Wisconsin Badger Basketball and Ironman

My coach sends me a lot of triathlon articles, but this one may be my favorite.  I’m a huge Wisconsin basketball fan and didn’t realize it while shooting video at the race in Madison, but former player Zach Bohannon was on his way to becoming an Ironman.

Reading made me a little emotional because the way he told the story reinforced why I love Badger basketball.  He downplayed his efforts and gave credit to the team.  I only wish I would have stuck around to see the celebration.

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The Basketball team celebrates Zach’s Finish at the Ironman Wisconsin.

In this article by Mike Lucas, Zach says his reason for doing Ironman was “To say I did it,” but I think it’s more likely because, that’s how he does life.

For most of my childhood and early adult years (even though the teams were pretty bad in the 70’s and 80’s) Badger basketball was my favorite sport.  After listening to games on the radio, I’d put on a heavy coat, shovel snow, then take jumpers on an ice-covered driveway while imagining leading Wisconsin to the national championship.  It wasn’t easy to make shots with thick Winter gloves, but I never blamed the conditions.

Earlier this year, I was in the crowd as Zach and Company lost that Final Four heartbreaker in Dallas, but was incredibly proud to be a Badger fan.  They were largely a group of unheralded players that worked hard, believed in themselves, and had contagious chemistry.

“We weren’t just a team last season; we are friends for life wanting each other to all do well in whatever we pursue,” says Bohannon.

I really believe there’s nothing more important than being around people that support and inspire you.  Ironman can weed them out in a hurry.    

Like decade-long runs at the Final Four, Ironman can be an incredibly isolating and lonely journey.  You battle pain, self-doubt, and have a lot of time to reflect.  At Ironman Wisconsin last year I described the end of that road like this:

“If there was any doubt about why I would do such a crazy thing, it was answered when I saw my family and friends in the Finisher’s chute.  I was on the course by myself that last hour, but was not alone.  I kept running because they were waiting.  Waiting on their son, waiting on their friend.  And there’s nothing more powerful than someone excitedly waiting for you to come home.”

This is how Zach recalled it, “As great as finishing was, seeing the support of all of these people was even better,” he said referring to his family, friends and teammates.  

I’m drawn the the Ironman culture because it’s filled with “normal” people who won’t accept limits.  This holds true for both the athletes, and those who support our quest.  It’s embracing possibility and making the most out of our lives.

There’s a commercial on the Big 10 Network where Zach makes a bold acknowledgment that his goal is to someday be President of the United States.  Ironman is surely a step in the right direction, and I have no reason to doubt he will make his dream reality.

Maybe you can spot Zach in this video I made of the Wisconsin Swim Start.  [follow_me]

 

 

 

 

 

Are Pro Triathletes Missing the Boat?

EDIT: Here is another perspective on why pro triathletes may not be getting as much publicity as they should or could.  I know this is all about money, but if WTC is purposely keeping pro athletes from gaining popularity, that’s pretty sad.  

I think one of the coolest things about triathlon is racing with the pros.  Age groupers are fascinated by the ungodly splits, mysterious lifestyles, and mythical training schedules.  All of which is why I think a lot of pros are missing a huge opportunity.

Age Groupers are rabid fans who can’t get enough of their sport, but I’m pretty sure most “Ironmen” can’t name more than one or two pros in their race.  I write and think about triathlon every day, and the Pro Roster at Wisconsin was totally off my radar.

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Konstantin Bachor, after setting a new Wisconsin bike course record

I’d imagine it has to feel like a traveling circus for many pro triathletes.  Showing up in random towns with other endurance freaks so the age groupers can gawk at their oddities.  But, just like carnivals, triathlons have a built in, and captive customer base.

Occasionally I will strike a conversation with a pro at a race and they have always been really cool, but I am typically unimpressed by the way most handle their online presence.  Some are accessible, but most of the time it feels like the conversations are “inside baseball.”

I went to Wisconsin to “cover” Ironman simply because I love the sport and culture.  I was shocked by how many people recognized me and said they read Crushing Iron.  Open communication resonates, and I certainly connected with a bunch of new friends and readers.

