Sometimes I go into a race and my performance wildly exceeds
my expectations. Then there was my Sunday performance at the Boulder Peak
Olympic distance event in which my expectations and performance were more or less
in line with each other.
It’s been a tough year for me to train, mostly due to
injuries and the loss of momentum they create, but also due to other factors
such as a long vacation, increased time commitments at work and in all honesty,
a lower level of motivation this year.
Those are not excuses, just explanations. In any case, let’s
talk about the race.
A year ago I stayed the night before in Boulder to allow for extra sleep and adequate
time to arrive at the venue and set up. I decided that this year I would forgo
that and drive up from Parker on race morning just as I did a few weeks ago for
the first race in this series, the Boulder
Sprint. Since race-day pick-up of the packet was an option up until 6:30, I
opted in.
Unfortunately, this also meant rolling out of bed around
4:30 and being on the road by 5:00. I am not, by nature, a morning person, but
I did manage it and was on the road and arrived in Boulder right around 6:00. Unlike the last
event at this location, there were many more participants and as a result, a
bit of a traffic jam getting into the parking field. I managed to get my packet
with 10 minutes to spare, but it was still tight setting up in transition.
You see, unlike other events such as HITS (the best
transitions in the business, period) or even TriRock, SOST, or the Rattlesnake,
there are no individually designated spots on the racks. They are basically
just a very long saw-horse. This set-up counts on everyone taking only what
they need for transition which of course never works. It’s my fault for being
late. But it’s the race organizers and owners fault for not springing for a
better set of racks in their transition area. More on that in the race report.
Despite being rushed, I did manage to find a place to
squeeze in my bike and set up my (small) towel with shoes, visor, run number,
etc. My transition bag would have been in the way so I put it over along the
fence that bordered the area. I had to
leave before I could put on my wetsuit, but that’s fine. I had to do as much in
Loveland three
weeks prior.
Once suited up and more or less ready, I got a short warm-up
lap in before moving over to the start area. This race was using a wave system
to start the race. Folks put themselves in their own group based on their
estimated finish time. I went in the 27:00 – 29:00 group. Meer minutes after
the first age-group wave went out, I was on my way under the arch and soon was
swimming east.
The Swim
I knew that managing my energy levels would be important.
Swims usually don’t leave me feeling exhausted, but that does not mean that I
don’t use up some calories I might need later on. Since a PR at this year’s
event was not in scope, I kept my pace steady but not as fast as I might have a
year ago.
The wave start seemed to work. I encountered no washing
machine at the start and just a few “interactions” with my fellow swimmers as
we went along. This is a really big field and some bumping and unintentional
groping are inevitable.
It seemed to take a long time to reach the far buoy but I
think that is mostly because the majority of my swims at the Boulder Reservoir
are on a 750 meter course and I was used to that. Once making the turn and
heading for shore, things got easier. It was also easier to sight now that the
sun was behind me.
T1
It’s about 0.15 mile from the beach to the center of the
transition are so not as long as say the Lake to Lake (0.3 mile) but not as
short as the Greeley Triathlon (.03 mile). Given past experiences, I made sure
I could locate my bike among the herd and found it readily enough. It was not
my fastest or smoothest transition but there was no wasted time either.
According to the official results, I had a T1 of 2:17. I’m sure that is too
fast because in two events prior to this, I never been faster than 4:00. My
Garmin must have gotten bumped on my way in and started the bike so when I was
stopped stripping out of the wet suit, etc, the time stopped too. Best
estimate: 3:45.
The Bike
Last year I had a little struggle with the bike. I started
rolling before I had a foot clipped in and struggled to get moving. This year,
I stopped right after the mount line, clipped in my right foot and started to
pedal knowing I could clip in the left once I had some momentum. I looked up
and right in front of me was a girl who apparently decided that two feet in
front of me would be a good place to clip in herself. I did not have enough
momentum to steer around her and my first instinct was to brake. Then I did not
have enough presence of mind to unclip my right foot. Down I went. Hard.
Nothing felt especially bad, but I had skinned my knee. I was more worried
about my bike.
One of the mechs that supports the events came over and
helped me. My chain had come off and my cadence sensor was stuck in the spokes.
He helped get everything reset. It was one of the best experiences with a
volunteer I’ve had. I thanked him profusely for the help. I wish I knew his
name so I could call him out here.
