Last year at this time, I was trying to post an article everyday. I guess we know how that went!
So… for the first TriRiot blog post of 2021 A.C. 1)Anno Covidi, I’m going to point you to a YouTube video and another web page. How’s that for shirking responsibility?
But here’s a little background anyway.
A Little Background
I use a chest strap heart rate monitor. I’m not sure exactly how it works but I think it has something to do with electrical impulses associated with heart beats. Recently, I purchased an optical arm band heart rate monitor. I don’t know how it works either, but I have had my doubts about the accuracy of the optical type for some time. The benefit is that it doesn’t chafe like the chest strap.
Because of my doubts, I performed a little experiment to see if the monitors produced similar results.
TriRiot YouTube Video
If you click on the chart below, your browser will open a new tab with some details about the comparison and a chart that you can use to summarize portions of the data.
One little pandemic and everyone hates 2020. Sure it sucked and a good chunk of 2021 will be very similar: social distancing, masks, lockdowns, etc. As far as triathlon goes almost all big races were canceled and the one that made a lot of news was Challenge Daytona.
How many times have we read about an athlete on the verge of losing motivation because they didn’t have any races to cap off their training? How many times did we hear an athlete complain about IRONMAN’s lack of communication regarding race schedules? And how many rhetorical questions does it take to get across my point that 2020 has been a rough year?
On the bright side, some of the jokes about 2020 have been kind of funny.
Let me share my perspective. 2018 and 2019 were difficult years.
In February of 2018, our dear friend Carol died. Out of the blue. Completely unexpected. You think you know someone for 30 years then they up and die on you. That’s a punch in the heart.
My father-in-law couldn’t attend that funeral, because he was fighting prostate cancer. But not any more, because about a month after Carol died, Don left us. That day we found out Mark, the father of our godson, had just died in a motorcycle accident. And those two deaths happened two days before my wife’s birthday. We spent Lori’s birthday making funeral arrangements for two and custody arrangements for one.
Not much later, Channing died of liver cancer. He was one of the people who made going to work a pleasure. The following video features Channing and Ricky as my would-be coaches.
Then Joan, my mom’s oldest and closest friend, died of some horrible cancer that I won’t try to pronounce.
Everyone dies sooner or later, but I’m way too young to know this many dead people, especially friends.
Just when you think life is going to get back to normal, another storm hits you. This time it was a real storm. I was in London for business in September of 2018 when reports of Hurricane Florence were predicting land fall in the Carolinas near my home. Flights were being canceled but I was able to cut my business short and get one of the last flights into Raleigh where I rented a car and drove the two hours home. I was just in time to help prepare for the impending storm.
The storm itself did very little if any direct damage to my property, but it dumped over 30 inches of rain in three days. Why worry? We didn’t live in a flood zone.
The highest flood on record before Florence was caused by Hurricane Floyd in 1999 and I’m told the water never came near our property. The water gauge at the river back then read 22 feet. Three days after Florence blew out, the river gauge read 26 feet and my house, which is four feet off the ground, had almost a foot of water sitting in it for a week. We were evacuated by helicopter to Wilmington.
Thanks to the kindness of Delores, our daughter’s boyfriend’s mother and our friend, we had a place to stay for two months while we waited for government assistance.
Traumatic? Yes. But the struggle went on.
The first bit of assistance we received came from the county engineer or fire marshal or someone like that. He posted a note on our door informing us that the house was uninhabitable.
We finally did receive two government camping trailers to live in while we rebuilt the house. They were small, cold and came with monthly inspections from the agency that provided them, but they were a godsend. We lived in them for a year.
The road called 2019 looked like the path to a better life. Ultimately it did take us to the place we had hoped: living back in our house. However, there were some bumps and potholes in that road that made life a challenge for us.
I had registered for several races in 2019: Lake Havasu and New York City among others. Lori’s favorite cat, Ivory, started showing signs of a serious illness, so we spent an entire day at a specialty animal hospital instead of traveling to California for the Havasu race. I missed that race, but that’s just how important Ivory was.
With Ivory’s health in decline and a busy work schedule, I made the difficult decision to defer my entry to the New York City Triathlon. It eventually was canceled due to the predicted heat index for race day.
Ivory would get better, then get worse, then get better in a sine wave cycle that lasted five months or so. It was an emotional roller coaster that I don’t care to repeat. She passed away in August. She is missed.
