Race Reports

Ironman Canada: The Legend Returns by Jonas Caruana

That finish line feeling!

TL;DR

Solid first Ironman in the books! The ‘good’ goal was to finish in under 12 hours, ‘great’ was to finish in under 11, and the golden number was 10h 47m. The swim went better than expected, and the bike went as planned – coming out of T2, things were looking fantastic and I was just one minute down on the schedule for the day(!). After 10k into the run, my stomach turned upside down (GI issues) and let’s just say there were a few unscheduled pit stops. Had stomach cramps for about a third of the run and had to walk a lot, which cost time. My right knee started becoming an issue on the bike (made two stops to stretch) and then after about 10k into the run, it needed frequent stretching along the way. Rallied to finish in 11:57. Proud of the day; got gritty when it counted, and definitely enjoyed that run over the red carpet!

It was also pretty special to be a part of the return of Ironman to Penticton, arguably this event’s spiritual home in Canada (“The Legend Returns”). The City of Penticton hosted the event for almost 30 years from 1983 to 2012, then it went to Whistler for a few incredible years, and now it’s back. Penticton did not disappoint.

The journey to this point

Context is everything: I first set the goal of completing an Ironman back in 2013, at the very beginning of my exploration into endurance sports. At that time, I was perfectly naïve about the amount of time and money, and physical, mental and emotional energy, that would be required to not only get to the start line – but also, to get to the finish line of an Ironman. I set the goal in 2013 and fully expected I’d figure out how to line up in 2014 - ha! I mean, it wasn’t all crazy: I did do my first Olympic and half-Ironman triathlons that year, and so began what’s been almost a decade of learning alllll the things there are to learn about long course triathlon.

But along the way, life happens, bringing with it shifts along all the usual dimensions: career, finances, relationships, injuries, interests and so on. There were speed bumps: 2016 was my first attempt at Ironman, where I learned the lesson that there’s no such thing as over training, only under recovery. A year later, in 2017, I hit the deck hard on a gravel ride and ended up needing emergency fasciotomy surgery on my right arm. 2018 brought a career shift and three intense years at a tech company called Clio. 2020 brought us COVID-19. 2021 brought a dream job at a dream company: Jane App, another high growth story whose mission and values align so well with my own. And finally, the stars started aligning on the life circumstances needed to take another run at this big-ass goal in 2022. On November 11, 2021, I registered for Ironman Canada and the next chapter of the journey began.

If there’s something that’s driven me for most of my adult life, it’s the belief that you’ve got to do the epic shit in life that’s worth getting fired up for. We don’t get emotional deadlines very often: when you have to work so hard for so long and then put it all on the line when the opportunity presents itself and give so completely of yourself just to see how you measure up. Most people avoid these deadlines. Some seek them. I’ve been chasing this one for nine years. It meant a lot. Here’s how race weekend played out!

Race morning

A great race morning starts with where you book your accommodation, because that makes all the subsequent logistics easier or harder. I lucked out and found a place that was a 10 minute walk from the transition area. That made everything else on race day easier, for both me and my crew. With the swim scheduled to start between 6:30 and 7am, and Transition opening at 5am, I got up at 4am, had my usual breakfast, and stretched and rolled out. Body was feeling good. With bottles filled and gear packed, we headed out the door and walked over to Transition, and dropped off the special needs bags on the way. In my special needs bags: Bike bag included a spare pair of contact lenses, a Ziploc bag with four scoops of EFS (enough to mix 1.5L of hydration), and a spare tube. Run bag included another spare pair of contact lenses, and a Ziploc bag of peanut M&Ms that I never imagined I’d need, but that turned out to be rather helpful later on (thanks to my adventure buddy and two-time Ironman Tom for the suggestion).

Race kit: locked and loaded!

I got into Transition not long after 5am and it wasn’t too busy, which is just the way I like it (calm energy). A training pal and four-time Ironman, Ryan, told me to bring a headlamp which was a great suggestion that I didn’t follow (worse, I brought one on the trip, but decided to leave it at the house). Yes, the morning light is starting to come up, but it’s nowhere near enough to see properly and as soon as I found my bike, I wished I’d brought that headlamp! Lesson learned. I got the hydration system on the Shiv filled up, set my take-off gear, checked the tyre pressures, laid out my stuff, took one last mental picture of where my bike was in transition, and headed back to the house.

Now this may be TMI, but being able to take your pre-race #2 and then put on your wetsuit in the comfort of your own space? Luxurious. Never had that situation before, and future race logistics shall be planned accordingly, LOL. With time to spare, I checked I had everything one last time, and we walked over to the swim start.

Swim

For the first time ever I was actually looking forward to the swim. I’d done more preparation than I’d ever done before. Having never been a strong swimmer, it’s the thing I tend to avoid. This time around, I started swimming 15 weeks out from race day, both in open water and in the pool (with a fairly even mix between the two). Experienced folks reading this will probably think that’s nowhere near enough but for me it represents progress and at a minimum that’s what I care about: being better than last time. Things that really helped with getting in the water:

  • Open air pools, ‘cos who wants to be cooped up inside when spring and summer are here.

  • An open water swim pal, because it’s comforting knowing that someone’s around in case you have a freak out and need a pal to remind you you’re fine. Ben Owens, you’re a saint!

  • A Swim Buddy buoy for open water so you’re visible, and are able to take a break whenever you need it.

  • A wetsuit that fits. Turns out, I’d been a wearing a wetsuit that was one size too small for eight years, ha!

  • Last and probably most important: just that strong desire to show up to your big race knowing that you overcame your fears, discomfort, and personal bullsh*t so that you could give it your best shot when it counted.

So with quiet excitement I walked down to the beach and did a short warm-up – which is another thing I don’t tend to do. Enough open water swims in training have taught me that the first few minutes of my swims always tend to feel a bit tense: the cold water is seeping into your wetsuit, your muscles are warming up, you need to find a rhythm. It takes a little while to get comfortable, but on race day, you can get that tense part out of the way by making use of the warm-up time, and it really helped me on this occasion.

The start was self-seeded and I put myself in the 1:10-1:20 group. I’d budgeted 1:22 for my swim but felt confident I’d come in under 1:20. They let us into the water six athletes at a time, every five seconds. The sun was just coming up over the hills, the sky was blue, and it was a beautiful day for a race. One minute there were ~1,500 of us all lined up in our wetties, the next minute, the pros were off! A bit more shuffling along and it was time for the age groupers to get going. And just like that, the timer beeped, the gate dropped, and the day had begun.

Those first few hundred metres felt more tense than I’d have hoped: lots of people around, zig-zagging, bumping into each other; it was hard finding some clear water. I don’t yet thrive in the melee that is a triathlon start (but I’m looking forward to figuring out how I can). I found myself switching to breaststroke which is exactly not what I wanted to be doing because it’s slower. That said, you do what you need to do and it was too early in the day to be getting flustered: so I kept up the positive self-talk, kept moving, eventually found some clear water, and got the freestyle going.

By the time we got to the first turn buoy, the sun had crested the hills to the east and I was now copping an eyeful of it every time I turned to breathe (even with tinted goggles). I’m definitely better at breathing to the right than the left – my stroke is more efficient, and I swim straighter – and while I tried breathing to the other side, it just wasn’t working. That said, the sun was only bad for a few hundred metres as we were now rounding the top of the loop and I was getting in my groove.

By the time we hit the turn buoy for the way home, I’d really found a rhythm: I felt calmer and in control, like I knew I was going to make it (!) and it actually felt good. So good!! I took a minute to just soak up the feeling of enjoying the swim – still a novelty for me. I’d be back at the beach before I knew it, and this was going to be a long day.

I hit the beach, ran over the timing mat and looked at my watch: 1:15! Seven minutes ahead of schedule, and I’d swum >90% freestyle, so the day was off to a great start. Heck yeah!

T1

Swim to bike transition went pretty much to plan, although things took a little longer than expected. I’d budgeted 3:00 minutes and took 4:59, but wasn’t bothered about that as I wanted to make sure I did everything I needed to do before heading out for the longest leg of the race.

Bike

Heading out on the bike I noticed my body and mind felt tense – I wasn’t as relaxed through the swim as I’d like to have been overall, so I made a mental note: keep working on that swim. I dreeeam of being able to get out of the water feeling refreshed and relaxed after a strong swim. The physical tension manifested mostly in my neck and upper back. The mental tension came from the overall experience of the swim: even though I’ve improved, it still rattles me a bit and it takes a little while to settle down after. That said: it was early in the day and having bookmarked those thoughts and feelings for the post-race reflection, I set about getting on with it. I was on my rocket-Shiv and sailing down the eastern shores of Skaha Lake and hot damn did it feel good. I LOVE THE BIKE!

Rolling down the eastern shore of Skaha Lake

My nutrition strategy for the bike was primarily liquid and hinged around EFS, a product that fulfills my caloric and salt needs all in one. I’d need to consume 6x large (~750mL) bottles of the stuff over 180km, and I also hoped to get 5x Skratch rice cakes down. The Shiv has a 1.5L hydration system so I carried a bottle of concentrate and employed a two-stop strategy where I pulled in at aid stations and used water + concentrate to refill the hydration system. Stop 1 was the Richter Pass aid station (70km mark; 2h 4m into the ride) and Stop 2 was at the top of the climb at Yellow Lake (123km mark; 3h 44m into the ride). Both stops went quickly and as expected.

I struggled to get the rice cakes down and that may have contributed to issues that came up later on in the day from not having ingested any solid food. I found it challenging fumbling with wrappers (perhaps I should have pre-opened them) and just holding the food while riding on open roads with lots of up and down. The course was hilly: if you weren’t climbing, you were descending. I got one rice cake down and that was that – in hindsight, I should have tried to get at least another one or two down.

Elevation profile of the Ironman Canada bike course. Total gain = ~1,900m / ~6,200 feet

Mentally, I’d broken the bike course down into a series of segments so that it was easier to chip away at. I set auto-lap alerts on my Garmin for every 5km and time alerts for every 30mins. These helped create a sense of momentum (you’re hearing a beep of encouragement at least once every 10mins), provided reminders (are you fuelling?), and generally provided positive reinforcement.

After the first two hours on the bike I noticed tension building in my left QL (quadratus lumborum), and right knee. The right knee got to the point where I had to get off and stretch (otherwise, it hurt to put power through it). That was about 75% of the way up the Keremeos climb (127km mark; 4h 2m into the ride). Stretching provided some immediate relief and I was able to put down the power until I needed to stop again and do the same stretches (primarily quads, but should have done glutes too) at the turnaround of the out and back section (148km mark; 4h 37m into the ride).

From that point on, it was head down for the final hour to get back into Penticton. I rode steadily and made sure I got down as much nutrition as I could, and by the time I got into transition: I was reeeally happy to get off the bike!

I learned post-race that having exited the water in 542nd overall out of 1,585 athletes, I made up 436 places on the bike and came into T2 in 106th overall. Pretty stoked about that. I’d budgeted 5:27:16 for the bike and it took me 5:34:56. Coming into the bike leg I was 5 minutes ahead of schedule, so I’m now 3 minutes behind schedule – sa-weet.

180km bike, done!

T2

I’d allowed 10:00 minutes so that I could have plenty of time to do a proper stretch as I knew I’d likely be tight coming off the bike and that taking that time would set me up well for the run. That stretch felt gooood: glutes, hams, hip flexors, quads, and calves all got some love. I’d packed a hand towel so that I could wipe the grime off my face, legs and arms and freshen up a bit – small comforts can and do help in an event like this. I took down a Maurten gel (non-caf), grabbed some sunscreen for my neck, hit a portaloo to take a leak, and headed out on the run.

Time in T2: 7:57. I’m now just 1 minute behind schedule on the day’s plan for a 10h 47m Ironman. Rad!

Now, it’s worth noting that I wasn’t attached to the 10h 47m number – because if the wheels fall off you have to be able to let go of that and figure out how to adapt whilst keeping a positive mindset. That number was meaningful because it gave me something to fight for. ‘Doing your best’ is great as a general rule but won’t motivate you enough in the final hours of an Ironman to really lift when you need to. Having those three time goals (good: break 12h; great: break 11h; awesome: hit 10h 47m) gave me numbers to fight for in a variety of situations and ultimately, gave me the reason I needed to really dig deep in the final hour of this race.

