000m higher than the highest point reach in this years Tour De France) fortunately (for my pride/legs) Nick’s program had a different emphasis so we parted ways early into the climb.
Sunday marked my longest ever Brick (bike followed by a run) session. With temperatures hitting 36c it was a hot, but very enjoyable one. The first two hours were spent with some of the local guys, and my first (of two) climbs to Jamestown ended up being quite ‘spirited.’ The second half of the ride was solo, climbing over Old Stage Road (the scene of much suffering during the Boulder Peak Tri) and then back to Jamestown. The climb is about 10k’s long with 350m vertical gain. The Church was in full swing on my second visit there, it was clear that some people had cycled up for the 11am Mass, quite a nice way to start the day. 
Due to phone bill (Telstra kindly didn’t remind me that I had hit my overseas plans limit) my phone has been switched off for the last few days (to avoid more gouging at their hands) hence no pictures. However the link below (‘A Day with the Bennett’s) shows where I do 90% of my runs, where I swim and also pictures them doing the same climb I did (to Jamestown).
Run
Runs this week: A Lot
Runs with shirt on: Zero
Times told to put a shirt on: Once
The area around Wonderland Lake is incredible (and fortunately, snake free……so far) with trails going off in every direction. Its made running very enjoyable, and the legs have appreciated the lack of concrete. Had a great run with one of the guys I raced against, a Columbian (didn’t know there was a big triathlon scene there). He had a pro license but USAT wouldn’t recognise it, hence he raced in the Elite Division the week before. 
Saturday was my longest ever run (excluding certain off-road running events) hitting 2hrs and 25K’s. Made the mistake of not loading up the iPod before I went out, and had inadvertently Sync’d my ‘Chillout’ Playlist to the iPod Shuffle. Gotye and the like are not the best running songs, especially for two hours!
Other
Went out on Tuesday night with Nick and Scott. To anyone who visits Boulder (more so if you are a single male) Pasta Jays is a must, the food was good but the….um….view was even better. Not only is Boulder rated the fittest city in America, I was told by a guy at my local Cafe that it was rated the ‘Most Attractive City in America’ 7 years in a row. Couldn’t agree more! The owner of Pasta Jays gives the impression of being quite the perve. Only one of the 15 or so staff were male, all of these females were stunning! Scott was the big winner of the night picking up our waitresses number….seal the deal mate ;)
On arrival back from any overseas trip, almost within the same breath of saying ‘welcome home’ comes ‘what did you get me.’ Overseas trips come at their price, and that is good presents. To say I’ve been suffering mild anxiety trying to find something in Pearl St is an understatement. My mum is completely incapable of feigning any gratitude for presents she dislikes. Attempts at ‘fun’ presents in the past have brought about rather disastrous results. One such occasion, buying a book called “What Does it Feel Like” (where the book interviews people who have been: Shot, died and come back to life, been in a car crash, had their parachute fail to open, been in an Orgy etc describe what it feels like), it was met with a tirade of abuse for a hapless 14yo me. To say that future trips to Boulder rest on the outcome of my family presents would be an understatement. 
All in all another awesome week in Boulder, 7 more days here, not looking forward to the return trip, all four flights!
Washing on the cheap

Boulder Week 2

Another week in Boulder and with it some routine. No longer am I getting lost and taking 1hr to cycle the 10ks to the pool, no longer am I going to the shoddy place with the crappy coffee, no longer am I struggling to grasp that in the US people drive the cars on the right hand side of the road.
Again I have completely and utterly failed to take significant photos, sorry for those who need big font and lots of pictures.
Swimming has been as usual intense, any attempts at even a humble tumble-turn have me hypoxic, although that feeling started to subside near the end of the week, about time! I am getting used to swimming in a 25m pool, I’ll admit I have been spoilt at CISAC, MSAC and Kardinia Aquatic Centre (understand that those acronyms probably mean nothing to most of the readers). Yet I am still struggling in the 23yd (seriously, are we stuck in the 19th century, why do we still need yards!!) pool. The walls of the pool are banked, meaning I’m still battling to time my turns correctly. There is nothing worse than going for a tumble turn, stretching your feet out, and meeting only water! Still another solid eight sessions in the pool.

