Solving Drafting On Ironman Bike Courses

After Ironman Texas, pictures like this started surfacing and created a fire storm of opinion. In a race that’s supposed to have no drafting, many parts of the course bunched up in pelotons. 

But what can or should be done about it?

As luck would have it, we recorded our podcast today and started by discussing some of the more popular opinions:

  • Adding multiple cameras on the course (like traffic cams) that monitor where limited Moto Marshals cannot
  • Adding more timing mats and somehow determining if riders are too close too often
  • Putting “secret” marshals on the course in the form of actual participants
  • Voting with your money by not signing up for flat and fast course races where drafting is prevalent
  • Using peer pressure to shame our friends and fellow club athletes
  • Or placing more “standing” marshals on the course

All of these have merit on some level, but we think society (and Ironman) has enough rules. That’s why we dove around in the conversation in hopes of a better solution; and we think we found one.

OUR SOLUTION TO IRONMAN DRAFTING

It centers on the concept of All World Athlete (which we kind of have fun with in some podcasts) but more importantly athletes that are truly trying to qualify for Kona.

More and more Ironman races are going to a rolling start, which has its pitfalls, but we think a simple change to logistics can keep Ironman and others happy, while changing the entire game for people who want to race (and do it legally). Think of it as the inverse of the “wetsuit” category in non-legal races.

Ironman could add one more box on registration forms that asks, “Do you want to be eligible for awards and a Kona slot?” If you check yes, you are put into a different category that starts in one, two, three or four WAVES.

These waves go first (or right after pros) and will include only those who are racing for awards. Depending on the logistics of the water, you could have one big “Awards’ Wave” (say Wisconsin) or multiple awards waves (Louisville where pros currently start in a wave). We acknowledge places like Chattanooga might be more difficult, but where there’s a will there’s a wave.

If you decide you are NOT racing for awards, you simply start wherever you want in the rolling start line. This takes the fear and anxiety of a wave or mass start out of your life and you can happily race however you want and call yourself an Ironman at the end.

But we think there are a good chunk of people who really like to RACE. By grouping them all together at the front, this starts age groups at the same time and creates a smaller portion of the course for marshals to monitor.

This solution allows “awards racers” to plot their strategy and know exactly where they stand against others in their age group. It also creates a higher tier to strive for if you don’t feel you’re ready to actually compete but like the idea of moving up the ladder (not to mention it gives some of the elite age-groupers more of a semi-pro feel to their status).

We think starting elite age group athletes at the same time will create a self-policing of sorts out on the course. If someone is directly racing another, they will not stand for a front pack peloton, where as if it’s happening in multiple places all over the course it’s hard to contain.

Give the “awards age group” different color caps or something and start them first, in waves. Get them on the way and let the rest do whatever they want.

Those who want to race others can do so. Those who just want to race themselves can do that, too.


Here is the entire podcast. #159 Drafting: How We’d Solve The Problem

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cycling Sizzle Reel from “The Lab” at Crushing Iron April Camp 2018

Here’s a little look at what it’s like to ride in what we affectionately call “The Lab” here in Nashville. These athletes are all from our April 2018 Triathlon Camp and were taking part in a “Power Hour” ride before busting out a hard 5k off the bike. Everyone brought an unbelievable attitude and effort into town and then all left stronger and more confident. For more information on Crushing Iron Triathlon Camps, please see the “Camps” tab on this sight. June currently has a waiting list but August may have an opening. We also have openings in our swim only camps.

There's Something About Biking . . .

My last post was a glowing review of swimming, but this may not be so pleasant.  I’ve spoke of it before, but biking continues to be a thorn in my a**.

We hit the Trace again today for a four hour ride, and of course I was late, so I sent the other guys rocking on their own.  They have a tendency to get impatient, but starting at 5:40 sharp is a challenge for me, especially considering it takes 30 minutes to get there!

Riding alone isn’t the problem, in fact, I kind of enjoy it that way.  I had my GoPro camera set on my handle bars and was excited to get some great video of the gorgeous landscape.  I started rolling and about one mile in, the battery went dead.  I had a big giraffe looking set up, so I decided to put it back in the trunk.