I have written over 500 posts about triathlon and while I’m certain much of it is BS, I rarely hear or get responses from pros.  I don’t mean praise or positive reinforcement, but a quick barb, thank you, disagreement, or whatever.

Last night, out of the blue, I did get a “thank you” on Twitter from Pedro Gomes for posting a picture of him at Ironman Wisconsin.  I didn’t even tag his name under the photo because I wasn’t sure who he was.  But now I know.

Not only did he thank me, he followed, responded again, then sent his email so I could link him some video I shot at the race.

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Pedro Gomes, 3rd Place at Ironman Wisconsin 2014

It’s not a huge deal, but I thought it was cool, so I checked out his website, and Race Report (which included a photo credit for me).  You can rest assured my friends will now be getting a taste of Pedro Gomes 1st place predictions.

A little Twitter love goes a long ways.  I’ve heard from Jodie Swallow, Mirinda Cafrae, Ben Hoffman, and . . . well, that’s about it, but I definitely remember and talk about them.

I just think with all this talk about cutting pros out of races, etc, it would be in their best interests to build followings and marketable brands for coaching, merchandise, or general leverage with sponsors.  I would certainly order a “Gomes Racing” or “I Follow The Swallow” t-shirt.

I really enjoy having pros at races and think it’s important for the integrity of the sport.  But with the growing popularity of Ironman among the carnival goers, it makes you wonder if the pro circuit is losing some of its allure with race directors.

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This is a Pain in the Calves

A few days ago I was relishing in glory of my newly found calf pain after running in my old shoes.  I rallied on and on about how excited I was to have triggered my fast twitch muscles for the first time in years.  It was glorious!

Well, the masochist in me is rejoicing louder than before because my calves feel like I have two squirrels nesting in my flesh.  I haven’t been this sore since my first day of Pop Warner football practice.  It reminds me of a cramp I got jumping out of the pool after 4,000 meters one night.  I’m nearly immobile!

The Zen Master inside of me is whispering, “A life without pain is a life un-lived” while the practical priest is imploring me to get my dumb ass on a massage table.  The life of direct apprehension is never a picnic.

But we press on because difficult decisions seem to be the backbone of life.  If Ironman was easy, everyone would do it.  Come to think of it, if life were easy, everyone would do it.

Open Water Swim Sighting

Ironman New Orleans 70.3 has a “Z” pattern swim course and before we started a local coach gave me this advice:  Swim toward the levy, swim toward the boathouse, then swim back toward the levy.  It “sounded” good on the surface, but I kept asking “to which part of the levy?” and “to which part of the boathouse?”  To which he responded, “Just swim to the levy and the boathouse.”

This was ringing in my ears yesterday for our first Open Water Swim practice but obviously not loud enough.  Our lake-sky started with a dark tint before parting to a beautiful sunrise and it was symbolic of the lesson I needed to remember.

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We swam a bit to warm up in the cool water, which was nearly the orgasmic temperature for a wetsuit.  Then we lined up to analyzed each others strokes.  It was an enlightening process.

Coach imitated my form and my first thought was he looked tense, which I believe is the biggest reason people struggle with swimming.  My stroke was right-hand-dominant and I had a tendency to come too far out of the water when sighting (which I was also probably doing too often).  Having a “high head” isn’t necessarily bad, but mine was lifting to ridiculous levels and I quickly figured out why . . . obsession with sighting the buoy.

That’s when I remembered my swim in New Orleans (which was pretty good by my standards).  I DID just swim toward the levy and the boathouse.  It was a “general sighting” that “guided me” in the right direction.  I didn’t pick a certain place or a buoy at all.  I just went in the right direction and trusted the flow of the world around me.

I don’t wear contacts when I practice swim, so my vision is definitely hampered.  This makes sighting more stressful, and is a likely explanation for why I “spaz” and lift my head so far out of the water.  I always want to swim at ONE OBJECT when I should be swimming at a GROUP OF OBJECTS.

When you’re doing IRONMAN distance races, you are so damn far away from your target that you just need a general area to attack for the first part of your leg.  It’s better to swim straight than continually over-correct.  Then as you get closer, and can actually see that one object without effort, zone in more specifically.