Standard Boulder, two pro-tour level bikes casually left outside the building. I prefer my Tarmac (the pink one) over the R5 (does a good job of hiding its value with that crappy paint scheme) any day.
As I’ve said before it takes a lot for me to really enjoy riding. Boulder has converted me! My schedule had me completing an “undulating” 2.40hr ride on Wednesday. I may have been a little liberal with that definition!
Riding with Nick Baldwin (see his blog here) I knew I was in for some pain, and I wasn’t disappointed! Having a 4:49hr IM Bike Split (180km) to your name means that you are in some pretty elite company. Our ride was without a doubt the most enjoyable and satisfying of my life.
The climb is 25ks and averages 4%, with the last 2.5ks averaging 8.8%, lungbusting stuff, especially at nearly 3000m meters. Highlights of the climb were:
  • Seeing a bear skamper across the road infront of us.
  • Asking 30mins into the climb how long was left, Nick’s response of 20mins was well recieved. 20 minutes past, and another 20 and then another 20! I must admit theat there was some (i.e. a lot) of abuse hurled in his direction at regular intervals (between gasps for air).
  • Asking Nick what his HR was, his response of 140BPM was greeted with more abuse (mine was in the 160s). 
  • At the top being reminded not to smoke any pot by the lady at the cafe (liberal use of the word). Didn’t know I gave off that impression.
  • Nick walking right over 3-time Ironman World Champion Craig Alexander and not noticing.
  • The descent!! Gradual slope, open turns, no braking!
  • Me complaining how it seems that no one in the US works, completely forgetting it was July 4th! (kind of a big deal!)
At Ward. Nick and I got a photo taken at the top, except the person taking it forgot to press the actual “take picture” button. This is all I have to show for our ride.
In terms of run mileage things are on the up. Getting back into respectable territory for an ITU wannabe. I really enjoy double-run days, not sure why. But give me two short runs over one long run any day of the week. The usual run schedule was a day bookended by a pre-breakfast and pre-dinner run.
The standard morning 30-45min run trail
My local Coffee shop now doesn’t even bother to ask if I want my coffee ‘tepid’ (i.e. not the temperature of Lava). The Mediterranean Breggo, the morning Granola (the one on the left) and the banana and walnut bread have become staples (depending on the meal).

Boulder Peak Triathlon Race Report

Will post racepics when they go online-probably in 48hrs
If I’m seriously going to commit to a blog that entails that I can’t ignore the bad and only write about the good. Today was bad in all senses of the word, hardly unexpected (refer to previous post) but still it hurts!
Today’s race was an Olympic Distance race in the 5150 Triathlon Series. I was racing in the first wave, which was comprised of the “Elite Amateur” Division, it required qualification through achieving certain times in other Olympic races.
The skinny is that I DNF’d 2k’s into the run. 
The 5am ride to the race-site confirmed my suspicions, I had nothing. My training over the last two weeks has been very tough! Many double-run days, swimming seven times a week, hilly bike rides and the 1hr (round-trip) commute to the pool has meant I have notched up my two hardest training weeks ever.
Transition area was a very (for the want of a better word) American affair. The usual order of business is to eye of competitors, only commenting if you want to:
  • find out how good they are
  • Give them a snide remark (i.e. ‘that’s a very expensive bike, hope the legs do it justice)
  • Play yourself up or down (i.e. “I ran 21k’s yesterday”, which is what I actually said today).
This transition area felt more like a speed-dating night. Everyone was so friendly! My transition neighbour Chris didn’t draw breath, it did wonders to calm me down. 
I had no idea how big this race really was, it turns out it forms part of the ‘national series.’ Mooloolaba back in Australia would be its direct comparison. 
Swim
Photo courtesy of Nick Baldwin
The start involved walking over a mat and then swimming out towards the pier. Prior to that the US national anthem was played. 1000+ people suddenly feel silent and placed their hands on their hearts…..only in America. Amongst other things it served as a huge pre-race g’up! 
I embraced my usual pre-race f**k-witness (I get very cranky/tired/stressed pre race) and barged my way right up to the front. To my shock everyone was being well behaved and actually staying behind the buoy. I remember at Shepparton 70.3 last year we were a good 20meters infront of the buoy when they started the gun. 
The first 100m I put my head down and just went for it, the next 100m I concentrated on keeping a high cadence and maintaining my solid position. At the 300m mark to my slight horror I was on the feet of the leading three swimmers (very briefly). That when things started to turn sour. I have struggled (to put it mildly) in the water ever since I’ve been here. The race was at 1600m, hence getting air in the lungs has been an issue. 
Regardless of swim ability I have never felt uncomfortable in the water (excluding the time when I was bitten in the face twice in 30s by a jellyfish), at the 800m mark it was only pride that stopped me pulling out. I went into deep hypoxic (lack of oxygen) territory, feeling dizzy, breathless and disorientated. Although I went out a bit fast, this pain was more than just that. I was so hypoxic I became completely disorientated.
It turned out I was 15m inside the guiding buoys (which we weren’t allowed to go inside). After 30/45s of a mixture of breastroke and backstroke (yes I was in that much trouble) I got my act together and swam back into shore. I was feeling terrible, each time I tried to engage my kick I went back into hypoxic territory and had to quite literally stop, I really struggled swimming in a straight line, managing to swim in every direction except the right one. I’ve never felt that bad in the water, frankly it was a little scary. I came out of the water in high 21mins (rather awkwardly a PB, top 5 out of water were in the low 19 region with one guy at 18:50), feeling terrible and frankly embarrassed with my performance.
Bike
 