These were my Ironman time projections. Pretty pumped about how close plan was to forecast up until the run.

Run

I read a course preview by a tri coach from Kelowna who said that ‘likely the smartest thing you will do on race day is walk the Vancouver hill’ and – having recon’d this section a few weeks prior to race day to validate this piece of advice, I indeed walked that hill and believe it served me in good stead. That thing is steep!

Mentally, I had broken the run course down into five out and back sections:

  1. The 10k out and back along the KVR trail.

  2. First 10k out and back down Main Street.

  3. First 6k out and back along Lakeshore Drive.

  4. Second 10k out and back down Main Street.

  5. Second 6k out and back along Lakeshore Drive.

Each of those out and backs is obviously two mini-sections, so in total, I had 10 segments to focus on, and that’s how I broke down a 42.2km marathon-at-the-end-of-an-Ironman problem into 10 much more mentally manageable things to tackle one-by-one.

Once I got up onto the KVR trail I found myself hitting 5:25 / km pacing and it felt entirely doable. My body felt good, heart rate was in a great place, and while I knew there was a lot yet to do, I could see the path to get there. But when I got to the turnaround on the KVR, I had my first feelings of an unsettled gut. Without going into too much detail, I contemplated using a portaloo there, but decided to go another 5k and see how I felt when coming back through the transition area…

Yup, had to go. These kinds of pit stops *suck*. Wriggling out of a one piece tri suit when you’re hot, sweaty, and covered in salt isn’t my idea of a good time. And it all eats the clock. But with that taken care of, I thought it would be smooth sailing from that point on.

Not quite. At the first turnaround at the bottom of Main Street, some pretty gnarly cramps started setting in, and I also realized that my unsettled guts might not be done with their theatrics for the day. I walk-jogged to the 20km mark and made another time-consuming pit stop. The cramps in my gut had gotten pretty bad and I was walking hunched over. Coming back through town was pretty humbling. I saw my crew, told them what was happening, and to expect a slow day from that point.

This was coming out of T2 – still happy days at this point, ha!

It was rough going between about kilometres 16 to 29 – lotsa walking, a little bit of jogging, and frequent stops to stretch (right knee was tight). I tried taking in some solid food: a handful of chips here, a few pretzels there, some peanut M&Ms (I’d picked up my special needs bag). I always kept a cup of ice with me, holding ice cubes in one hand and occasionally putting smaller bits of ice down my tri suit or under my cap, to manage temperature (it was hot, but not crazy hot).

At the second turnaround at the bottom of Main Street, I looked at my time on the day overall and calculated that – if I could start jogging again – I could potentially still come in under 12 hours. I had to fight! It was now about doing whatever it took to make the ‘good’ goal. By the time I got back to town, I was still gritting my teeth, but the cramps had eased up, I was finding my stride and I only had the last 6km out and back section to do. I was determined to come in under 12!

That last 6k was tough, and the run overall was pretty brutal, but there was never any doubt in my mind that a) I was going to finish and b) this is 100% worth it and in no way diminished by the slowness due to the gut issues.

In the end, I ran down the red carpet and stopped the clock at 11:56:58. I’d made the ‘good’ goal and heard those sweet, sweet words: “You are an Ironman!!”.

I got my finisher medal, walked over to the fence, and totally bawled for a minute. It was a release that was less about the events of that particular day and more about the journey of the last nine years since setting the goal – I’d finally done it. All those ups and downs, setbacks, learnings and moments of progress along the way that made this act on this day possible. I’ll never take a start line for granted and completing this event was so deeply satisfying – in time I’ll find more eloquent ways to describe it.

Post-race reflections

Some very immediate thoughts came to mind in the day or two following Ironman:

  • I was super proud of my mental game throughout the day. I stayed checked-in for twelve hours straight, and when things started going off the rails, I stayed positive and kept adapting, doing whatever I could to make forward progress. I never gave up, not even for a second. Real proud of that grit. Takes you a long way in racing, and in life.

  • I do these things to explore my physical potential, and I seek to fulfill my potential in everything I do.

  • I had the fitness for a sub-11 hour Ironman on the day, but wasn’t able to execute that primarily due to the gut issues.

  • I have two key areas of improvement: First, figuring out what nutrition I need to get through an Ironman with happy guts. Second, resolving whatever issues are present in my body that are causing the tightness in my lower left back and right knee.

  • My desire is to race to my potential: and given the above, I can’t wait to do another one!

Thank-you

As the saying goes, it takes a village to make something like this happen. Here’s a huge shoutout to my race crew, and all the training buddies, athlete friends, helpers, bodyworkers, and race mates I’ve shared the journey with over the years – you know who you are. I’m forever grateful!

And a massive thank-you to the small army of volunteers who lent their time in Penticton to help make this event a success – I was constantly wowed by your generosity and willingness to help. Kudos!

Oliver Half-Ironman: Revel in the challenge by Jonas Caruana

Tuc-El-Nuit Lake: what a place to race!

TL;DR

The Oliver Half-Ironman went down on Sunday June 5th, 2022. The course included a 2.0km swim, 89km bike and a 21km run.

Overall, it was a pretty good day out! Rather hilly, very wet bike. Run was solid. Swim remains my biggest area to improve: I’m giving up 10-20 mins of time there. Transitions were slow (6 mins each vs. the usual 1-3 mins) as my hands were cold and not working, and everything was soaking wet from the rain. And I needed to pee like a racehorse in T2. I gave myself the small comfort of fresh, dry socks for the run and that turned out to be a great move. Pumped with how I played the day as it came; kept a strong mental game (even in the water); fuelling + nutrition strategy were on point; good gear choices (road bike with mini aero bars was 👌🏼). Overall a well executed day. I’d say we’re in a good place going into the final three months leading up to Ironman Canada in Penticton.

Goals

The overall theme was about learning versus ‘crushing it’. Of course I wanted to do my best time on the day, but it’s easy to get lost in fighting the clock and then forget about everything else in the process. So here’s what I wanted to focus on.

Can I get through a half-Ironman distance event healthily? It’s been six years since my last half-Ironman and I’ve been working through some persistent right knee issues (again). In January, I was ready to throw the towel in because I couldn’t get on the bike or go for a run without the knee really becoming painful over the course of an effort. Instead, I doubled down and got to work with more and different recovery protocols, and sought out the help of some new body workers (physio, chiro, and RMT). I’ve since been able to ramp up my volume, layer on intensity, and the body’s been able to absorb it well. So largely, this race was about overcoming my fear that something was gonna flare up and I was going to have to hobble my way home or worse, DNF.

Pacing. When you race it’s hard to fight that GOOO! impulse. I often feel like my natural default setting here is that if my heart’s not pounding out of my chest I’m not going hard enough. But the thing with Ironman is that you’re not operating at threshold for 12 hours. Not even close. You’re pretty much Zone 2ing the whole thing, and getting used to that is a thing I wanted to work on in this race.

Is an all liquid fuelling strategy still best for me? Six years ago I used 1st Endurance’s EFS to power me to my best 70.3 result to date. It has the highest electrolyte levels of anything on the market, which works for me because I lose a high amount of salt through sweat. They’ve since made some updates to the product’s chemistry and at some point, you need to test whether it really works for you. And while you can use it in training, it’s never quite the same as a race day trial. No-one wants to crap their pants in their A race!

Does my race kit work? I came to Oliver with some gear that’s tried and true, and some newer stuff that I’d only used a few times but not raced with (e.g. sleeved tri suit, race hat). Again, you can train using your gear but there’s always something unique about a race day test.

Mantras

Forecast for race morning: Rain. Lotsa rain.

Typically when I go into these things I set mantras for each of the swim, bike and run as a thing to repeat in my mind when the going gets tough. You want a simple, positive thought to repeat rather than leave empty space in your mind that negative thoughts can creep into. Mantras usually come to me at some point in the weeks prior to an event, but not this time: my primary goal was simply to test my body at half-Iron distance, and see how it held up.

But then, one of my besties, Dave Mackey, sent me this at 4:51am on race morning:

“Revel in the challenge. When the going gets tough just remember who you are and why you’re out there. For the love of sport. For the challenge. Because you can”.

This really resonated because it was the distillation of a few key things.

Because you can”. It’s a gift to be able to choose your suffering. Lots of people don’t get that choice: suffering is thrust upon them. Or for any number of reasons, they couldn’t make the choice even if they wanted to (e.g. in the case of physical or mental disability). I get to choose to put myself in these situations of discomfort so that I can find ways to learn and grow as a human. I am so grateful for that opportunity and am determined not to waste it. Every start line represents opportunity (in racing, and in life).

Remember who you are and why you’re out there”. What’s interesting about endurance sports is that we sign up for these things because we want to challenge ourselves. We actively go looking for the discomfort so that we can have a chance to see that we’re made of tougher stuff, capable of doing things we didn’t think we could. We want to see if we can endure. And then all too often you get into it and when things begin to really hurt you start wishing it to be over. It’s normal – almost reflexive – to pull back from discomfort. You start disengaging; searching for physical or mental escapes to the discomfort you’re in and the distance yet to cover. But that’d be missing the point.

What I’m seeking in these experiences isn’t the kudos from having finished the event but the reckoning with self that only this kind of endurance event can dish out. I came looking for discomfort as an opportunity to learn how to experience myself differently when I encounter discomfort in life.

There’s a moment when you feel discomfort and it’s a classic stimulus→response situation. The beauty of endurance sports is that you get served up those moments second after second, for hours upon hours. And it’s just you vs. yourself out there. What I’m looking for is the opportunity to catch myself at the stimulus – “this hurts” – and to learn to linger there for a while, long enough to create some space so that I can think about, and then choose, my response, rather than reflexively pulling the proverbial rip cord. In that space, I want to make friends with the pain, and appreciate it as a necessary step on the path to getting stronger. Then I want to respond with a positive choice: keep going; “good job”. And then do that over, and over, and over again until the finish line.

That’s why I’m out there.

Revel in the challenge.” This became the mantra of the day; the four words that tied together all the above into one anchoring statement. When I got to the end of the first lap in the swim I thought: “Enjoy this – it’s going to be a few months before you get to do this again. Don’t wish it away”. Same on the bike. When I got to the turnaround: “You’ll be in T2 before you know it. So enjoy this. It’s your favourite”. And on the run: “Revel in this challenge. You’ve worked all day to get to this point: when you’d like it to be over. This is your chance to be in it and choose different. Don’t miss the whole point of today. Make friends with the discomfort. Choose to continue in the discomfort. Revel in the challenge.

The race

The Swim: This remains my area of biggest opportunity. Yes, the swim is a small portion of the overall event – but I’m just losing so. much. time. in the swim. The gap between me and the fastest swimmers in Oliver was 18 minutes! All aspects of my swim need work: fitness, form, tactics and open water navigation. What went really well this time around was the head game: no major anxiety aside from a few nerves; I stayed positive the whole time and came out of the water in a good head space. Having that positive mantra really helped keep the brain train on the right track.

The Bike: My favourite. It’s always a big confidence boost, because – having come out of the water relatively late – I then spend the next 2.5 hours passing people. I realized that I was a bit heavy on the power in the first 10km and eased up knowing that this was a 90km ride, not a 40km ride. I was grateful for all the climbing in the first half of the course because it helped generate body heat while we were being hammered with the rain.

Elevation profile for the bike course: no flat sections; if we weren’t going up, we were coming down!

The Run: Perhaps the best part of the day this time around. Historically the run – for me – has been about just hanging on until the end. Not this time. I’ve been running consistently with Mile2Marathon since January and those twice weekly group workouts have really improved my run fitness. I felt strong throughout the run and found my body naturally gravitating toward ~4:45/km pacing which was awesome. The day was starting to heat up Okanagan-style and I made sure I practised using the aid stations like it was a full Ironman: walk through them, take lots of cold fluids + nutrition if needed, keep going. The knee started feeling a bit tight around the seventh kilometre but it was entirely manageable and not a big issue. That built a lot of confidence.