It takes a lot of faith to swim toward a a group of trees, but it works.  The more I practiced the more I relaxed and kept my head down in the water.  I was sighting with alligator eyes, rather than a Tarzan torso.

You don’t need to SEE your target, you just need a glimpse.  A reminder.  A general guide.  And that’s sort of like doing little things in life that lead you in the right direction as opposed to “expecting” a specific outcome.  Trust the process.

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Post script:  This lesson also applies to my swim at Wisconsin.  I was largely disappointed in my sighting and it had a lot to do with my inability to get a grip on the buoys, of which there were many.

I found myself self-correcting every time I saw one which probably led to a bunch of zig-zagging rather than a general straight line.  This is bad for distance and energy.

I remember thinking I needed to aim at a bridge on the first leg, which would have set me right at the first turn buoy.  But I couldn’t always see that bridge and in retrospect think it would have been much more efficient to just go “toward” the bridge with an eye on the shoreline.

The second leg was short and really more about untangling the mass of humanity than sighting, but once I got to the third leg (around 1,700 yards) I should have just trusted the flow of the swimmers instead of trying to sight a specific smoke stack in the distance.  I was disorienting myself by trying to stay close to the buoy line and it caused a lot of confusion.  Honestly, sometimes I feel like I was taking a 45 degree angle toward the buoy just to stay on course.  But, I was ALREADY on course (even though I may have been 20 yards off course . . . if that makes any sense?

The short of it is, I think I thought about sighting way too much instead of just swimming.  That’s easy to say now because it was very choppy and I was afraid to end up in no-man’s land.  But the truth is, I should have relaxed and swam in the general direction of the that 3rd turn buoy and thought about it more when I was in range.

These are the little things that are so huge in triathlon and why I ultimately love the sport.  I wouldn’t say I had a “bad” swim at Wisconsin (1:20) but I could have saved some energy and a few minutes if I had just relaxed a little bit more and trusted the flow.

 

 

Caffeine and Training Follow Up

As usual, I went overboard.  I made a fairly drastic change to my diet starting on Tuesday and decided I would try to stop drinking caffeine for a while as well.  The latter lasted about one day.

The brain is a complicated place and I dove in over my head.  When you drink a lot of coffee, then stop, it’s the equivalent of some mean-ass-man stopping by your house and telling you, “The fun is over punk, no more being happy.”

Man, the feeling you get when you stop drinking coffee is f-ng ridiculous.  You can’t have a clean thought if your life depended on it . . . and oddly you feel like your life DOES depend on it because you are genuinely concerned you may die.

Well, maybe it’s not that bad, but it is certainly not a the plan to follow if you enjoy being in a good mood.

So, after about 30 hours of that nonsense, I caved and had a coffee.  Today I’ve had a couple and feel like I’m ready to conquer the world again.  But don’t think I don’t understand how jacked up that is.

I do not want my happiness tied to any chemical, period.  I don’t take prescription drugs and pretty much refuse to go to the doctor.  But, like most things in life, you need to be reminded about fifty times before something like this sinks into your thick skull.

So, here’s what I’m committed to from this point forward: moderation.

My natural tendency is to chase the highest of highs.  5k, sure.  Half marathon, I’m in.  Ironman?  F-yeah!

My dietary change is hard enough, and even with that I have to be careful.  Going from eating crap half the time to an overload of green vegetables has caused a few problems in its own right.  I ate a full Pizza on Sunday, then decided to be gluten free on Tuesday.  That shit doesn’t happen without pain.  So, from here on, I’m easing into everything I do, including Ironman.

I haven’t yet signed up for Louisville and really don’t know if I will.  It’s about 50/50 right now because there are a lot of things going on that feel out of my control.  With all this broccoli falling from my steamer, I can’t justify putting another burden like 140.6 on my plate.

But, if you’re a betting person, you might be wise to put your money on my masochistic tendencies.

A Very Humbling Day

Have you ever had someone try to warn you, but you didn’t want to listen?  You didn’t want to believe it?  Even though you know it’s true, you just can’t accept it as fact. 