Then came Hurricane Dorien in September. Because we were living in little trailers, we were told to evacuate. Evacuation isn’t easy when you have horses, cats and dogs, but it had to be done. We got in touch with a friend of a friend of a friend who let us keep the animals in her barn while we stayed at a motel somewhere in South Carolina far away from the coast. Imagine having to leave your partially rebuilt house not knowing if it will be completely destroyed when you get home.
We were lucky. The house and trailers didn’t suffer any damage. There were some trees and limbs that had to be cleaned up, but no major damage.
You already know about the viral pandemic of 2020. That’s why I’m writing this post.
Yes. 2020 has been a difficult year and the struggles will not end simply because the calendar changes to 2021. But I am so thankful to have a job as many have lost theirs. I am thankful to have a house, because many are on the verge of eviction. I am also thankful to live where I can swim, bike and run in my own space.
I’ve been getting used to a new “normal” for the past three years. Join me. It’s not as bad as it could be.
I was listening to Triathlon Taren the other day. He mentioned how he and others have felt a kind of depression due to so many race cancelations and travel restrictions. I get it. After all, this is 2020 A.C. 1) Anno COVIDI .
Even though I know what he’s talking about, I don’t feel the same. First, let me say that I have a lot of sympathy for everyone feeling down or struggling with lockdowns, layoffs and deaths. If that is you, you may want to stop reading this post now and click over to something else, because the rest of this post is a bit sunny and I don’t want you to feel like I’m rubbing your nose in anything. I’m not.
This year has actually been very good for me and my triathlon future. I’m sure the performance gains are completely unrelated to any effects of the COVID pandemic, but I have definitely thrived in this environment. I train by myself most of the time anyway.
For everyone out there mentally and emotionally struggling with race cancelations and postponements, I want to offer some advice:
Keep your eye on the future
That’s the only way I know how to get through this. I expect my KQ2) Kona Qualification ambitions will deliver results in about five years. It could even be 10 years before I qualify. With that in mind, I can suffer through almost anything in the short term… and that’s what this pandemic is. It will be downgraded in the next year or two and life will get back to a new normal.
This is very similar to how I handled my post race depression. I just made plans for race #2 long before I started race #1. After the November 2009 IRONMAN® Arizona, I fell into a deep depression. It impacted my whole life: family, work, training. In the video below, I ponder the causes of such depression and talk about what I did in 2016 to prevent it.
Stay safe. Stay healthy. I want to see you at a race in 2021 (or 2022 if necessary).
Many of us in the Northern Hemisphere are just beginning to plan and train for the 2021 season. This is a good time to think about how you are going to execute those transitions in your shorter distance races. Those are the races where fast transition times can really help.
In this video, I deliver some hard evidence of the value of practicing and executing fast transitions.
Of the two main variables in a training program, volume and intensity, volume has been easily measured for decades. On the other hand, intensity has suffered from a lack of accuracy until recently. Power meters can quantify intensity like no other device outside of a laboratory. The power meter revolutionized training and racing.
An Intensity Benchmark
Power is certainly accurate, and relatively easy to measure. But absolute power values are meaningless from one workout to the next. A benchmark had to be developed for the sake of comparisons and that benchmark is called functional threshold power (FTP) 1)Ballinger, A. 2020. What is FTP in Cycling and How Do I Test and Improve It? Cycling Weekly. https://www.cyclingweekly.com/fitness/ftp-cycling-3638652)Anon. . What Is Functional Threshold Power. TrainingPeaks. https://www.trainingpeaks.com/blog/what-is-threshold-power/. It is most commonly defined as the maximum effort one can sustain for 60 minutes on the bike (Allen et. al, 2019)3)Allen, H., Coggan, A. and McGreggor, S. 2019. Training and Racing with a Power Meter, 3rd ed. Velo Press. Boulder CO.
Functional Threshold Power is a point estimate of a theoretical construct so it is not going to solve all your training problems. But it can be very useful.
There are different ways to estimate FTP. My coach, Sami, and I use a method similar to that of Friel (2016)4)Friel, J. 2016. The Triathlete’s Training Bible 4th Ed. VeloPress, Boulder, CO. p.47 which involves a 20 minute maximum effort on the bike. For this discussion, let’s call that Max20. The resulting average watts of the 20 minute effort can be multiplied by 0.95 to approximate the actual 60 minute functional threshold power (FTP). In our implementation of the test, there is an extra five minute all-out effort before the 20 minute effort. It gives us a little extra data to play with and as long as each subsequent test has the same protocol, I can compare results among tests to see how my fitness is improving.