Final times:

  • Swim: 43:41

  • T1: 6:03

  • Bike: 2:38:59

  • T2: 6:05

  • Run: 1:44:42

  • Total: 5:19:30

Kit + gear choices

Equipment won’t win you the day but it can definitely help. Here’s a roundup.

Bike: Scott Foil with mini-aero bars over my tri bike option. Why? Forecast was for rain; roads were unfamiliar; hilly elevation profile with no flat, you were either going up or coming down. Overall, I went with the roadie and I’m certain that was the better choice, because I had more stability and more confidence rolling at speed through wet conditions. Also, I’ve been having some troubles with my left QL (quadratus lumborum) and being able to get out of the saddle and up onto the hoods during the climbs really helped release the lower back and help keep me comfortable.

Keeping the transition gear in the plastic bag was a big win: my runners stayed dry!

Helmet: POC Omne Air Spin. It’s my regular and works great. Probs gonna get an aero helmet for Ironman.

Cycling shoes: Giro Imperial with double Boa closures. This was a change from normal. Typically I use triathlon shoes and have them pre-mounted to my bike, so that I can do the whole flying mount / dismount thing and reduce my transition times. That said, I’m going to use the Imperials in Ironman, I’ve had all my recent bike fits done with them, and they work really well for me, so I’m choosing them over speedier transition times.

Race suit: It was time to try a sleeved race suit and I also wanted something that looked good that wasn’t entirely black. There are surprisingly few options out there: it’s either plain black, or colour / logo barf. I’d like to race and not look like a complete dork! Wyn Republic is a company out of Australia who are making some pretty nice suits, though they are a bit on the expensive side (pricing in US dollars doesn’t help). I snagged a Memorial Day deal and am stoked with my new suit. It fits perfect, has everything I need in terms of fabrics and function, and the design is super rad! When you feel like a boss you race like a boss and it was also pretty fun getting a bunch of comments on course from the crowd to the tune of ‘hey that kit actually looks good’. Post-race, I had one tiny point of chafing on the front of my left hip but otherwise, top marks for the suit and I’ll be rocking this one at Ironman.

Wetsuit: Orca 3.8. Old faithful. I’ve had this one since I started triathlon back in 2014. It’s always fit pretty tight – but for some silly reason, I’ve never actually really checked. So post race, convinced that my wetsuit is indeed too tight, I went and checked the Orca sizing charts. And if things haven’t changed, my suit is indeed, one size too small. Now, it’s entirely possible their fit blocks have changed over the last eight years. But either way, I’ve definitely got my money’s worth out of this suit, and I really want to be comfortable in that Ironman swim, so I’m gonna start looking for a new one.

Run shoes: On Cloudflow. I love these kicks. I’ve trained and raced in all three generations of them and they keep delivering. They’re light, comfy and damn fine lookin’. I love On Running’s aesthetic. I tried the Cloudboom in training (an even more race oriented shoe with a carbon plate) and they gave me blisters and chafing, so I stuck with the Cloudflow. One thing I just didn’t make time to do was set them up with elastic laces, and that cost me time in T2. My hands were so cold coming off the bike, it took me a loooong time just to tie my laces. Will fix that for Ironman.

Run hat: Got me a Ciele trucker hat (“TRKCap SC“). I have a big melon and most of the Ciele caps don’t work for my head. This is a new (bigger) construction and it rocks because it does. And it wicks. And looks rad.

Sunnies: Oakley Sutro Lite with Prizm Low Light lenses. These were a great choice because the bike was super rainy and the sky was dark and overcast. I love the Sutro lenses on the bike because they give you great coverage – kept the rain and wind out of my eyes.

Hacks that worked really well: Putting all my stuff in transition into a plastic shopping bag so that it wouldn’t get soaked in the rain. Being able to put on dry cycling shoes and dry runners was sublime.

Extras: I took a wind vest, merino arm warmers, and two different options of cycling gloves. Despite the rain, I felt like I’d be warm enough to not need the extra bulk on the bike, so took none of these with me on the ride. Indeed, my hands were cold coming off the bike, but my core body temp was good and ultimately, I’m happy with my choices.

Nutrition + fuelling strategy

Pre-swim: One small bottle of EFS, pre-loading the body with electrolytes and carbs.

On the bike: 2x 770mL bottles with 1st Endurance EFS at 7% carbohydrate concentration: 54g total carbs in each bottle. 1x Huma gel (with caffeine) and a splash of water from a bottle grabbed while rolling through an aid station.

1st Endurance salts content vs. other popular products.

On the run: Huma gels at 4k (with caffeine), ~10k (no caffeine) and 17k (no caffeine). Last one was probably a bit late. Had salt chews with me but didn’t take any – that may have been a mistake in a longer event but I got away with it this time. Only one energetic wobble the whole day and that was at 17k. It was probably a bit late to take down that last gel but I did it anyway, just in case. If nothing other than a placebo effect, it worked and I had power through to the finish line.

The event

Pre-race briefing at Tuc-el-Nuit Elementary School.

This triathlon was put on by Dynamic Race Events who are a Canadian owned company and they did a great job. The organizers are friendly and helpful and the volunteers were fantastic. The only thing that sucked was the race tee – but they’re not alone on that front. So many races just have the most barf-worthy t-shirts; I don’t get it! I’d love an option to not get the shirt (save the resources), or choose something else like a bottle opener or key ring (i.e. something I might actually use).

Overall

It was a well executed day and I’m stoked to be participating in long course triathlon again. Onwards to Ironman Canada!

Ironman Canada: DNF by Jonas Caruana

This is not the post I was hoping to write after Ironman Canada weekend. After training for 36 weeks, I hoped to write about a graceful swim, an easy bike and a powerful run (my race mantras) that led me to putting a solid first Ironman time on the boards. I hoped to put on a show of grit, heart and power not just for myself, but for my close friends who had traveled in from Montreal, San Francisco and Vancouver.

So on Friday July 22nd, two days before race day, it was with a heavy heart that I sent the following email to my crew:

Hi Team,

First of all let me just say that I am so stoked to see you all, to introduce you to each other, and so grateful to have your support this weekend.

Second, this is a hard email to write and I am still processing it but I'll get straight to it. I will be starting the race on Sunday but will be unable to finish it.

Five weeks ago I had a fantastic race in Victoria at the Half-Ironman triathlon there. I suffered on the run but that's to be expected after four and a half hours of endurance racing. One week post-race, I started experiencing pain in both my knees. I thought it was just some leftover inflammation from the race (and nothing out of the ordinary) so I cut my training volume by 2/3 and assumed it would sort itself out.

Unfortunately it hasn't and I have a case of patellofemoral syndrome that has continued to get worse over the last few weeks. Basically what that means is my knee caps are tracking off centre due to excessive and imbalanced muscle tightness in everything that surrounds my knee. Your knee caps are shaped like a wedge on the underside, with a pointy bit that needs to track nicely down the middle of an equally wedge-shaped valley formed by the joint of your Femur (thigh bone) and your Tibia (the bigger lower-leg bone). I am quad dominate (thank-you cycling) and those bad boys have been yanking my knee caps towards the outside, creating pressure, inflammation and irritation on the underlying cartilage, bone and surrounding tissues. Thankfully no long-term damage done; just pissed-off knees. As an athlete I take full responsibility for the situation as I've learned that I haven't been stretching, rolling and recovering enough, to counter-balance the work I've been putting my body through. 

The result is that even short runs at slow pace are painful and I can't put power through my legs on the bike – and we all know how much I love to hammer on the bike. A final, 40min test run this last Monday was fairly excruciating and I needed the assistance of handrails to get down stairs on Tuesday due to the extent of the irritation. A final session with my Physio early this morning – and another stern talking to (she knows how stubbon I can be) – and we have decided that I will start the race, do the swim, and try to complete the first third of the bike, which is a 60km out-and-back section that runs back through Whistler before heading north for the latter 2/3 of the course. I will take that 60km as it comes and mentally it's about being amongst fellow athletes and soaking up what parts of the experience I can, given the circumstances. I will then withdraw from the race and join you all in cheering on the athletes for the rest of the day. 

I have been delaying sharing this news because frankly, I have been working towards July 24th for 36 weeks, since last November, and have been hoping I would be able to get right for race day. I have trained over 315 hours in that time: 174 on the bike, 61 running, 53 swimming, 27 strength training, and countless more hours in yoga, stretching, physio, massage etc. It's a tough pill to swallow. 

And it's not lost on me that you all have traveled, organised to take time off, and chosen to spend this weekend with me and I truly wanted to put on a show for you all. To the extent that I can I will do my best.

And then, I'll look forward to spending time with you, enjoying the mountains and having a beer.

I am not done with Ironman. This is a frustrating, but humbling, part of a journey that continues to be very rewarding and enjoyable. After next week, I focus on recovery and getting back to basics as I build toward the Noosa Triathlon, which is an Olympic distance race in Australia, at the end of October.

Let's enjoy a great weekend in Whistler first. 

Much love and see you all soon,

Jonas

How did I not address this problem sooner?

Frankly, I'm stubborn, a little ignorant, and there's always the stuff you don't even know that you don't know yet.

Up until Ironman 70.3 Victoria, I hadn't had any significant problems except for some pain in my left foot that came on after longer runs. This might have been a symptom of a bigger issue but at the time I put it in the bucket of "suck it up buttercup", did some localized stretching / mobilization which helped, and kept pushing.

I should have gone to my physio earlier. Stubbornly, in my head, I was home. "The cake is baked!" I thought to myself after Victoria; time for one last three-week training cycle to bank some more fitness gains and then taper into Ironman Canada. We're good. But I really wasn't and should have been at physio a week after Vic.

Gotta love IMS

When I finally did make it onto my physio's table – two weeks out from Ironman Canada – a few movement tests showed that my core strength was really not great, and my stability and alignment through each individual leg was also seriously sub-par. In a single-leg squat with my eyes closed I was so wobbly my physio said my level of control was like that of an old lady (we've worked together for two years and she knows I like a good dose of humour – so she serves it up from time to time). No amount of IMS was going to help. Though we tried...

I had the cardiovascular fitness to race Ironman but musculoskeletally (is that even a word?) I didn't have the alignment and control needed to push my body hard for 10+ hours. It didn't occur to me how critical this was until it was too late. Ouch.

Taking responsibility

Part of me just wants to shrug, make a deep sighing noise and say "Wow, I guess sometimes luck's just not on your side". But to brush this off as a bad stroke of luck would be wasting the most powerful learning of the experience.

The reality is, as dedicated to the training plan as I was, the plan was insufficient. I thought I was doing enough recovery work. Since committing to Ironman in November last year, I started doing a monthly session with an RMT, doing yoga once per week, and putting a 30-minute 'therapy' block into my calendar every day: time for stretching, rolling, Theraband exercises etc. I thought I was on it.

I did the RMT and the yoga. But was really slack with the 30 minutes of daily therapy. With busy days building a new career, and after training was done in a day, that therapy session was the first to go. There's a big difference between the intention to do something and actually doing it.

The lesson I've learned through all this is that the recovery aspect of my training has to be as robust as the 'work' part of the training. It has to be non-negotiable, just like training sessions are. I'm now painfully conscious of what happens when you work your body harder than you recover it. At some point it will tell you in no uncertain terms: enough. And that can happen at the worst possible time.

I won't waste more time beating myself up over being slack with my recovery work in the lead up to Ironman Canada. By the same token, I won't waste this opportunity to learn a powerful lesson.

Because even if it wasn't for Ironman Canada, or any other race, I'd still be doing a ton of physical activity. This is still my lifestyle. I love to sweat. And I want to be active well into the future. I want my body to keep up. 

The shift that's occurred is that now I truly get that I need to take care of my body. I can't neglect it. Tough way to learn the lesson but if this is what it took –  so be it.

What's the plan?

Back to basics. The big muscles are strong but the little ones are not. Without them as best supporting actors, my joints aren't protected, and as a whole the system lacks the integrity required to get through long course events. So back to physio, and lots of core stabilizer work. Back to technical skills development in the pool. Time in general to take a step back and make a new plan.