I’ve had a training buddy telling me to be careful for a couple weeks now and it was not something I wanted to hear.  But he was adamant and I kept hearing his voice in my head . . . over and over.  Today, I decided to address my neglect head on and it lasted all of 17 minutes. 

17 minutes! 

Just over four months ago I swam two and a half miles in an hour and twenty minutes.  The waves were brutal, and I was in the middle of a 2,800 person mosh pit.  Today, I swam in my own lane, with no obstructions or current and made it 17 minutes. 

My buddy was right.  He kept imploring me not to skimp out on swim practice.  “You lose it quick, man.” 

Yeah, but this quick?

I also did a 1/2 triathlon, 1.2 mile swim in mid-October, and while it just about killed me, I finished the race and felt like I could swim a bit more . . . but seventeen minutes?

I’m pretty sure a lot of it has to do with my diet and hopefully “temporary” fascination with coffee.  I can honestly feel weaker when I drink too much coffee and I have certainly been doing that lately.  Sleep has been a little off, too.  Hopefully some of this will sort itself out soon. 

So, tomorrow I will come back for more.  This is literally one day at a time for me now.  I have to keep dragging myself back to the pool to get familiar with the feelings.  The goggles, the initial splash in the water, and that freak show that can be the YMCA locker room.  Image

Until then, I will stay in the moment with no goal other than to get it going again.  Things will fall into place, but you gotta keep showing up . . . and listening to your training buddies when your heart tells you they’re right. 

New Years Resolutions Start Now

New Year’s Day sounds logical for a new beginning, but that’s always seemed like a cop out.  I mean, what’s the wait?  Today is here, why not today?

It’s easy for me to say.

The truth is, many of us spend our lives talking about “when” we’re gonna change or start a new project, eat better, etc.  Then it becomes tomorrow, next week or never.  I’ve been a little sick the last few days and as I start feeling better it reminds me that it’s time to begin again.

I’m doing Ironman Louisville in August and this is probably the worst shape I’ve been in all year.  I haven’t run in December and plan to run a 1/2 marathon on trails in February.  Sooner sounds better than later for getting my shit together.  But it goes so much deeper.

One of my biggest fears about doing Ironman was the post-script.  What would I do after climbing the mountain?  The logical thing to do is look around for a while.  And that’s what I did.

The high of reaching such a pinnacle is undeniable.  I floated on a cloud for weeks.  I even did a 1/2 triathlon six weeks later without training a lick.  I was “An Ironman” nothing could stop me.

But as Winter approached that magical day in Madison faded into the cold.  I struggled with motivation and nagging injuries.  I neglected workouts with the same logic people use to cheat on their diets.  But deep down I have been afraid.  Afraid of losing what I built.

When you scale the mountain, you have to come down.  It can be a dangerous and rocky descent, but you don’t have a choice.  The bottom is the trickiest part because you can go anywhere you want, and usually that’s what we do.  But that mountain doesn’t move and those who are driven eventually turn around and scale it again.  Not because it is there, because that’s what we do.

I’ve been swimming a little and doing leg exercises, so I’m nowhere near square one, but to hit my goals for next year the race starts now.  Not tomorrow, next week or January 1st, but today. NEWYEARSDAY3

A big part of that for me is keeping my head straight with writing.  Not writing because I want other people to be interested, but writing so I understand this process.  I really believe this blog was at least 25% of the reason I did so well at Wisconsin.  Sorting through my thoughts was cathartic for my training.  It helped me step back and ask what was working and where I was missing out.  It helped me visualize the race on paper and, for me, that’s the best way to learn.

This will be my second post of the day and I can already feel the crust is falling off my bad attitude.  It’s 11:36 on December 23rd and I have the distinct feeling that New Years Day is already here.

My Clandestine Affair With Ironman

“The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.” — Leo Tolstoy

I grew up in little Midwestern town called Beloit, Wisconsin with a tenacious group of friends. We played until the sun went down, and often thrived under the moon.  Endurance junkies that didn’t know shit about hydration or nutrition — we just played until we dropped.