Why pedal for 20 minutes to approximate a 60 minute effort?
Sixty minutes of pedaling at your highest constant effort is difficult. In fact, it’s grueling. It is very hard to maintain the power you believe should be your FTP for that amount of time. And in order to perform the test correctly you must have a pretty good idea of what your FTP is going to be before you even start the test so you can pace it correctly.
All of this has lead me to the question:
Can I validate the results of my 20 minute FTP test?
How accurate is FTP20 for predicting a 60 minute effort (FTP)?
Validation vs. Confirmation
I know from the get go that I won’t be able to validate my FTP estimate from a 20 minute test (FTP20).
Statistics. That’s why I can’t validate my FTP20. There is one experimental unit (myself) and, at this point, there is one replicate (one recent measure of FTP20). That’s what they mean when they say, “n equals one.” Therefore, this is not so much a validation, but a confirmation of sorts.
So, to confirm my FTP20, I need to generate a 60 minute all out effort (FTP60) and see if
FTP60 = FTP20 = 0.95 x Max20
The 20 Minute Test (FTP20)
This workout was held on 11/14/2020 and it went something like this:
10′ warm up: easy spin
3 x [60″ @ z3, 60″ @ z1] (z3 can be based on RPE or previous FTP estimate)
5′ @ z1
5′ all out
10′ @ z1 recovery
20′ all out
5′ cool down
‘ = minutes, ” = seconds
Average power for the 20 minute effort was 220w. Multiply that by 0.95 and we get FTP = 209w. Now, let’s get a little rest and then confirm that estimate with an “hour of power.”
The 60 Minute Test (FTP60)
After a week of mostly low intensity and low volume training it was time to complete the “hour of power” on 11/21/2020.
This workout was a bit more simple than the previous FTP test.
15′ warm up.
5′ cool down
In the first test of FTP, we determined FTP20 to be 209w. From the table on the right, we can see that the average power for the 60 minute effort (FTP60) was 209w.
I think high power statistics are not necessary to conclude that my FTP60 confirms my FTP20.
Like I said above, I do not consider this a validation. It’s possible that the two estimates are identical by chance. After all, “n equals one.” There are many sources of variation and I accounted for only a few. Also, notice how the minimum power is zero in both tests. During the 20 minute and 60 minute intervals I never stopped pedaling which means either the measuring device in the wheel hub is dropping watts or the head unit is dropping watts. The effect may be inconsequential, but I don’t know for sure.
Another factor that may have affected the outcome is bias. I may not have pedaled as hard as possible on the second test, because I knew what my initial test results were. It’s possible that I subconsciously tried to make the results match. I truly doubt that’s the case because I can not pedal smoothly enough to hold the power output constant so the power meter displays a very large range of numbers. Aiming for one particular number would require a higher level of averaging or smoothing than what I was monitoring.
For now, however, I have a high degree of confidence in my current estimate of FTP and the 20 minute testing protocol.
I’ll Take 20 Over 60 Any Day
The 20 minute test is hard enough. Putting out a maximal sustained effort requires pacing and focus. The 60 minute maximal effort is brutal. If you plan on trying it (and I suggest you do if only because my misery loves your company), here are some of my notes and observations:
Both tests were performed on a training stand with hydrostatic resistance.
The power meter is a PowerTap® in the hub of the rear wheel.
I used my FTP20 as a guide for pacing the 60 minute effort.
In the first 10 minutes, I aimed for an average watts of 200 to 205.
After that I just tried to increase the power slowly.
The effort felt easy for the first 15 minutes.
From minute 15 to 30, the effort steadily got harder and harder to maintain the same power. I considered quitting the test.
From minute 30 to 45, I was in hell. Too late to quit.
In the last 15 minutes hell rejected me so I had no one to blame but myself if I did quit. Something inside kept pushing, but at one point, I begged for the watch to move faster.
About 50% of my time was in the aero bars compared to about 60% for the 20 minute test.
No video games like Zwift®, Rouvy®, etc.; no music, no videos.
So, in conclusion, it seems that my FTP20 is an acceptable estimator of my FTP. Now on to the next question,
How can I be confident that my FTP is an accurate estimator of my anaerobic threshold?