So far, no plans for another Ironman start line this year. Ironman Taupo, March 4th, 2017, is on the radar. I am registered for the famous Noosa Triathlon – an Olympic – at the end of October this year, and I'm really looking forward to that. In the meantime I want to be back on the bike ASAP and riding well because that brings me endless joy. I'm planning on trying cyclocross to mix things up and want to have a blast doing it. Fun = critical element of the mix. I would love to throw in another triathlon or two this year. But I will prioritize the foundational work and not race before I'm ready.

Mementos

These are my Ironman souvenirs. A bunch of branded artifacts that only competitors get. A part of me wanted to get rid of all this stuff so I'd get to stop answering the question "You did the Ironman? How'd it go?" 

I'd be lying if I said I didn't put my whole heart into this and that it didn't matter as much as it does to me. Ironman represents more than a race or a bucket list item. It represents a new level of personal progress – physically and mentally; a shift in what I experience as possible for myself.

My friend Dave Mackey also said after the race that Ironman is a great example of what's good about humanity: it brings people together regardless of who you are or where you're from, aligns us around a common goal and makes us pull together in support of each other. We need more of that. I love being a part of it and in my own way, being an ambassador for it. These mementos are the symbols of that and I will wear them proudly.

They're also mementos of the hardest lesson I've learned in training and racing to date. It hurts right now but that'll fade and the lesson will endure. I will keep them to remind me that recovering my body allows me to keep working it and be healthy for the long run.

Gratitude

Friday the 22nd – when my physio and I agreed the plan for race day – was a tough day. Ironman weekend was a tough weekend. I've never withdrawn from a race before. You know when people are in your corner when you send the email above and they immediately respond with messages of love and support. 

To my crew who traveled from near and far to be with me over Ironman weekend: you were such a rock solid foundation of unconditional support. Mackey, Sciacca, Mathieu, Christie, DK, Kristian, Pete, Andy and Sara, I can't thank-you enough.

Likewise, to all the training buddies, friends and family who called, messaged and gave hugs – I don't have the words to express my appreciation. You are the best. Special shout out to Tom Waller and Ryan Muir: you both have been rad training buddies and I can't wait to toe another start line with you.

To My Team who helped me prepare for this weekend, a wholehearted thank-you: Vital Supply Co. for feeding me, Christie Baumgartner for yoga, Barb Tyers for massage, Noa Deutsch for bike fits, Steph Corker for winter riding inside, Movement108 for strength training, Paul Cross for swim coaching and Musette for community and coffee.

Points on the board

I still got to put an Ironman swim time on the board and it's great to have something to improve on. And I got to be out there on the bike course for 60km of the bike, amongst all the athletes and soaking up the experience on what was an absolutely perfect race day, weather-wise. I got to ride alongside my training and racing buddies Ryan and Siân, and exchange a few words and smiles. And then I got to spend the rest of the day cheering people on and watching friends run across that line.

My friend Sasha Gollish is an elite runner from Ontario who just missed out on making the Rio Olympic team. She knows a thing or two about the ups and downs of training and racing. She is a true sportsperson whose reflections on her own performances continue to inspire me. She sent me a note with some words which I'm taking to heart, as I regroup and begin working towards the next start line. Thanks again Sasha:

You are going to be a smashing success. Do not look at this as a failure but as a stepping stone to greater things.
— Sasha Gollish

Here's to the next start line!

Photo credits: Dave Mackey, thank-you also for documenting the weekend in photos, many of which appear in this post. You got some great shots!

Ironman 70.3 Victoria: Outta the water smiling! by Jonas Caruana

I had a great day in Vic! Having shaken the skeletons outta the closet at Shawni, I was looking forward to Vic and beyond that, just excited to have at 'er at my second half-Ironman distance triathlon. I felt fit and – aside from a niggling pain in my left foot – otherwise healthy.

Goals

Just one for the whole day: Get outta the water smiling! I know that when I have a good swim, I have a good race. Good swim = good head space. And being in a good head space means I can come out of the water and really capitalize on my strong suit (the bike), which sets me up for a solid run. Of course, there were a series of tactical goals relevant to each leg, but this was the one most important 'metric' of the day: be happy coming out of the water.

I had two different race time scenarios in mind; with only a slight variance in average bike speed differentiating the two. Having ridden the bike course three times beforehand in preparation, I was fairly confident in how it was going to roll:

Race course modifications

We arrived in transition on race morning to the official message that the swim had been shortened. It was to go closer to the island (see map) but apparently, someone hadn't noticed that the weeds had been busy growing up from the lake floor and were so thick that sending everyone swimming through them was not a good idea. So they moved the buoys around a bit to get us clear of the weeds, and set up a 1,500m course.

Now you'd think that I'd be the last person to complain about a shorter swim, but a part of me was a bit bummed out. You sign up for a 1.9km swim, 90km bike and 21.1km run, and you want to complete the full event. You've been setting yourself up mentally and physically to meet the challenge of those distances. That said, there's no arguing with it, and you race the course of the day, on the day.

The Swim

Get outta the water smiling. That was all I had to do, all I asked of myself, and all I thought about out in the water. I actually enjoyed it. I achieved a balance of about 50% freestyle, 50% breast stroke, which is good for me and heading in the right direction (longer term goal = 100% speedy freestyle). And this picture tells the whole story:

See that cheeky grin on the guy sneaking by at far left? That's the grin of "I did it!" (kept my sh*t together in the water) and "let's riiiide!"

I had a completely different experience in the water in Victoria, as compared to Shawnigan. In Shawnigan, I swam 1,500m in 34:01 and got out of the water mentally and physically rattled. In Vic, I had my head straight and swam 1,500m in 30:19 and came out of the water fresh mentally and physically and ready to rock the rest of the day – game on! This underscores how big a piece the mental game is for me in the swim. A great triathlete needs a strong mental game all race long; for me, it needs to be particularly good in the water.

The Bike

Aero setup, ready to hammer! 

I was so freakin' excited about the bike. Having come out of the water smiling and feeling fresh in mind and body, I was ready to get into aero and push some Watts. Conservative Watts, of course – I was mindful of not pushing too hard; I needed to ride strong but within limits so as to feel good going into the run.

I spent maybe the first 3/4 of the race shouting "passing, Left! LEHHHFT!!". I was cranking and loving it. All that work riding in the aero position in training had left me feeling comfortable and powerful down on the aero bars and things hummed along nicely for the whole ride. I was grateful for every pedal stroke.

Nutrition-wise, I had three bottles all loaded with 1st Endurance EFS to get down. This year I switched to an all-liquid nutrition strategy and it was really working for a few reasons:

  1. It simplified the setup on the bike: no taping gels to the frame or stuffing them in pockets, no messy eating and fiddling with wrappers
  2. Drinking from a straw makes for easier intake: you can sip more frequently, without coming out of aero (less fuss), which means you'll likely be better at staying on top of your nutrition game
  3. You have everything onboard that you need: this meant I could ignore the aid stations completely and just blow right by them (for full-Ironman distances, you'd need the aid stations)

Towards the end of the bike course it was clear that I'd made my way through the masses and was towards the front end of the field. Things were going great.

The Run

I always find the run takes some mental bracing, because I have to leave my rocket ship in transition, put on my runners and start moving about a quarter of the speed. I need to find ways to make the run not boring.

The plan for the run was to negative-split the two laps around Elk & Beaver Lake. First lap: get the running legs under me, find a rhythm. Second lap: lift the pace by a few seconds every kilometre and finish strong.

I got off the bike feeling exactly as I wanted: relatively fresh, strong, and with plenty left mentally and physically for a good run. You know within the first few steps where your body is at, and I felt ready to tackle a half-marathon.

The first lap went well but I could feel my body starting to tighten up and tire out. By the second lap, that niggling pain in my left foot was starting to persist and my average pace was going in the opposite direction than I'd planned. I just kept telling myself to hold on, one foot in front of the other, get around the next bend, get to the next aid station. One segment at a time.

Those last few kilometres hurt. But I'd had a great day and the results showed it.

Final results (adjusted) and takeaways

Made it onto the official shirt!

Overall, I had a great day in Vic and was very happy with my race strategy and execution. I continue to have significant opportunity in the swim (get to 100% freestyle) and on the run (build speed, muscular endurance, form). 

Final times:

  • Swim (1500m): 30:19
  • T1: 2:35
  • Bike (90km): 2:26:34
  • T2: 1:14
  • Run (21.1km): 1:43:40
  • Total: 4:44:22

Now if I were to adjust this for the missing 400m swim to get a comparable half-Ironman time, I'd add 8:04 (4x 2:01/100m - average race swim pace) and get a total time of 4:52:26. Compared to my previous half-Ironman time (the Subaru Vancouver Triathlon in 2014) of 5:09:12 (adjusted), that's about a 17-minute improvement and I am stoked!

Tying these results back to the original goal times, the swim was better than expected ('38:23' adjusted vs. 40:00 target), bike was bang on (2:26:34 vs. 2:26 in the 'better' scenario), but the run was off (1:43:40 vs. 1:35 target). Plenty of room for improvement.

With only six weeks to go until Ironman Canada, I am starting to get really excited! 

Gratitude

People make the party and it wouldn't have been the same without my bestie Juliet coming out in support, who ripped around the course popping up all over the place to yell at me. Thanks Jules! Oh, and did I mention she rode all the way there, and back again? Yes, from Vancouver. Actual, downtown Vancouver.

And to training and racing buddies Ryan, Tom and Travis: it was a blast traveling and racing with you as always – let's do it again soon!

 

 

Shawnigan Lake Tri 2016: The Bone Rattler by Jonas Caruana

The Shawni Lake Tri is a sentimental one for me because it was where I did my first ever solo triathlon, back in 2014. This year, it was a potential event on the race schedule but not a definite. As we got closer and closer to the Victoria Ironman 70.3 (on June 12th), I was getting more and more present to the fact that my last triathlon was the Stanley Park Tri in September of 2014... it had been a while since I'd raced tri, and even though I'd done way more prep in the pool and in open water than ever before... I knew that I just wanted to have a run-through under race conditions before Vic. Because I wanted to have a good day in Vic.

Then my friend and training buddy Ryan gave me the option to join him and his family at Shawni and gave me no reason logistically to say no to doing the race. This is where having great training buddies really helps: they can read between the lines, see what you really need and help you towards achieving your goals. Thanks again to Ryan, Corinne and the kids for having me along for the weekend!

So I really wanted to come back to Shawni, have a great day and clock a big improvement in my time versus two years ago. That competitive need to beat a previous time may ultimately have been what held me back come race time...

Pre-race

Going into the event, I had the best pre-race routine, ever. Ryan and I were up early, out the door ahead of schedule and the first athletes to show up at the Shawnigan Lake Community Centre, where the shuttle buses picked up athletes to take them to the race area. We were among the first to get body marked, had no-wait access to the porta potties (always nice!), and had our gear set up in transition well before the masses arrived and so we avoided being around all that tense, nervous energy. We had plenty of time to pull our wetsuits on and were the first to step into the water for the pre-race warm-up. We swam out to the first buoy, treaded water for a bit and both commented on how relaxed we felt. It was a beautiful day for a race and we felt great.

The Race...

...didn’t go as well as hoped. I had a hard time in the water; just not able to relax, feeling anxious and out of breath. My wetsuit felt tight and constricting. I had flashbacks to Shawni from two years ago, when I completely freaked out 150m into the swim and had to stop, cling onto a paddleboarder for a few minutes and mentally reset. Twice. This time, I kept flipping between two different states of mind: one where I was 'in it' – basically being irrational and getting caught up in the fear of it all; the other where I was observing myself in the third person, being rational and reassuring myself that I was ok and that all I had to do was keep moving and keep breathing. If you are a nervous swimmer you will appreciate just how much of a mind game it is, and how that can translate into your physical state.

Add to that, I'd swallowed a good amount of water and gulped down some air – and needed to burp myself all the way back to my bike in transition! Hey it's an honest race recap ;)

So I didn't stop this year – which was an improvement – but it was still nowhere near the relaxed swim I'd been hoping for. I got out of the water feeling pretty rattled, mentally and physically taxed with my heart rate racing. My nervous system was triggered and I felt short of breath the whole race and never 'settled in'. It took a good 20 minutes for my heart rate to calm down on the bike and even then I still felt in a high state of physiological stress, the shortness of breath continued into the run. It was a very, very uncomfortable race, and not because I was having a great day and pushing the envelope. Oh, and the roads around Shawnigan Lake are as bumpy as ever. So bones were rattled literally and metaphorically!