My knees throbbed, my ankles ached, and my hands . . . wrinkled like prunes.  I was too young to understand, but somewhere deep inside all of this toil, was a hidden love for Ironman.mike capitol

When I went to college, it was more of the same, but I quickly added drinking to my list of endurance routines.  An Irish Boy with a training base built over hundreds of years and I did my best to uphold tradition.

Competitive softball replaced college and took me all over the Midwest on a fancy tour bus.  Sometimes we played 6 or 7 games a day, all for the right to carry home a trophy nobody else cared about.

After softball, I went back to endurance drinking because it was easy.  The first step is always “take action” and for some reason pouring a drink is infinitely easier than tying a pair of running shoes or filling two water bottles.

Alcohol is patient and it prevailed for the next 15 years, but the “easy way” certainly wasn’t making life easy.  I wish I would have realized all of this waste, but time was the only thing that could heal my wounds.

Somehow I found the strength to change priorities.  My decline was imperceptible to the naked eye, but I was falling apart.  Not much was making sense and the deeper I went, the more confusing it became.  It all started to change when I discovered and accepted running.

And run I did.

For the next eight months, I found a new muse.  “One more beer” started morphing into “one more lap” and that simple substitution may have saved my life.

Eventually it rekindled my fascination with the Ironman I first saw as a child.  Who were those crazy bastards doing insane amounts of endurance from sunrise till sunset?  Their behavior was so unusual that it never occurred to me I could be one.  But I didn’t have a choice.

I signed up for Wisconsin on a whim.  It was my home state, and in some ways I looked at it as another chance to go back and showcase for the locals.  I’d left a mark in baseball, now I would leave one in triathlon.

The day after I signed up, I started writing about the quest.  Years of endurance drinking buried emotions and now they flowed like an all night keg stand.

Ironman branded my brain and I searched my soul for its meaning.  The frightening swim, the daunting bike, and the run I never really believed I could do, ever . . . let alone at the end.

The blog became a daily dose of convincing myself I could be an Ironman.  I served my thoughts on a platter for the world to chew and spit out.  I praised the race for setting a new bar, a new standard for a new person.

I shredded my body in a masochistic experiment just to prove I belonged.  Long, torturous swims, rides and runs that left me exhausted, yet inspired to grab that elusive feeling I couldn’t quite explain.

I’d raced Ironman Wisconsin countless times before I jumped into Lake Monona.  I’d finished the race in my mind, I just needed to deliver the proof.

The 11:58:58 next to my name in the Ironman annals proves we are officially “an item,” but the honeymoon is over.  Now, I must seduce her again.

The first thing I noticed after the race was a feeling of  extreme relief.  But that is what Steven Pressfield (The War of Art) would call “Resistance” tricking me into believing the job is finished.  A persistent voice in my head telling me, “You have nothing to prove, now go back to your comfortable ways of drinking late into the night, sleeping in, and making excuses.”

That is a battle I will likely fight to my grave.  That temptation to take the easy route.  The temptation to put it off to tomorrow.  The temptation to squash the pain with a drink, a nap, or an eating binge.

Life is never easy, but I have other plans.  I have seen how discipline, focus, and hard work can take me to a new place.  Now it’s about finding the time and patience to court Ironman again in 2014.  I look forward to the challenge, I just wish she wasn’t such a bitch.

How You Can Swim Safer and Faster In Triathlons

Here is a great article written on open water swim safety by my coach, Robbie Bruce.  Even though I posted this after my analysis, Robbie’s perspective is the precursor for a lot of my opinions on swimming smart, safe, and fast.  He looks at what’s right and what’s wrong with Ironman swims and gives a ton of solid information, including 8 things you can do now to be a better and more confident open water swimmer.

