On the June the 8th the ITU World Championship race will take place.
I'll be going over there and cheering hard for the Canadians but it's a damn shame that I won't be able to cheer for at least five of my friends and athletes who had earned a spot in the race. In the end they all felt the $825 it was going to cost them to race was simply too much and in at least two cases, the decision not to race was based on principal and not their financial state.
There is no doubt that holding a race in downtown Vancouver must be an expensive affair but I've never heard of that kind of a fee. Hawaii is almost half the price.
Here's the breakdown:
Race entry $300 (I'm told a record in short course history)
Mandatory Team Kit: $250 that doesn't include the
Orca race uniform which is: $150 Orca is suppose to be a sponsor of the event. Doesn't sound like much of a sponsorship.
Something called a Team Fee: $125
That's $825.
And here's an interesting little tidbit:
In 2006 an ITU congress passed a resolution to protect athletes from unscrupulous race organizers - World Championship entry fees would not exceed $200 but a funny thing happened on the way to Vancouver (home of the ITU) the resolution was suddenly waived and the figure was changed to 200 Euros! The reason given was the huge impact the declining US dollar had on the Canadian dollar. Wow.
True evil is not in the act but the rationalization of it after.
So many people dropped out of the race the organizers are now selling the multitude of vacancies. Buyers must pay all the above fees plus a $150 processing fee and they're in the World Championships.
I actually considered doing just that but it didn't feel right. It's my opinion that anyone who buys their way into the race should be differentiated from those who earned there way there (a black arm band with a white dollar sign would be good) I was lead to understand that the uniform would have no such distinctions. Rather than just take rumour as truth I emailed Tri Canada and asked them about this obvious issue. They didn't respond so I didn't enter.
The World Championships will go off on June the 8th but how many of the athletes there will be the best from around the world?
One thing you can know for sure - those racing will not be from wrong of the tracks. Good to keep the riff raff out.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
The World Championships - Only the best need apply
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Real Race Report
Okay, enough glibness.
I started this blog for fun but also for athletes and coaches to exchange ideas and maybe we all learn something. I sure as hell hope I've learned something!
This was the first race I looked forward to doing from a results point of view since I first stopped racing in the early 90s.
I'm by no means at the top of my game but I'd been consistent and injury free for several months. My weight was down and I had confidence in my taper.
I was well hydrated going into the day. I'd kept a water bottle in my hand constantly in the week leading up to the event. I was in the john every hour and clear as spring water.
I knew I wasn't going to be setting any records out there but I thought I should be capable of a pretty good race - certainly under
The Race
I stood at the front of my age group on the start line. I planned to start the swim aggressively and get in a good pack for the first buoy at 200m. 30" from the start some dick the size of a Mack truck came crawling out of the water and stood right in front of me. I asked him if he would be swimming under 27' (4' faster than I'd swam in 20 years) he said no and stepped aside.
With less than 10" to the gun I realized my goggles were sitting on my forehead. I quickly flipped them down and the gun went off.
I charged into the drink and dove - and was instantly half blind. In my haste to get my goggles on my face I didn't seat the left one properly. I ignored it as best I could and kept up the sprint to the buoy. The plan worked well. I saw one stud for sure had pulled away but I had managed to stay with the lead pack and find clear water. In fact it was a little too clear. I don't think I swam two stokes on anyone's feet the entire swim.
After the buoy and things settled down I took a moment to adjust my goggle and carry on.
Soon I began to overtake the slower swimmers from the younger age groups. The rest of the swim was an obstacle course. I came across one unfortunate fellow doing the breast stroke. The guy probably thought I was an aspiring proctologist. We exchanged numbers and soon I hit the turn around - which is really a double right turn.
Another rookie mistake alert here. I didn't know exactly the route to return to the dock. I've always just assumed I'd have lots of guys to follow. Now I looked up and all I saw was a sea of multi coloured caps and buoys. Long story short (or a short swim long) I went for the wrong buoy. I eventually realized my mistake and corrected my path. It probably cost me about 50m.
Out of the water I checked my watch and was pleased to see 30:32. That's a good time for me - about 30" faster than I thought I would go. It's only 30" but when you go faster than you hoped then it's always good.
Got on the bike and headed out. Great start. I kept myself under control and passed a steady stream of slower younger riders. No one in my age group was catching me.
But it was starting to get pretty hot. At the first aid station I grabbed a bottle of water to go with my bottle of super dense Carbo Pro (800 calories).
I sip the CP and grab water at each aid station. It's what I've done for years and it works for me.
I also figured it was time to pop a few Thermolytes. I kept them in an empty Nuun bottle.
Rookie mistake number three - don't go for pills when descending at 40k an hour. I popped the Nuun bottle, instantly hit a bump and my Thermolytes flew like chicklets down the street.
5' later I reached for my Carbo Pro and realized it, along with my water bottle, had jettisoned - rookie mistake number four. Two elastic bands attached to the cage then looped over the bottle nipples and I'd have had my water and calories throughout.
It was a long way to the next aid station. Some dude riding beside me, going for his sainthood badge gave me one of his water bottles. I was extremely grateful. I wish I'd gotten his race number and looked him up later.
After that there's little to say. There was no big moment where I smashed into a wall it was just a steady decline in performance.
The middle 1/3 of the race was tough but I held my ground. The last 1/3 of the race I started to feel queer. Something wasn't right but I just couldn't put my finger on it. My arms were shaking and I had the chills. I had come to terms with the fact I was going to come in with a slow bike time but I never considered dropping out. I figured I'd shake it off in the run.
I wracked my bike with a
As soon as I started running I knew I was dehydrated. My tongue felt like a stick in my mouth. I borrowed a page from Pete's book and was aggressive at each station. I walked while drinking and dousing but it was too late. Within a few hundred meters of each station my mouth was dry again.
I hobbled to the finish line in
I was thinking of heading down to the lake and jumping in but a med guy was suddenly in my face and suggesting I go with him. It sounded like a good idea.
Things went bad after that.
I'd never suffered from heat stroke before and it's no fun. I was in there for 2 hours and two bags of IV plus a litre of Gatorade. Four hours later I pee'd for the first time.
My race plan doesn't change much from race to race. 300-400 calories and a bottle of liquid an hour. I stuck to that for WF but in that heat I needed to adjust and probably as much as double the water intake. The salt tablets would have helped as well.
For what it's worth, that's how the day went.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Wildflower Report
Wildflower Race Report
Ran really slow.
Two hours in the med tent.
Race and learn.
Wildflower Trip - Photos
Pete gave specific instructions - no coffee after Monday.
I went with the biggest one I could find.
Heather and I running at Wolf Creek.
More Wolf Creek
Mt Shasta
A little track we stopped near on the drive down.
I enjoyed a great little drill session here.
Chuckie V and Angela Naeth
The smallest tent in the world.
Heather checking out a deer that was checking
us out.
Wild Turkeys being wild.
Julie Moss and Sam the day before.
The night before. Nervous.
A few hours before the race.
After a good swim.
This guy ended up swimming very fast in
the Oly race even with that damn mask on!
Happy victors with a Special guy.
Me lounging with Ian and Chris. Yes, that's a
beer in my hand!
Our friend David finishing the Oly on Sunday.
Hot day!
Happy David. I'm happy too because the
race is behind me!
So long WF.
Monday, May 5, 2008
In Fond Memory
It with great sadness that I say goodbye to my loving companion Kink.
It seems her tiny heart didn't work so good.
She gave me and Carolyn Murray a great deal of comfort in her life.