Heart rate graph from the bike. It took a good 20 minutes for it to calm down.

Heart rate graph from the bike. It took a good 20 minutes for it to calm down.

So, not the day I was hoping for but plenty to learn from. Lots more time in open water required, getting comfortable in that leg is very important to setting up the rest of the race well. I know I have the fitness to do much better.

Other Misses:

  • In T1, I went to put my Rudy Project Wing57 helmet on and the visor / shield popped off. It might have gotten knocked somehow so I stopped, put it back in... and then it popped out again as I was putting the helmet on. No time for games; so I left the shield off and rolled with my regular sunnies instead. I love that helmet (it's super light, so comfortable, and looks badass) but the way the visor attaches needs a re-design
  • Not having a racing hat for the run. This will sound really silly but I couldn't find a trucker that I liked so I thought I'd try racing without any head gear. Definitely race with something on your head – for no other reason than it keeps the sweat out of your eyes

Wins

T1: wetsuit off, helmet on and go! T2: helmet off, socks + shoes on, grab race belt + sunnies and go!

There were plenty of things that went right:

  • Nutrition strategy: one bottle of 1st Endurance EFS on the bike plus a few mouthfuls of water from aid stations on the run. That was plenty and I never felt like lack of energy was a thing holding me back
  • Executed the 'flying mount' and dismount in transitions: when you have your shoes already clipped into the bike, you basically do a running jump onto your bike and it allows for the speediest exit from T1, and the speediest entry into T2. I've also eliminated any decision making in transitions and reduced the number of steps involved with getting in and out as much as I can. Transition game is tight!
  • Lots of Body Glide on the lower legs to help getting the wetsuit off. Worked great
  • Garmin Edge on the bike (alongside Forerunner watch on my wrist): simply easier to see key data (power, time, average speed) at a glance, on a bigger screen, right in between my arms on the aerobars
  • First race on an actual triathlon bike: the Trek Speed Concept is a beauty of a machine and I'm comfortable staying down in the aero position the whole time

Perhaps the biggest win was that it was still fun. I really love triathlon; putting all those three legs together along with the transitions. I came across the line smiling and feeling victorious.

Conclusion

Shawni served its purpose. That being – in the context of the race schedule for the year – as a dress rehearsal before heading to Ironman 70.3 Victoria. Prior to Shawni, it had been 21 months since my last triathlon. I am very happy to have gotten this one under the belt before Vic. I've shaken the skeletons out of the closet and am looking forward to having a great day in Vic.

Final times:

  • Swim: 34:01
  • T1: 2:20
  • Bike: 1:14:35
  • T2: 1:35
  • Run: 46:47
  • Total: 2:39:18

Onwards!

All smiles post race: it's still fun!

All smiles post race: it's still fun!

The 2016 Vancouver Sun Run 10k: Racing as Training by Jonas Caruana

I love the Vancouver Sun Run because it's just, so, Vancouver: 43,000-somethin'-odd runners (this year), we take over West Georgia Street, the course is lined with supporters, and the race is accessible to everyone from wheelchair racers, to pro runners (the winner ran it in 28:52!), to families walking it with strollers. It's an incredible excuse to get out with the city and be a part of an awesome, decades-old tradition – this was the 32nd instalment of the annual run, held on Sunday, April 17th, 2016.

Intention

Race Day Protocol – kit check: New Balance 1500v2 shoes. Garmin Forerunner 630 watch with HRM-Run strap. Lululemon 5" Surge Shorts. Asics New York Marathon gloves. Oakley Jawbone sunnies. iPod Nano: the square one (the best Apple ever made!)

In the context of my annual race schedule, this was a 'C' priority race meaning it's just another workout on the plan for the week: its purpose was racing-as-training, not to run my fastest 10k (although that'd be nice!). I knew it was going to be a hard one as the plan was to go for it and try to break 40mins, whilst not losing sight of the fact that the intention of doing this event – aside from getting a hard workout and being a part of a special Vancouver event – was to practice race day protocol.

Race Day Protocol = all the things you do in the 12-24 hours before arriving at a start line. It includes: preparing all my kit the night before. Preparing what I would eat for breakfast. Setting the alarms. Getting up, eating, showering, doing physio exercises, mobilizing the body, putting my kit on. In that order. Paying attention to all the details. Getting into the right headspace, and staying there. This gets challenged when you get on a bus heading downtown and it's full of other runners with lots of nervous energy. I hopped on a bus, looked around at all the other runners, and that was when I felt my heartrate rise and nervousness level increase. It's good to expose yourself to that frequently because the more you do it, you become less sensitive to it, and the more relaxed you can be heading to the start line. And even then, breathe. Control the response. Remember, it's your race. Racing as training is a great way to practice your Race Day Protocol and make progress on the mental side of your race preparation and execution.

Mood boosters

When I know I'm going to show up to a start line feeling less than optimal physically (heavy legs, tired, etc) anything that can help boost how I feel mentally or physically is worth considering. In this case, I wore some dope new socks (definitely won the sock game on Sunday, if I may say so) and put together a race kit that looked wicked. Dressing for success is as true for sport as it is for any other area of life. I gave the legs a fresh shave (again: Athlete mindset. Be ready for action). I also knew that I didn't want to be 'in my head' so decided to listen to music on the run (something I don't do in most events), made a hard-hitting playlist beat-matched to a running cadence of about 180 steps per minute, so I would just lock onto the beat and move my legs to that.

The Race

A 10k is pretty much a red-line effort the whole way for me and that was the plan, plain and simple: stay out of trouble early on (there are so many people to dodge!); then get to – and play with – threshold and push it to the finish line. It's a mostly flat course with just a few inclines involved in getting onto (and over) the bridges. So pretty easy to find and hold a rhythm, and to power through the tough spots.

I had a running buddy – Chad Clark – and we knew we'd use each other as pacers for the first bit and then see how it went: we were both clear that if either of us was feeling good and wanted to go for it – they would go for it!

I felt steady and strong the whole race through – but when I got into the final kilometre, I had no kick in me. Chad lit the jets with about 2km to go and I tried to lift to keep him in sight, but the legs just weren't having it. The pace crept up in the final 500m, but that was due to the downhill of the Cambie bridge offramp, not a surge in leg power!

 Here's a screengrab of the data from the race (from Strava):

Overall

Official chip time: 40:50. Not my fastest 10k, but a damn hard workout and a race day well executed. Mission accomplished!

 

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Pacific Road Runners First Half: The Character Builder by Jonas Caruana

After a winter of training it’s always exciting to toe the first start line of the season. You’ve had months of early mornings and long, cold (and usually wet, if you live in the Pacific Northwest) training sets indoors and outdoors, and it’s nice to get back into race mode, pin a bib onto your shirt and lace up for some competition.

The First Half race course: starting and finishing at the Yaletown Roundhouse, it runs the perimeter of Stanley Park.

The Pacific Road Runners First Half half-marathon on Valentine's Day, February 14th, was my season opener. Unlike last year (a cool, sunny day), it was a wet, cold morning with rains that had settled in. It was going to be one of those character builders that in a special way, we were quite fortunate to get – because the reality is, this was the first race of the season for many endurance athletes in Vancouver and it’s more about blowing out the cobwebs than having the best race of the year. So if you can toe a start line in a puddle an inch deep, and get through 21.1km of soaken wet, and cross the finish line smiling, you’re going to do just fine if come your “A” race day, you face similar conditions. ‘Cos you’ll be ready.

So with gratitude for the rain and the cold, we were off!

Two kilometres in, and we stopped side-stepping the puddles. Soaked to the you-know-what!

The Race Plan:

Being the first race of the year, this one was about kicking the tyres of fitness and form and getting a sense for where I was at after the winter. There were three goals:

VO2 Max test at lululemon's 'Whitespace Workshop' (their R&D facility)

1. Get to threshold heart rate and stay there, plus or minus 1-2bpm. I’m working towards Ironman Canada and basing my training on heart rate zones, and have done quite a bit of work to get these dialled (including some rather fun VO2 Max tests). I felt pretty confident that 162bpm was the threshold number to work around, whilst not ignoring other important factors like level of fatigue on the day, perceived level of exertion, and the simple fact that the numbers can always be off.

2. Focus on form, throughout the race. I’ve been noticing a slight nerve-y pain in my left hip in training, and knew that with the intensity and duration of a race day effort that if something was unhappy, it would really make itself known (it sure did…). Best to find these things out now, early in the season, so there’s plenty of time to address them. 

3. Stick to the plan! This was a ‘C’ priority race for me, meaning that it was just another workout in the context of my Ironman training plan, which, that week, totalled 12 hours of training. So having a plan and sticking to it was key... which requires discipline, especially when many of the people you know start passing you. Comparison with others is a battle that can’t be won – you gotta run your own race!

The Outcome:

Thanks to a speedy start, I got to threshold quickly and then stayed there ’til the final build in the last two kms. Check. I played with threshold during the race, going a few beats over for periods of time here and there to test where I was at. From that, and looking at the data post-race, I learned that my threshold number was probably a couple beats too low. Bumped this up to 164 post-race, and will continue to see how that feels in training.

At the physio getting IMS: those needles are about 60mm in, but it looks worse than it is. Feels great after!

At the physio getting IMS: those needles are about 60mm in, but it looks worse than it is. Feels great after!

I lapsed in form somewhere around the 12-14km mark and again around 18km; noticed my heart rate was still at threshold, yet my pace was dipping. Form was getting sloppy, and required a conscious effort to get back in line, particularly as the pain in my hip was becoming increasingly noticeable. There's work to do here on the strength of stabilizer muscles (like glute med), along with a visit to the physio (post-race, my body let me know just how unhappy it was: felt like I was getting tasered in certain ranges of motion!).

And, I stuck to the plan, even when my buddy Steph Corker ran by me as we were coming around Lost Lake, tapped me on the back and said “run with me champ!”. As much as I wanted to, I stuck to running my race and proved to myself that I could have the discipline to stick to the plan. When it comes to Ironman, that discipline will be key to having a good day.

Results:

Official finisher time: 1:31:11. This beat my previous personal best over 21.1kms by about 3mins. My hope was to be pacing around 4:05-4:10/km; at threshold I was pacing around 4:15-4:20, and you are where you are on race day, and I am happy with that!

Overall, it was a great day and the race was a blast. Vancouver is still beautiful in the rain. It was my first time at this event and I can see why it’s a favourite amongst so many locals. It’s early in the year, well organized and well run, with cheery, efficient volunteers and what seemed to be the fastest crowd of runners I’ve ever raced with. I'll do it again!

A special shoutout:

...goes to my new friend Karen Tulloch. I’ve been riding alongside this powerhouse at Steph Corker’s classes at Method Indoor Cycling in Kitsilano. I knew this lady had speed, but hot damn: she came in fourth overall amongst the ladies, and I bow in respect at her guts, speed and grace as she crossed the line with a finish time of 1:17:26!

Here she is cruising across the line:

Great job Karen!

The Intrepid Stage Ride: That's Racing! by Jonas Caruana

September 25-27: The Intrepid is a three day stage race in the Okanagan. It's one of the premier road cycling events in western Canada, put on by the same folks that run RBC GranFondo Whistler. The experience was really something special: rides were fully supported with massages after every stage, it was fully catered with great food, and run by an amazing event team for whom no ask seemed too onerous. Unintentionally, I ended up putting this to the test, because as it turned out, it was quite an eventful three days...

Stage 1: Penticton–Osoyoos. 115km / 1,708m elevation gain

Home base was Penticton and the first day's riding would see us roll north alongside Okanagan Lake, warming up the legs before turning around and heading south past Skaha Lake on the way down to Osoyoos, by the US border.

On the first day everyone's excited and a bit antsy to get things underway. The flip side of this is that some can be a little too social in the bunch and not be paying enough attention. About half way through the stage, some guys up ahead of me got lazy, touched wheels and three of 'em came down right in front – it was an unavoidable scene and while I managed to bury some speed I came down too. The one thought I had in my mind was "pick a different spot pick a different spot!" (crashes seem to happen in slow-mo), thinking about the fact that only a few weeks prior, I was taken out in another race in California, and the road rash from that spill had only just healed over.