So, I’m two miles in and haven’t gone anywhere.  But, I was out of bed, it was six am and very peaceful.  Maybe I would enjoy this after all?

I stopped at the 12 mile rest area and when I came out of the bathroom, Mark and Daniel just showed up to do their insane training.  Three separate bricks of 20 mile rides followed by 3 mile runs.  I hopped on with them for the first ten miles until they turned around and I kept going.

There’s something askew with my crank or bottom bracket, so every pedal was greeted with a little “clang.”  About 27 miles away from my car I decided enough was enough and turned around.  My legs were actually a little cashed at this point, likely because I did a hill workout less than 12 hours earlier, but that was honestly my favorite part.  I love to wrench my legs.  Break them down, build them back up.

It was supposed to be a “just ride,” but I have trouble with that because I typically just want the ride to be over quicker.  I’m hoping that pays off in races.

I think I may have figured out why I’m struggling with biking.  It’s basically a leg only operation.  Swimming is full body and running lets you move the arms, but cycling is legs, legs, legs.  Sore ass, ass, ass.  All of that is probably why I like Mountain Biking so much more than road work.  You’re in and out of the saddle more, you actually have to steer and use your arms, as well.

But it’s all good.  I’ve also decided I cannot stand flat tracks, so from here until Wisconsin it’s all about the hills.  Long, grinding climbs coupled with short explosive burst training on smaller, but steeper hills.  Engage me, bike.

On a separate note, here is a short video from Muncie where Jim and I are trying to decide if Wasky will beat Coach Robbie out of the water.  You also get a glimpse of the swim course and a special clip of my electrifying finish.

Plus, some photos from the day thanks to the talented Carolyn Wasky.  Enjoy my pink swim cap.

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Good and Bad Day of Biking

It was a beautiful day at Natchez Trace.  Sunny, 60 degrees, and not too windy.

The ride started off beautifully.  A leisurely stroll through some of the most gorgeous scenery around.  Then, Racer K popped a tire and took a pretty bad spill.  Thankfully he seems to be fine, but as you’ll see his knee took a pretty bad beating.  This is a short video of the aftermath, including our ineptness when it comes to changing a flat.

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Natchez Trace on the Bike

Guide-Mississippis-Natchez-Trace-Parkway-E01PSVS9-x-largeNatchez Trace on a motorcycle is a beautiful ride, but today Jim, Racer K, and I got all “triathlon” with this mysterious road.  Beauty turns to pain when you clip your shoes and pedal into the wilderness of Natchez Trace, but I can’t think of a stronger way to start with outdoor training.

It’s usually pretty windy and crossing the bridge near Leiper’s Fork is a white knuckler.  The Parkway bridge is fifteen hundred feet long, 145 feet high and loaded with close calls.

We parked at the legendary Loveless Cafe and from there it was a straight climb for the first 3 miles or so.  Then, you descend over this damn bridge that scares the crap out of me on a normal day, not to mention when there are 30-40 m.p.h. winds and even your tough-guy-coach sends you a warning text about conditions.  LovelessCafe

The climbing on this section is relentless, and I’m not sure the map I just linked does it justice.  I found myself begging to be back on the trainer where I could imagine how tough these hills were rather than feeling my thighs burn and eyes water as we powered one ascent after another.  The plan was to ride for two hours, and about 15 miles in we hit a rest stop where I promptly fell on my hip because I forgot to unlock my shoes from the pedals.  I knew it was going to happen eventually, and now I’m hoping it’s out of the way.

The trip back was a little easier with the wind seemingly on our backs.  None-the-less, I was ready for this ride to be over.  Racer K tore off into the distance while Jim and I plowed ahead and watched our leader disappear into the horizon.  Two hours into the ride, we curled down the exit ramp and coasted through the Loveless parking lot.  Racer K was leaning suggestively against his car, already in jeans and sport coat.

It was a good ride and that gives me two 30-ish mile rides in two days.  I’m definitely feeling it in my hamstrings and think I am going to bag on today’s swim.  That is, unless this nap brings me back.