The bike was okay (the right break may have rotated a few
fractions of an inch but it was functional, and I probably only lost a minute.
Nothing really hurt despite the slow trickle of blood that was running down my
shin.
Those who don’t know this course probably decide that the
best strategy is to power down 51st Street and then do some more
hard riding on Jay Road. That’s what I did when I first did a practice run over
a year ago. It’s easy to be fooled into thinking the only really big hill in
the early part of the course is the one on Olde Stage Road. That is a big hill,
but you also have to do some slow but steady climbing to get to it.
Knowing all of this, I took it easy and spun at low speed,
high cadence (in the mid 90’s) all the way to the base of the big hill. I got
passed—a lot. The average grade along the steeped part of the Olde Stage Road
hill is around 8.5 – 9.5 percent. I watched my speed run between 3.5 and never
more than 5 mph. And I was passing more people than passed me. A couple of
people stopped completely. Others dismounted and walked their bikes. A couple
of younger, stronger and faster guys on light bikes went by me, but only a
couple. There’s only one thing to do in a situation like this. Just keep
pedaling. Forget about your aero bars. They provide no benefit at single digit
speeds. Just pedal and pedal and pedal.
It’s a long two-thirds or so of a mile, but it gets much
easier when you reach the first crest. I say first because after you get
through the really steep slog, you have to climb about another 145 feet, but
not before a short down hill and at not nearly as steep a grade. Then it’s
downhill. Very downhill. This is the
only race I know of that actively enforces a speed limit for a section of the
course. It’s understandable why. Going down the back side of the hill is
unbelievably steep and with a large field, more than a little dangerous. As a
result, the fastest you can go is 35mph. That’s fine with me and I kept it at
more like 32 which was still pretty scary. Once out of the restricted zone, I
took one left turn perhaps a little faster than I should have, which scared me
again, but did not result in any loss of control. I slowed down plenty to make
the hard right onto Lefthand
Canyon Drive .
It’s not as steep here so I used the opportunity to shift
into the big ring and start putting on some momentum and dropping folks (many
of whom I’m sure dropped me between miles 1 and 5). No sooner had I gotten my
speed up than an emergency vehicle took off up the road going the opposite way.
Soon after, bikers (non-participants going up the canyon) were standing,
dismounted, making the universal sign for slow down: both hands palms down and
moving their forearms up and down. Someone said something about an ambulance
ahead. I heeded the warning and sure enough, as I cruised by at about 15mph,
there was an ambulance with a rider next to it. One of her legs was up on the
gurney and she was holding her head up on her own (not being cradled by a
paramedic). I don’t know if she was a participant or one of the many riders
going up the canyon. I was glad not to see the carnage of a major wreck—mostly
for the sake of the person involved, but, selfishly, I was already rattled
enough at this point.
Fear did not get the best of me during the rest of the bike
stage. Despite a fairly congested roadway (oncoming traffic and other riders) I
managed to get my speed up again slowing only to make the turn onto Highway 36
and again on an uphill immediately after that turn.
Once you leave the highway and head east on Nelson Road , you
are rewarded with a lot of steady downhill riding and I managed to top out at
36.2 mph. At the bottom of this hill is the right turn onto 63rd Street , now riding south.
You are met with a big hill here, but nothing like the early
part of the course. Once over it, there are a couple of small rollers, but most
of this section is flat and a good place to just spin out some speed. I was
doing about 80 rpm here which I thought made sense to keep my legs fresh for
the upcoming run.
Just like the Sprint, the bike course had to be cut short
due to continuing construction at the intersection of Jay Road and the Longmont Diagonal Highway . There’s no
shoulder there and the traffic is high. It sucks but it was the right call.
Like before, we were diverted to a foot trail temporarily paved in mats that
made for easier riding. Then it was back into the reservoir area with the
runners on our right.
T2
I made it back into transition, managed to successfully
re-rack my bike and head out in a respectable 2:27. It’s a big transition area
so a good chunk of the total time was just running in and then back out. T2 is
usually pretty easy for me and this was no exception.