Cherry on the left: California, Aug 29. Cherry on the right: Intrepid, Sep 25.

Cherry on the left: California, Aug 29. Cherry on the right: Intrepid, Sep 25.

Thankfully, no-one was seriously hurt and there was no major damage to my bike (or so I thought – more on that in Stage 2...). With that being my second crash in one month (neither my fault), and having never crashed on my road bike ever before September 2015, I was definitely not stoked with my luck. That said, that's racing and part of it is rolling with the punches, which means getting back up, straightening out your equipment and getting on with the race.

I had a plan to execute. Hills tend to be a natural separation point in most road races and the big one in Stage 1 was appropriately named "The Wall": 1.5km of 9% average grade and a total ball-buster with a couple of 20% pitches thrown in. Naturally, this was also the KOM segment for the stage and myself and about five other guys attacked it hard. At the top was a checkpoint with an aid station (where you could stop and refuel) but for an opportunistic few we rolled right through slowing only to communicate our race numbers before continuing the attack, in hopes of further separating ourselves from the bunch.

Within a few minutes I found myself with two others working together as a three-man breakaway with 45km to go. We knew that if we stayed away from the bunch we only had each other to worry about at the finish and it was at this point of the day that I really started having fun. It's really an awesome thing when you find yourself racing with a couple other strong riders, pace-lining seamlessly and just absolutely flying down the road. It's exhilarating. 

This sense of team is awesome until it naturally dissipates in the final few kilometres as – knowing the pack is too far back to be of concern, you're competitors once again and it's now a game of cat and mouse... who's gonna make the jump; who can out-sprint who for the line.

In the end it was a bit anticlimactic as frankly, I didn't quite recognise the finish line flags and didn't time my sprint right – but finished right on the wheel of the stage winner and and happily took second overall for the day.

Stage 2: 152km / 2,645m elevation gain and a catastrophic mechanical failure

"Everyone has a plan 'til you get punched in the face" – right? My race plan for stage two barely got started as once again, about half-way into the day, calamity struck. Something happened to my chain: I still don't know whether it was a rock, a stick or something else, but the chain jammed, snapped, somehow wrapped itself around my rear derailleur and then tore the thing right off my bike. No joke: the derailleur hanger was torn clean in half, as was the derailleur cable. Worse, the chain wrapped itself around the cluster a number of times and then ground out the inside of the carbon stays... not awesome.

That's racing!

Indeed, a "catastrophic failure" and the Venge (my primary bike) was out of commission. The bunch rolled on and I knew from that point, it was going to be a quiet day of solo riding and trying not to lose too much time in the overall classification. Thankfully, the Velofix van was 5 minutes behind and one of the race volunteers gave me his personal bike to finish the day on (these guys really pulled out all the stops to keep you going and get you home). It was a long 78km riding a 54cm bike solo into the headwinds (getting aero... not so much, ha!), but I was grateful to be riding and simply to be able to finish the day.

Lots of speculation ensued (no-one had ever seen a derailleur torn right off a bike and spat out the back!!) as to whether something on my bike took a hit in the crash the day before, and that might have contributed to the mechanical / structural failure. Who knows. UPDATE: we later found that the derailleur itself was damaged in the crash on Day 1, which ultimately contributed to the chain fail on Day 2. 

Stage 3: Osoyoos–Penticton. 122km / 2,597m elevation gain

The goal was 'uneventful'. "I want an uneventful day today!", I told my fellow riders and the event crew (all of whom had been incredibly helpful and supportive). After the last two days, I was keen for an injury-free, mechanical-free ride. I was on a spare bike (I'd actually brought a spare – who brings a spare?!) but left it in Penticton, thinking to myself "I'm never going to need that!" Sure enough, on the afternoon of day two I was in a van with one of the event team driving back to Penticton to grab it. This once again exemplified the greatness of the event team – it was no hassle; they were absolutely amazing.

Back to day three: the thing about my primary bike – the Venge – is that I've worked with Noa Deutsch to get it fit just perfectly to my body and all its imbalances. Bike fit is crucial because it enables you to hop on a bike and perform a very repetitive motion for a long time without overly stressing anything biomechanically. So jumping on a different bike, with a fatigued body, for a day that would include the longest climb of the race... was going to require a different approach.

So the plan was: go easy until the base of Apex mountain, hit it on the climb, then keep pushing all the way home on the descent into Penticton. This turned out to be a really nice approach, as the lead bunch wasn't really driving the pace on the third day, as was the case on the previous two days. It gave a chance to ride with some folks whom I'd not had the chance to ride with, and also, a bit of time to soak in the beautiful scenery of the Okanagan. It really was stunning; early on in the day, we were rolling through the hills and were lucky to be joined by some wild mustangs, who criss-crossed the road from time to time and kept us all on high alert! Wild beasts, hillsides, sunrise, bikes... I couldn't have been happier.

The coveted "Leader" socks – for winning the Soloist category on Day 3

The coveted "Leader" socks – for winning the Soloist category on Day 3

Once we hit Apex, it was time for business and a long, hot climb. The descent was tricky too with a few cattle grids to bunny hop at speed which... only gets riskier the more you think about it!

Then the push home: it's a delightful 20km descent back into Penticton from the turnoff to Apex, but it's only a 2.8% average downgrade, so you need to keep the power on the whole way home. I drove hard and wound up taking the win on the Soloist category for the day. Stoked!

Overall

Overall, the mechanical failure in Stage 2 cost me half an hour in the general classification and I finished second in the overall standings. All said and done, I was happy with the weekend, mostly for being able to keep going despite the curve balls. That felt really good mentally and I was proud to have kept my head up, stayed strong and done the best with the cards I had to play.

The Intrepid was a great weekend. Great challenge having to back up day after day ; that was my first stage race. And, fun to do that with some wrenches thrown in the wheels, so to speak... that's racing, and I'm looking forward to doing another stage race in the future!

Note: photo credits in this post are almost all due to The Intrepid and their stellar event photographers (look for the watermark). Thanks again guys.

Subaru Vancouver Half-Ironman: Always Wear Socks by Jonas Caruana

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Very important piece of race kit: the trucker hat!

Very important piece of race kit: the trucker hat!

The Subaru Vancouver Triathlon was my first big “A” race of the year. I’d trained for the better part of five months with this race in mind, logging about 160 hours of swimming, biking and running; training over about 20 weeks. That time also included a series of prep races, including my very first triathlon (see Shawnigan Lake Olympic post).

So it was funny when the half-Iron weekend rolled around and all things considered, I felt pretty calm about it and mostly, excited. I mean, compared to the Olympic, I only had to swim an extra 500m (we've previously established this is not yet a strong suit) and in return, I got to ride my bike more than twice as far (I love the bike!); and same for the run. I was basically thinking that I had more than double the time to make up for slowness in the water – and I was stoked about it.

We're going to break this recap down simply into wins and misses. Here goes!

Wins:

The day: just look at it!

In terms of conditions? Can't ask for much better than this!

The swim: I didn’t want to tap out once. This is progress when compared to my experience in the water at Shawnigan. I didn’t feel stressed or panicked. I just got in the water and got ‘er done. I even enjoyed it. It was not fast: 43mins-ish. I swam breaststroke for more than 90% of it. But I felt good coming out of the water, running across the beach toward transition whilst stripping down my wetsuit and thinking about the game plan for the bike. All the right thoughts were flowing!

The transitions: I freakin’ nailed those transitions! At Shawnigan, T1 took me 5:03 and T2 took 2:20. Experienced triathletes look at that and say “those are whole minutes of free time for the taking. Take them!". So I bought some triathlon cycling shoes, learned the flying mount and dismount, and got everything else together so the amount of time I needed to be in transition was minimized. Result? T1 time down from 5:03 to 2:01, and T2 time down from 2:20 to 1:08. So pumped!

The bike: I rode a controlled effort on the bike with the plan of feeling fresh for the run so I could clock negative-splits through the half-marathon. Plan executed. This took discipline, because I love to open it up on the bike.

What a backdrop to race against!

Overall execution of race strategy: finished the swim feeling good, controlled the bike and set up perfectly for the run: felt fresh, fuelled and ready to fly.

Misses:

The swim: still the biggest area for improvement. My strongest swimming peer came out of the water in 25 mins! (Me: over 43 mins!) Now, he used to be a ranked, competitive college athlete. My goal is to get a 1.9k swim time under the 30 mark.

Nutrition on the bike: the exact same nutrition I had used on the bike in training on the actual race course, didn’t work exactly as planned. Race conditions are a different game: your body is in a heightened state of stress and that translated to me dry heaving on lap 1 when I tried to eat the first energy bar. At this point in the race you really want to start getting calories in the tank. But I took a break from trying to eat, let the stomach settle down and switched to liquid calories which worked well. Got the solids down later, but also subbed out an energy bar for a bottle of the on-course Gatorade and – having done the mental math to ensure I’d get in enough calories – was good for the rest of the day. This actually turned into a big win because it represented being able to successfully switch up strategies on the fly and keep going strong.

Salt on the run: I cramped the last 3k. Not badly, but if you have to slow down because the cramp is that strong, that’s not good. It was a stinking hot day, and the heat radiated down from above and up off the bright, white, crushed sandy beach path. I underestimated just how much salt I’d lose. Needed more.

SOCKS: nope, didn’t wear socks on the run. FAIL! Funny this, because it was actually a choice (I didn’t forget). I was so committed to dropping my T2 time that I decided I didn’t have time for socks. Epic. Mistake. Hot day, wet shoes, swollen feet, sand in the shoes, and no socks had me feelin’ that blister feeling at kilometre 4. The remaining kilometres were excruciating! This is evidenced by the following race photos. First two photos: Jonas heading out onto the run course. Light, bright and feelin’ mighty. Later on... Jonas on the second half of the run. Every foot placement was just… pain. I ran across the finish line, and went straight to the med-tent to get wrapped up. And my good friend Audra piggy-backed me outta there.

The run: with my feet in bad shape, I couldn’t amp up the pace to run negative splits as I’d planned. A 1:39:15 ain’t bad, but it could have been a lot better as otherwise, my body felt great and ready to turn it up.

Results:

  • Swim (1.9km): 43:17
  • T1: 2:01
  • Bike (90km): 2:38:34
  • T2: 1:08
  • Run (20km): 1:39:15
  • Total: 5:04:15

If I were to adjust for the shorter run and add 1.1km at average race pace (4:57/km), I'd get a run time of 1:44:27 and a total race time of 5:09:12. That's useful for future comparisons.

Overall, it was a solid second triathlon, a great first half-Ironman, and a total win from a goal-setting standpoint. My goal was to come in somewhere between five and five and a half hours and stopping the clock at 5:04:15 was a rockin’ time, even more so knowing that with some strategic tweaks (i.e. wearing socks) and skill acquisition (swimming), times in the mid- 4 hour range start to become possible. That’s exciting!

Thank-yous and shout-outs:

Extra special thank-yous go out to friends and loved ones who dragged their butts out of bed to come and cheer me on, early on a Sunday:

  • Syd: my #1 fan who came back from LA just for race weekend!
  • Training buddies Juliet & Greg: to Juliet who stuck around to cheer me on after having finished her race, and to Greg for yelling extra loud! I kicked a little extra every time I saw your yelling faces!
  • Tim Schokking: seeing you up at the main intersection of the bike leg was something I looked forward to each out-and-back. You da bomb!
  • ‘Bomber’ Kevin, Paul Cross and the VEC crew: thanks for welcoming me into the club tent even though I wasn’t yet a member (stoked to be rolling with you now!)
  • All the friends who couldn’t be physically present but who sent messages of support and encouragement
  • The lulu crew: the loudest, brightest, funnest looking group of cheerers ever. Special shoutout to Chrissy Abram who made it out, crotches and swollen knee be damned!
  • Audra for piggy backing me back to the car after having my blisters patched up in the medical tent. You’re the best! IOU: 1x piggy back wherever and whenever you need.
  • Michelle Armstrong: such a pleasant surprise to see you on what became a pretty quiet part of the bike course!
  • Shout-out to all the folks from lululemon (past and present) who also competed: Juliet Korver, Colin Knudsen, Jon Carkner, Scott Van Doormaal, Laurel Richardson, Jen Cerullo, Felix del Toro, Delaney Schweitzer, Deanne Schweitzer, Eric Peterson, Cindy Bokitch. It was rad seeing you out on the course!