This bike course is LEGIT!! This course has an elevation gain of 465meters, almost all within the first 15k’s of the bike leg. The so-called hilly bike courses of Australia have nothing on this. It is the first time I’ve ever gone into my small chain-ring in a race.
T1 to 12k’s on the bike took me 28mins, at an average speed of 24.65km/h!! It saw an elevation gain of 337meters. There is a 5minute climb near the end of this section on Old Stage Road which averaged 8% (with pitches hitting 16%) and had my average speed at 13.82km/h (serious wobbling around the road stuff). It was absolutely brutal, and the scary thing was this was the section I made up the most ground on my fellow “Elites,” I really don’t know how many of the MOP/BOP’ers got up it, I was in the 39/28 for much of that hill. The rest of the course descends into a flat final 10ks. One positive of this whole debacle was that my last 10k’s which were virtually flat (64m elevation gain, still more than the 40ks of state champs along Beach Road) saw me average 37km/h, considering I was destroyed and on a road bike that was one semi-positive to take away from this.
I have ridden two 1:01’s and a 59m on OD courses so I am no slouch, today’s 1:11 (albeit course was 2ks long) was hard to take. I was still feeling terrible, however being a one lap affair, once I’d committed to hopping on the bike, I had no choice but to finish it.
Regardless of certain equipment shortfalls (i.e. no TT bike, just a roadie) it was a slow time. The winner of our Age-Group and 8th place overall (amongst the top pros) went 1:02 (fastest time was 57:XX), the second place finisher went 1:04. So I was well and truly demolished.
Coming out of T1. I want to make it abundantly clear that this is NOT a smile. HAHA
Photos never do hills justice. Climbing up Old Stage Road, with 10%+ gradients
Run
I ran hard out of T2 trying to A. Salvage some pride, B. Find some running form, C. Get away from the crowds ASAP.
You can tell pretty much straight away if you’ve got any form, I knew right-away that I couldn’t salvage anything. My first K was in the 4min+ range, the second was the same. I was feeling dizzy and despondent and realised there would be nothing to be gained from continuing. I hate pulling out!! In 30+ tri’s I’ve only DNF’d one other race. I asked myself why should I continue, and beyond pride I couldn’t think of anything, that solidified my decision.
I am in Boulder to primarily train, explaining why I didn’t taper at all (long run and 5k swim the day before). If I was to continue the recovery time would exponentially increase, harming my training for the remaining two weeks. Pulling out at the start of the run means I can hit training tomorrow without risking illness/injury. 
Post-Race
Of course failure makes you evaluate all aspects of what you’ve been doing. I have got a great team of people around me (coach, training partners, swim squad, family etc) and while I’ve been dedicated, I can’t look at myself in the mirror and say that I’ve been the best possible athlete I can be. I’ve been a bit lazy of late with my recovery practices (when with this level of volume I should be giving them special attention) and my diet has been poor. Frankly this is the kick up the pants I need before worlds in 104 days.
Post-race (and after about an hour of some private sulking) I had an enjoyable time with Nick and fellow Aussie Scott watching other people finish. People-watching at triathlons is always good fun, one man was turned around for only wearing speedo’s on the run. Another carried a 500ml bottle in each hand! I even met a family from Canberra! 
Most importantly I am still loving what I’m doing!! I think that can be easily forgotten amongst the desire to be first across the line. This sport rewards consistent training over the long-term, the only way to maintain longevity in the sport is to enjoy it. I’ve learnt that the hard way in Cricket. 
Looking forward to nailing my last 13 days here in Boulder before I depart!!