Triathlon Deaths – By Robbie Bruce

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Over the past few weeks a lot has been written about in regards to the amount of deaths in triathlon especially in the swim portion. A lot of blame has been cast, towards pretty much everyone, and plenty of solutions have been suggested. The fact is, the blame falls upon us all. This problem will likely never see a 100% turn-around with zero deaths but there are plenty of ways we can improve while still keeping the sport tough.  Here is USAT fatality study discussed:

http://www.usatriathlon.org/news/articles/2012/10/102512-medical-panel-report.aspx

Dangerous conditions and temps- 

FINA (International Governing Body) came under some scrutiny in 2010 when American’s best open water swimmer Fran Crippen, 26 died during the 10k Marathon Swimming World Cup in the UAE.  It was reported the water temp was a balmy 87 degrees with the air temp hovering around 100.  Was he equipped to swim and race the distance?  More than anyone.  But, were the conditions unsafe?  FINA has since set minimum and maximum water temp regulations but others have not followed suit.

From the OTD article:

“There is a growing consensus that a warm-up or pre-race water acclimation area can help relieve athlete anxiety, but races are not required to provide one.  USA Swimming and FINA, that sport’s international governing body, have set minimum and maximum water temperature regulations for open-water races, but USA Triathlon officials have not.”  (There are rules about when wetsuits can be worn.)

Veteran Southern California open-water and triathlon coach Gerry Rodrigues is sharply critical about the absence of water temperature “collars,” and maintains that the sport must protect amateurs in that area.”

“Generally, most triathletes are under-prepared for their triathlon open water swim segment,” he wrote in an email interview with “Outside the Lines.” “Introduce the extreme element of super cold water, coupled with their anxiety from a crowded field race environment, lack of prep, fast race start without warm-up, a tight wetsuit and a predisposed health condition, the formula is now there for increased problems.”

I absolutely agree that both USA Triathlon and WTC should implement a water temperature “collar.”  That was my concern for athletes doing Ironman Tahoe.  Some water conditions are often deemed too rough and many races have cancelled the swim portion of their event.  Don’t get me wrong.  I will swim in anything.  I am lucky enough to have a background in open water swimming and I prefer it rough in the water.  It benefits me from a competitive standpoint but I also understand the risk to the triathlete.

The swim portion of the New Orleans 70.3 race I signed up for in 2012 had its swim cancelled.  I was personally bummed but as I ran past the lake on the pre-bike run leg I saw the conditions and thought to myself, “Man. That is some very rough water.  I would swim it and have a rough time but I can totally see why they cancelled it today.”  I hated it but it made sense.  From an Race Director’s perspective, if you have it and then have all of your kayaks assisting swimmer who can’t finish what happens if someone does have an emergency?  Who is there to help?  The RD is the least favorite person when a race is cut short, but that is the part of their job.

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Athlete Preparation- 

Gerry is one of the most well regarded experts and coaches when it comes to open water.  He has his team based in San Diego, CA called Tower 26  http://tower26.com.  Click on the link and the first words you see in big/bold letters “BE RACE READY.”

That is where I believe triathletes set themselves up for, not only lost time in the swim , but potentially lost years off the rest of their life.  As often as triathletes are lauded for their dedication and attention to every detail, they are also incredibly lazy when it comes to certain areas.  We look for any way to buy “free’ speed.  We will spend hundreds or even thousands of dollars on items just to help us “go faster.”  The only item you can purchase that covers both safety and speed are those funny looking aero helmets.  They cost around 2-300 dollars and we will maybe wear them 4-6x per year.

When it comes to swimming, triathletes have been told for year and years, “The swim doesn’t really matter.  Don’t waste your time trying to get much faster.  Just try and get through it.”  Not only from a training perspective but a preparation perspective these types of attitudes have always rubbed me the wrong way.  One of the most alarming quotes from the OTL piece to me is this one:

“A week before the race, they did a test open water swim not far from the triathlon course.  They talked with their teammates and coach about how to stay calm if they got bumped or felt panicky in the water.”

In no way am I saying this increased a possibility of death but it did not help.  The fact though is that this is much too common among triathletes.  “Race is coming up!  Let’s go try on a wetsuit and swim an easy 20mins in the lake.  That should do it.”  It is a lot like people walking into a nutrition store 2 weeks before Spring Break, purchasing a “weight loss” pill and expecting it to help the way they look at the beach.  I hate to break it to you.  It does not work.

If your race has hills on the bike.  You train for hills.  If it is going to be hot.  You train in the heat. If the race is open water and could be rough you . . . train in the pool.  Wrong.