Lastly, thanks to Ed, Nick and the team at Mighty Riders for being so rad and helping me get my bike position nailed and bike setup just right. You guys are my secret weapon!

Subaru Shawnigan Lake International Triathlon: My First Tri! by Jonas Caruana

So Shawni Lake Triathlon was – for me – equal parts excitement (my first tri!), performance of a newly acquired skill (swimming), facing fears (that I’d suck at it and / or potentially drown), practicing what I love (racing), and livin’ a dream. 

For the longest time I’ve wanted to do a triathlon and not being a swimmer has been the barrier to entry. For whatever reason: busy at work, busy with other projects, busy with life – I didn’t make learning to swim a priority until this year. Aussies also have a particularly strong background in the sport of triathlon, and I can remember as a kid watching triathletes on TV, in awe at how fast they’d swim, how fast they’d ride (and the rocket ships they’d ride!) and how quick they’d run – and that they did that all in one race. I’ve always admired triathletes.

So this post gives the blow-by-blow of my first triathlon experience. If you’re a first-time triathlete, and in particular, someone who’s struggled with the swim part of the training, I hope that sharing my experience helps you along your path to getting that first triathlon under your belt. And for my friends and family – I finally did it! And here are all the gory details.

The Work: Learning to Swim

Think about the last time you tried to learn a skill for which you had absolutely zero prior knowledge or competency. For example, if you’re not a musical person and you’ve tried your hand at guitar, or not an ‘artsy’ person and tried to paint, or not multi-lingual and tried to pick up a foreign language whose letters or sounds bear no resemblance to your native tongue (say, an English speaker trying to learn Mandarin). It’s a humbling experience, right? Because you really have to start at square one, and it’s a while before you hit an inflection point where things start to get dramatically easier, as your learnings begin to compound.

So it was for me and swimming. It was all the above, with the added fear of being in a completely foreign environment (water) along with maybe drowning each practice. And after 4+ months of being in the pool 3-4 times per week, I’m yet to hit that inflection point. 

Now, I don’t necessarily have a fear of water – I love pools, the beach, diving in and swimming around. But I lack the kind of confidence that comes from knowing I can be self-sufficient  (i.e. stay afloat without any help) in the water for an extended period of time. 

December 2013: At the Vancouver Aquatic Centre with Coach Therèse from the BC Dolphins

And that was the work these last few months. Getting in the pool. Developing a new sense: “you must feel the water!” Coach Therèse would urge me, “Press down on the water; pull the water!” Easier said than done, lady! Hearing those words and translating that to what you actually do in the water felt hard and frustrating. It didn’t come naturally. My first reaction was to work harder: kick harder, pull my arms through the water faster, take bigger breaths. It seemed like the harder I tried, the worse it got. The coaching? “Relaaax in the water!”. Huh? I’m fighting for survival out here!!

So I found swimming really counter-intuitive. As compared to most other athletic pursuits where harder, faster and stronger usually gets better results, swimming – at least when you’re learning – is the exact opposite. Because as soon as you try to strong arm your way to the other end of the pool, everything falls apart with a rapid, domino-like effect: you tense up, which causes your body to sink in the water, which creates more drag, which makes it harder to move forward, which makes you fatigue faster and need more air, which makes you panic a little, and now everything’s gone to hell! 

Listen up, beginners! (Can't believe I'm about to say this.) Truly, the work in learning to swim is really about learning not to fight it, but to feel it: to tune in and work with the water, and really develop a sense for how to move through it. Stick with it, even if it feels like the slowest progress, session after session. Do your drills. I hate some of those damn drills, but they teach you building blocks and they do add up over time. You will get there!

Personally, I have a long way to go. But the good news is I like eating humble pie and every time I jump in the water I get a big ‘ol serve of it! And before I knew it, the weekend of May 25th – Subaru Shawnigan Lake Triathlon – had arrived. Time to jump into the lake and see what happens. Here’s how the day went!

Goals for the Day

Target times for the Olympic distance:

  • Swim: 35mins
  • T1: 3mins
  • Bike: 1h 5mins
  • T2: 2mins
  • Run: 45mins
  • Total: 2h 30mins

Intention: most of all, the day was about getting that first triathlon under my belt. First, I wanted to get it done. I borrowed a friend’s goals here: “Don’t get pulled from the water because you’re drowning, and don’t get pulled from the water because you’re outta time.” Thanks Robert!  Second, I wanted to notice everything I needed to notice so I could learn for next time – there’s a lot going on in a triathlon. And third – perhaps most of all – I wanted to finish the day thinking “That was fun and I want to do it again!”

Pre-race

The day before the race is pre-race briefing and bike check-in. You learn a ton of tricks just by watching and listening. Your bike’s outside overnight. What if it rains? Turns out there are bike-fitting ‘raincoats’. Hot temperatures forecasted? Let some air out of your tyres so they don’t blow out. Gear selection: put it into take-off gear straight up. You won’t be riding it ’til you’re flying out of T1 tomorrow anyway. Where do I stash my gear bag on race day? Along the fence, where everyone else will be stashing theirs. You’ll pick up a ton of helpful tips that first race.

With all the pre-race stuff done, it was time to get an early night, and get ready for…

Race Day

Tip: have a race-morning routine planned. Everything from the breakfast you will eat and the clothes you will wear, to how you’ll get to the race site and how much time you’ll need for body marking, setting up your gear by your bike, getting into your wetsuit (this still takes me the better part of 20mins) and warming up in the water. The more planned this is, the less curve balls you’ll have that will stress you out. 

Because before you know it, you’ll be shuffling down the bank to the water’s edge with everyone else, and it’s game time…

That’s me hanging out at the back of the men’s wave. Red caps = Men. White caps = Women. Bright orange caps = beginners!

The Swim

Here we go! The gun goes off and I let the men’s wave go off in front of me. I wait around a bit because I want some clear water - doing 1,500m is still a challenge for me without the open water wrestling involved! 

See that orange cap looking around? That might be me...

Straight up: the swim was rough. Lots of new sensations: first time in my wetsuit (oh the buoyancy!), first time in open water (zoiks! So murky!), first time swimming with all those people around (the women’s wave caught up to me reeeal quick). Beginners, practice in that wetsuit in open water before game day. I knew this beforehand but didn’t do it for a variety of reasons.... lesson learned.

There are waves in my face, goggles are fogging up (making it hard to see the buoys, and you really want to swim the shortest line possible). Lots of things that could make you tense up and forget everything you’ve learned in the pool. Which is exactly what happens. 

About 150m in, I have a mini-freak out: someone brushes up against me, I turn to breathe and suck in a wave of water. In a split-second of wetsuit-constricted choking and spluttering I’m really panicked. A wave of emergency thoughts flood my head: “Man you are WAY out of your depth! Stick to biking! Today is not your day. Do I go back?!”. At which point, the rational brain kicks in with “Dude, you couldn’t sink in this wetsuit if you tried. Caaalm the heck down. Just keep moving your arms. Keep moving forward. Get to the buoy!”

Happy to feel terra firma under my feet!

So having rounded the first buoy, about 280m from shore, I swim over to the safety paddle boarder and hang on for a break (it’s legal so long as the object you’re clinging to isn’t providing propulsion). It feels like minutes but I need to reset and regroup mentally. By this point, the women’s wave – which had started three minutes after the men’s – has passed me for the most part and there is less traffic in the water. Time to go again.

I swim to the next buoy; hang on to another boarder for a break. Regroup, reset. I’m really working hard; at the same time, trying to relax, knowing that will help me go faster. I also start to realize that this is the ‘worst’ part of the day, and that I don’t get to bike if I wuss out, and I really want to ride. So it’s non-stop from that point on. 

I probably swam breast stroke for 95% of the swim, and finish it in 34:43. No shame in that though: I’m stoked simply to have covered the distance, in that water, in race conditions. Mission accomplished!

T1 (transition from swim to bike)

Getting out of the water, I’m a bit disoriented and wobbly (experienced triathletes say this is due to the blood being in your upper body, not your legs), and my body feels kinda shocked.

Struggling to get the wetsuit off before I reach the bike!

That said, I’ve effin’ made it and stoked about it! I walk from the beach to the bike – need a minute to reset and make sure I set up properly for the ride, and that I don’t do anything dumb like break a rule (clip the helmet, then unrack the bike) or forget my timing chip. So I take my time and get everything right, but it eats the clock: T1 time = 5:03. 

Mentally, things were turning around fast: “Ok race: you owned me out in the water. I’m gonna own you out on the road.” #letsdothis

The Bike

The course was a hilly, two-lap ride around Shawnigan Lake, which actually totalled about 44km (standard Olympic distance is 40km). It was raining, the roads were bumpy and patchy in places, and the course wasn’t closed to the public, so there was occasional traffic and I got stuck behind a car for the longest descent of Lap 1 which sucked. 

But dammit I enjoyed that ride! My legs felt strong, I was moving fast and just chewing up people on the course. My ride position felt awesome, thanks to working with the fit master Ed at Mighty Riders in Vancouver. Beginner tip: get your bike fit by someone that knows what they’re doing! I have a Specialized Venge and at first, got the official Specialized BG Bike Fit done… which was fine, but that set me up as if I were an inflexible 50-year old. Ed got me set up like a racer: lengthening me out on the bike, getting me low and out of the way of the wind.

Now, the bike’s my favourite leg and when I’m on those two wheels I don’t think too much because I’m having such a blast. What I tried to keep in mind was fuelling (I had a couple gels to get down before the run), and some advice another racing friend – Erin Llewyk – gave me “Remember this ain’t a bike race – ride it strong, but leave plenty for the run. Because it’s even more fun smokin’ people on the run!”. It’s good advice.

It was a great ride with beautiful scenery and locals out cheering which I’m always grateful for. And after 1:15:23, the bike was done and it was time to run.

T2 (transition from bike to run)

Coming off the bike, I noticed my feet were really cold – I didn’t wear shoe covers or toe-thingys on the bike (though I did wear socks) and with the wet conditions and wind chill (temp was about 10ºC), the front half of my feet were numb. “Ok take it easy first part of the run – find your running legs and go from there”. I was checked-in and ready to rumble. This transition was a lot quicker at 2:20 and I felt good going into the run.

The Run

The first kilometre was slow: a stiff uphill climb out of transition to the Trans Canada Trail trailhead, whilst getting my running legs under me. At this point in the race, I’d learned a ton and more than anything, wanted to finish the race feeling awesome – so rather than pushing the pace to 4:00/km and saving 5 mins on the race clock, I settled into a nice 4:25-4:30 pace, started smiling and enjoyed the race to the end.

Results

The bike ended up being a little over 4kms longer than expected, which at my average speed (~35km/h) added about 7mins, meaning I wasn’t far off my total goal time. Transition times need to come down as I could save whole minutes there without much work. 

Overall? I felt awesome coming across that line: a big personal goal achieved and one that did not come easy. I felt great (plenty of room for improvement next time!), learned a ton and most importantly, didn’t realize exactly how much I’d enjoy piecing together those five different bits together (Swim, T1, Bike, T2, Run) into one race. It really is a challenge and involves more than just a little bit of strategy!

With racing buddy Juliet Korver. This lady is fast!

The best thing? I discovered that the triathlon community is overwhelmingly inclusive, helpful and just plain nice! I asked a million questions and got a million helpful answers. And the Shawnigan Lake folks were awesome: just so kind and friendly; they put on a great race. I’d definitely do it again.

Shout-outs to racing friends Juliet Korver and Colin Knudy, who also crushed it out there at Shawnigan. It was wicked seeing you out on the course and trading stories on the ferry home.

Last but not least: huuuge thanks to my #1 fan Syd, who braved the cold and rain for 4+ hours to cheer me on and snap a ton of photos. You da bomb!

The next race? Four weeks today: Subaru Vancouver Half-Ironman.