The Run
I didn’t feel great, but I didn’t feel terrible either as I
started my run. It was warmer but it didn’t feel unbearably so. There’s a hill
you have to hit right away, but I got up it okay and was soon moving across the
first dam on the east side of the reservoir. This is a nice flat section of
hard packed dirt and it makes for a fairly easy run. Once you leave the dam,
you go to the left and up a slight rise (not really a hill) and hit the first
aid station. Then it’s back down the other side and on to the second dam which
is shorter than the first, but just as flat.
As you leave the dam sections, you go through a big curve
and a down and then immediate up hill. I was starting to feel some pain at this
point and as I passed the second aid station, the heat was taking its toll.
Garmin Connect says the average temperature on my run was
72* as measured at the nearby Boulder
Municipal Airport
and that was probably correct in the shade. Out on the hard-packed dirt
however, it felt much hotter. I had hoped to try and run the whole stage, but
as I came back to the up and down hill section, my heart rate was spiking and I
was feeling pretty miserable. So I walked for about 0.4 mile, ran another 0.3,
walked a little further and managed to slog it in.
For some reason, the pro race is started while there are
still several age groupers on course. Last year, I was fast enough to be done
before the first of them came around. Not so this time. A few were heading out
and as I neared my last quarter mile, I was “passed” by Lisa Norden, a Swedish
pro who would go on to win the women’s race. Kind of cool to be sharing a
course with an Olympian, but also a little humbling.
I finished with a little bit of strength but was happy to be
done. Unlike my finish after Lake to Lake , I
never felt faint or nauseous. However, I was pretty glad to be done.
Race Review
Next Time:
Get some decent bike
racks. No seriously, do it. Next year, Boulder will be host to the state’s first
ever full Ironman event. HITS has put on a events of equal distance, but like
them or not, there’s no arguing that Ironman branded events are a big deal.
It’s time for the race organizers to start giving participants what they pay
for and that means a better transition area. That M-dot logo doesn’t mean much
when you can’t find a place for your bike.
Results. These
were not available until first thing this morning. Not acceptable in a
professionally timed race. Less acceptable from a world-class organization like
WTC. I should have seen my times last night.
Expo. The best I
can say is, “meh”. This is WTC, and this is Boulder . It can’t be that hard to get some
good displays up including a bike manufacturer or two. It’s not the biggest
deal, but it could be so much better than it is.
Pros on the course.
It probably is not a good idea to make the pro wait until all of the age
groupers are done or most of them are done. So send them off first. I don’t
want to get in the way of someone who is competing for money. It’s embarrassing
for me and frustrating for them. This should take a backseat to the ability of
participants to be spectators after their race.
The Good:
Swim Start. This
actually worked pretty well. If for no other reason than the washing machine
effect at the start was largely mitigated. It’s my least favorite part of any
swim. It’s also better than waiting in the water to start.
Support. There
were tons of volunteers and all were very helpful. As I mentioned before, the
mech that helped me get going after my pre-bike fall was not only helpful, but
concerned. He made sure I was okay,
not just my bike. Others were ready with the water bottle or cup and everyone
was encouraging and positive. You have to appreciate how much a successful race
hinges on good volunteers.
Course and venue. This location is well suited to triathlon
which explains why there are at least five that I know of here each year. With next
year’s entry into the full 140.6 event, they’ll be ready to take it all to the
next stage. The Old Stage hill climb is hard, but it’s also a point of pride to
say you’ve done it. The run course is flat and fast and but for the heat (in my
own personal case) enjoyable. The lake views are really very breathtaking, more
so with the mountains in the background.
Intangibles. It’s
always nice to hear your name called as you approach the finish. Even in a year
when my performance has not been up to expectations it makes you feel good
knowing you’ve accomplished something so big and that so few people actually can.
Having my name on the bib is kind of nice and makes it more of a keepsake than
some generic “Road ID” found at some many other events. Despite some of their
obvious short coming (transition area), I do get the impression that WTC in
general and these race organizers in particular do care about the quality of
the event and work hard to make it worth the hefty entrance fee. Here’s hoping
that conviction gets even strong in the coming year.
For me, the next three weeks will be devoted to longer bike
ride and longer runs. Of all three disciplines, only the swim is really where I
want it to be. I feel pretty good about my ability to get ready. I may not be
any faster than HITS last year, but then again, I probably won’t be dealing
with the same conditions either.
Thanks for reading this long report and enjoy your week.
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