But, that is the widely practiced and expected method of training and it should not be.  This responsibility falls on the athlete and the coach.  You can’t mentally prepare for the swim start of a triathlon.  You must live it and practice it and then . . . you learn to love it.  It is less about starting the race faster than your counterparts and more of what it does for your overall comfort in the water.  You see more fear on the faces and in the eyes of triathletes as they walk to the swim.  It is not the length of the 140.6 miles it is the 2.4 miles that await them in the water.  Bottom line- quit over-looking the swim.

Race Directors-

I have never directed a race nor do I have the desire.  Being an RD is a lot like being a long-snapper.  No one knows your name until something bad happens.  During the OTL show the subject of under-trained and prepared volunteers was brought up.  This is a dicey area where there is no real answer or solution.  Would it be ideal if every single volunteer in the water was open water rescue certified?  Yep.  Is that practical? Absolutely not.

I think most of you would agree, every time I walk into the YMCA to swim in the pool I look around and think, “If something does happen to me. I am pretty much screwed.”  So even requiring a pool certification for in water volunteers would likely be a mute point from a safety/preventative point.  In fact, a few weeks ago during a race I was actually leading in the swim and had my own personal kayak following me.  I thought “man this is nice but if do have an emergency what is that person going to do to save me?  There is no boat around.  Good luck getting me in the kayak and to shore.”

There were not enough volunteers or boat safety.  Last weekend I stood on the shore at the Goose Pond Triathlon watching some of my athletes swim the 2 loop 1.2 mile swim.  It was well supported with 15-20 kayaks and 4 support safety boats.  EMS was also parked by the swim exit.  That race had maybe 200 participants.  Did it seem safer?  Yep.  Could it have prevented a swim death?  We will never know.  What is the solution? No idea.

I do believe courses should be available to in water volunteers the day before or even 2 days.  They are not handing out water and sponges.  They should have to meet a criteria I believe.  They have a bit more responsibility to put it lightly.

Governing Bodies-

As I stated before I believe a temperature “collar” should be implemented but it doesn’t need to stop there.  World Triathlon Corporation has the “SwimSmart”  initiative  that includes a minimum of 52 degrees and a maximum of 88.  I think the 52 is a bit low, and let’s be honest, they will drop that thermometer 50 times in order to find a 53 so they won’t cancel the swim.

Cancelled swim means lost revenue.

I think access to a pre-race warm up should be available at EVERY event.  Especially when the temps are cooler.  Stretch cords aren’t going to do it folks and don’t prevent anything.  Make it happen.  As great and safe as the new “rolling start” sounds there is no correlation to increased deaths because of mass starts.

I actually think the mass start, second only to the time trial start is the safest.  You have 1-3 rows in the front going out hard.  Most of these are experienced open water swimmers.  As the rows go back you have the slower, less experienced swimmers. With multiple “waves” now you have actually increased the number of front row swimmers likely to go out fast or hard.  It might reduce the “bumping” and “chaos” but I doubt the anxiety and lowering of your heart rate.  Above everything else, just add a pre-race warm up.

What can you do? 

–  Prepare for the swim like you do the bike and run.  It’s simple.

–  Go in for routine check-ups with your doctor.  We may think we are invincible and our kids may think we are the comic version of Ironman so do yourself and your kids a favor and get your engine checked.

–  Bump and Grind.  Find as many ways to simulate the roughest start possible. Do that and race day will feel calm.

–  Make yourself swim hard and do it often.  Most triathletes swim the same speed…all….the….time.  Know how that feels.  You will be a better swimmer and the first 100-200 meters of the race won’t be a surprise to your aerobic system.

–  Choose venues that suit your abilities, experience and confidence.

–  Swim in the open water as much as possible.  You won’t only learn to hate the pool, you’ll increase you fitness.  Ever notice how much harder long course practices are from short course?  Go get in the open water.  Increased comfort, fitness, and ability will follow.

–  Learn to love swimming.  If you can do that you will find more ways to prepare appropriately.

–  Look at race history and the percentage of cancelled swims.  Don’t like it rough.  Don’t sign up.

Prepare to swim smart, safe and fast.

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