The 2014 Vancouver Sun Run 10k: 30 Years Running by Jonas Caruana

Today was the Vancouver Sun Run, the second race on my schedule for the year. It’s one of the largest races in North America – in this, its 30th year, over 45,000 people attended. The Sun Run has been a race I’ve wanted to do ever since I first visited Vancouver back in 2011. I’d seen all these signs and made a mental note to one day, come back and race it. Today was that day!

2014 Sun Run Course Map

It’s a downtown course with enough elevation to keep things interesting (including one special kicker up Hornby before hooking onto the bridge).

And today was a great day for it: somewhat overcast, cool, and the rain stayed at bay for the most part.

The sheer size of the event lends to the sense of occasion: the six-lanes wide, arterial West Georgia Street is converted into a half-dozen runner corrals that stretch over five city blocks. Each corral is colour coded and giant balloon arches float above helping runners find where they should be.

Whoever sang “Oh Canada” had the voice of an angel. There’s something about a national anthem that rouses people. You hear voices you’d never expect, and a different look comes over people’s faces. I like to think those looks are mostly of pride and gratitude. That’s what I feel in those moments (and Canada’s not even my birth country). Because it’s not lost on me that a lot of people gave a lot so that I could show up today on this cool Vancouver morning to chase down a fast time. There’s something special about that shared moment - the energy shifts somehow and you feel a sense of resonance. You feel connected to thousands of people you don’t even know. I always get a little emotional in those moments - I feel grateful for every start line and the connection it enables between me and all those people who also showed up to do their best. I’m grateful to participate with them.

Race Mantras

I had three ‘mantras’ for today:

  1. I am ready to hurt
  2. I run my own race
  3. I am injury free

And goal times:

  • Under 40mins = good outcome
  • Under 39 = great outcome
  • ‘Dream time’ = 38:30

The first mantra was about leaving the house ready to go where I knew I’d need to go mentally in the latter half of the race when I knew I’d be suffering. It was also a learning from the B&O 5k I raced in Toronto last year where I set a tough time goal but didn’t leave the house willing to hurt as much as I’d need to to achieve it. I got that right today and declared my willingness to dig into the hurt locker from the moment I swung my feet out of bed this morning. My good friend and triathlete buddy Juliet Korver sent me a message that was right on point:

The second mantra was a reminder to stick to the plan and run my race and no-one else’s. This isn’t revolutionary thinking but time after time, I’ve told myself this before the race, the gun goes off and it’s like my lizard brain takes over and the plan goes out the window. All the sudden I’m trying to keep up with this or that guy who’s up ahead or running past me. So today was yet another exercise in the never ending practice of learning to run my own race... "Stick to the plan, man."

Running my own race is also about ownership: everything that happens today is 100% mine. Everything I did do, and did not do. I can’t explain away poor performances with “Oh, I tried to keep up with this one guy and that just blew me out for the last part of the race”. As if trying to keep up with someone were in some way, an admirable strategy for running a race and a fair reason for not doing as well as you’d hoped. Running my own race is thinking that also calms me down at the start line - because now it doesn’t matter what everyone else does: all that matters for my race is me, my goals, and my plan to achieve them. Then the execution, and the outcomes. With that kind of ownership you really set yourself up to learn from each race and improve for the next one.

The third mantra was about staying checked in to my body throughout the race. As things start to really hurt I can sometimes focus too much on handling the hurt in my head and forget about how I’m placing my feet, relaxing my shoulders, leaning forward and just scanning my body and reminding myself “we’re good”. I’d also had a week of the 'tweaks’. My right knee had this weird tweak to it, my left hip felt tight and kept mini-cramping, my right shoulder had an annoying click to it. Sometimes you can over focus on those little niggling things and make them into something they’re not. This mantra reminded me to stay checked-in to my body, and if I did that, I knew I’d have the best chance of an injury free day. 

So how’d it go?

A few pacing reminders

A few pacing reminders

Well, the 1st km was about getting the heart rate going and finding my legs. Don’t go crazy, don’t get held up in traffic. That all happened.

Kilometres 2-5 were about staying strong and steady, and not burning too many matches. That mostly happened, though I might have still gone a little too hard for this point of the race. 

Kilometre 6: deal with the Hornby climb and Burrard Bridge. Basically, run it strong but not so strong that it causes unnecessary lactate build-up. Check. Pain level is climbing. Also somewhere around here my heart rate strap started acting up. I’d just come up an incline and my watch said I was at 109, and I knew that couldn’t be right. While I don’t hang off the HR numbers, I use them as a sense check for how I’m feeling vs. where my body’s at.

Kilometres 7-9: now we’re hurting pretty good. My lungs and torso felt strained. I go to some not great places mentally. I actually considered stepping off the gas significantly to catch a break. My version of “The Blerch” – what my favourite funny cartoonist The Oatmeal calls it - was saying all sorts of unhelpful stuff around being unprepared, under-rested, etc. Thankfully, this was also that part of the race that I’d decided I was willing to hurt through so you just push on. I did not enjoy it. 

Last km: Paaain! Time to lift – and get that last km split back down under 4 mins. I’m stoked to see that finish line; my whole body is well past the red line. I’m toast.

Results:

Final times: chip time 40:32, 10k time on Strava 39:49. For me, knowing I can run 10k in under 40 at this point in the season is what I care about – so I go off Strava time and consider my ‘good’ time goal as having been achieved. Clearly I have work to do on hitting that ‘dream time’ – there is speed work in the near future…

Thank-you Strava!

Thank-you Strava!

And goals 2 and 3? Check and check. I didn’t pace off anyone else. I noticed people passing and said to myself “that’s ok”. Checked-in with my own pace and carried on. And I was constantly scanning my body and separating the good hurt from the bad hurt – of which there was none. 

Post-race. Glad to be done.

Post-race. Glad to be done.

As for the race itself, it was well organized in that they got all the basics right (chip timing, corralling of competitors, gear check and pick-up, course signage and marshalling) but no points for surprise and delight. Email communications could have been better (more clear and concise); they ran out of my size of competitor shirt (but, being plain cotton and not exactly awesome it wasn’t anything to feel miffed about missing out on). At $50 for entry into one of North America’s biggest 10k races, I felt like it was good value and I’d definitely do it again. 

The next race is a big one: my first solo triathlon; the Olympic distance at the Subaru Shawnigan Lake Triathlon.

Onwards.

Colour me crazy, “Color Me RAD”! by Jonas Caruana

Imagine a 5K run where they don’t bother giving you a timing chip, nor organising you into time-segmented corrals despite thousands of participants at the start line. Instead, you’re instructed to turn up in your tennis whites, ready to get clobbered by The Colour Bomb Squad. Losing would mean finishing the race clean. Winning happens to those who come out looking like a tie-dyed hippy batting flecks of coloured corn starch from their eyelashes. This is “Color Me Rad”.

Colo(u)r Me Rad is a ridiculously fun event – we had such a blast! Check out the video above to see the action. Shout out to the crew from Dave’s Run Club at Lululemon St. Catherine, and to the peeps at my Lululemon store on Greene Avenue (where I’m a proud Ambassador). So cool running with you guys!

Now, this was a proper event after all and for the record, a well executed operation. Packet pick-up was a breeze. The staffers were cool.  The official race shirt is a casual cotton tee with a sweet design – I’ll actually wear it. We also got some cool sunnies and a “RAD” temporary tattoo. The event course was well marked. Plenty of Porta Potties at the start. I didn’t use the coatcheck, but it was available, for free. Starting and finishing at the Olympic Stadium gave the event a cool backdrop. All in all, solid marks for a well-run event.

Now, a few tips for those who plan to do an event like this:

  • Don’t come planning to “run a good time”. You’ll have to time yourself for starters, and more importantly, you’ll be missing the point. Get a crew of friends together and come ready to get messy!
  • There are a lot of people and believe it or not, you kinda can’t rely on getting lucky to get coated with colour. If you wanna come out looking like you just went to war against an army of Skittles, get in front of the volunteers who are hurling colour powder and shout for some love. They’ll happily oblige. Sometimes with an entire box of it.
  • Bring a waterproof / dirtproof camera so you can capture the action and some priceless shots on the course. I ran with a GoPro Hero HD. A ton of people carried their smartphones in ziplock bags which worked fine. A few carried smartphones without ziplock bags. Not sure those phones still work…

You might be wondering how you clean all that colour off. Well, it comes off pretty easily, but 36 hours post-race and my buddy Dave’s inner ear is still stubbornly blue and my feet look like they’ve actually been tie-dyed. It’s not for lack of scrubbing, let me tell you. Oh, and we’re still blowing blue boogers! Might sound gross, but it’s kinda like what you’d get if you surfed a rainbow and got dunked – souvenirs of a great day.

Would I recommend? Absolutely. It was Canadian Thanksgiving (Sunday, October 7th) and getting together with a big crew of mates to run and laugh our heads off was the perfect way to get it started. And, looking back over the 2012 race season which included obstacle raceshalf marathons and other more intense physical challenges, this was a fun way to cap it off before we start thinking about winter sports.

Dave, TK and me

Dave, TK and me

Stair Climbing for the Win! by Jonas Caruana

On the weekend, I participated in the WWF CN Tower Climb: a timed race up the stairs of the CN Tower in Toronto, the tallest freestanding structure in North America at 553.33m.  The event is a fundraiser for the World Wildlife Fund, whom Training Mobs partnered with to help promote and to prepare participants in advance with stair-climbing specific mobs.

The race itself involves climbing 1,776 stairs; 144 flights. You get sent up in small groups about every minute so as not to clog the stairwell. According to the official results released yesterday morning, there were 4,343 individual times recorded and at 13m 06s, I was 33rd fastest. 

Going into the race, I’d had limited training, considered myself “out of shape” compared to my personal fitness benchmarks and had no idea how to tackle that many stairs – so this one fell into the “have a crack at it and let’s see how we go” bucket. All I knew was that I seem to cross my anaerobic threshold somewhere around a heart rate of 175 bpm - and that if I blew past that too early, I’d be toast.

So the first 40 flights I’m thinking “This is a race, I’m gonna run these!” and at a steady but not crazy cadence, am hopping up stairs two at a time, taking a one at a time break every several flights for mini-recovery.

But when I got to that 40th flight, I was already starting to feel the burn and knew I had to change strategy. So I settled back into a steady stepping between stairs, taking two at a time, and grabbing the rails to help pull myself up. Another guy passed me and I paced up to stay with him, and we went the next 40 flights or so together.

Having passed the halfway mark and seeing how quickly the flights were going by, I overtook my pacer, urged him to come with me and started to amp things up. Before I knew it I had 20 flights to go and I could hear people shouting at me from above telling me I was almost there, and next thing I knew I was handing my timing card (yep, physical timing card!) off to a volunteer and taking the last few steps to the finish.

I didn’t go all out at the end because I had to be on my feet and bursting with energy for the next 5 hours of promoting at the Training Mobs stand, so it felt great to finish strong and still have plenty left in the tank; I was nowhere near the puke zone.

How would I play it differently next time? I’d be steadily stepping - not hopping - between stairs from the beginning. I’d use the rails, and go early to make sure I got a clear stairwell like I did this time. And I’d leave it all on the stairwell and push to the puke zone by the top (I barely spent any time in my anaerobic zone). Next time, my goal is a sub-11 minute time.

The fastest guy I saw did it in 10:06, and he looked like the kind of guy that would just float up the stairs. He was completely nonchalant about his 10 minute time and calmly mentioned that – given a clear stairwell – he’d easily knock another minute or two off that time. Looking at this guy, I believed him!

Overall, the event was great. The volunteers were many and all super helpful and nice: I lost count of how many times I was told “great job!” and “thanks for your support”. Small gestures; but they made a huge different to the guest experience. The card-based timing system’s a bit old school but I was told that this year they were testing electronic timing and hopefully next year that’s how they’ll roll for everyone.

Would I recommend the event? Absolutely. It’s got high novelty factor and I get a total kick out of walking down the streets of Toronto, looking up at the CN Tower and thinking “f*** yeah, I raced up that thing!”. It was also a really cool way to make my very first trip up the Tower – and the view from the top is incredible.

Worth it. Totally worth it!