For example, did you know that there is a number to indicate the firmness of your bacon? If enough bacon eaters complain about soft bacon, the bacon makers of the world are going to find a way to make it better and the only way they know how to make it better is by quantifying bacon firmness1)Savell, J. and Gehring, K. 2019. Meat Perspectives: Explaining soft bellies and testing firmness. Meat + Poultry. https://www.meatpoultry.com/articles/21126-meat-perspectives-demystifying-soft-bellies.
I can’t make up this stuff. It’s how I make a living… sort of.
I’m the kind of person who sees beauty in numbers and patterns in complex data sets. Therefore, I’m the kind of triathlete who likes to collect numbers: power, pace, heart rate, etc. However, I do have my limits.
The Power of Feel
Is it possible that numbers like watts and beats per minute could distract athletes from getting a true feel for their sport?
How many of us are too busy listening for the Tempo Trainer to beep instead of feeling the arm as it catches the water?
With a heads up display inside the latest gadgety swim goggles, you probably don’t even have to count laps anymore. (Maybe that’s not such a bad thing actually).
Power meters used to be exclusively a bike gadget. Now you can measure run power if you have the right expensive device.
Heart rate? That’s so 90’s. Today you’d better be monitoring heart rate variability (HRV) so you know when you are sick, because you shouldn’t trust your own feelings.
I’m reminded of a bike ride from about four weeks ago. The pace was easy, the cadence was relaxed, yet my heart rate was over 130 beats per minute. That’s what my trusty Garmin® sport watch told me. Because that’s what the watch said, I accepted the number as an accurate representation of heart rate and reduced my bike speed to the point of almost falling over. My HR was supposed to stay below 100. It finally occurred to me that something was not right.
Pulling off the road, I checked the pulse with a finger in the neck and an eye on the digital chronometer. The finger method may not be as convenient as an ANT+ radio signal from a chest strap, but I trust it as being far more accurate. You never know when microscopic electronic components will go bad. By giving myself the finger (three times), I measured a heart rate of 85bpm. And the watch? It still said my heart rate was over 100, way over 100.
Later, I found out that the battery in the chest strap had died and the displayed heart rate was being measured from optical sensors on the back of the watch. Those optical sensors are notoriously inaccurate in my experience.
Can we learn pace without a GPS device? Can we learn cadence without a bike computer? Can we be triathletes without all the numbers? Of course we can.
For some people, it takes years to generate the feel of the moment. I’ve been doing this sport for 14 years and I still have trouble getting into the right run pace without help from the GPS elves. On the other hand, I know what a good catch feels like in the water. At 500 meters into a swim, I can tell if my form is falling apart and I can tell if it’s from fatigue or daydreaming. These are good things to know.
Having a good feel for the sport only comes from experience, loads of experience.
The Power of Numbers
I can think of two very good reasons to train by the numbers:
Accuracy. Certain factors, highly correlated to sport performance, go unnoticed by our natural senses. Any athlete can set their training level by monitoring their own perceived exertion (commonly called Relative Perceived Exertion on a scale of one to ten). But how accurate is that from one day to the next? On Monday you may feel great and have a great workout. On Thursday your mind might be preoccupied with something that makes the training feel more difficult than usual regardless of how hard the body was actually stressed in training. Often it takes objective measures to cut through the noise of our perceptions so we can more accurately estimate what we want. In fact, it often takes complex statistical models to cut through the noise that bombards our senses every second during a workout in order to build a truly informative picture of our fitness (e.g. TSS score).
Discipline. Old habits die hard. Here’s a scenario that may sound familiar. Your workout for today is an easy 60 minute run. As you start the workout, you feel great, but a little nagging voice in your head says, “You’re uh, going kinda slow dontchya think? You’d better pick up that pace if you want to actually train for that upcoming race.” And before 30 minutes into the run, the pace is much closer to race pace than what the workout called for. This is where the numbers come in handy. A good heart rate, pace or power monitor can warn you when you are getting off track from your intended workout plan.
This is your captain speaking…
I’m not an airline pilot. Neither am I an air traffic controller. So if the upcoming analogy is way off, you know why.
Balancing numbers and feel is like flying a commercial jet liner. The captain has to know the numbers. No matter how automated the system, the captain must be able to interpret the numbers, process them and take action. Sometimes, those numbers come from air traffic control: altitude, direction, speed, etc. Other times those numbers come from the instruments in the cockpit: fuel levels, hydraulic pressure, passenger weight distribution. Numbers, however, are not enough. Imagine this:
“Good morning, Ladies and Gentlemen. This is your captain speaking. I just want you to know that you are in very capable hands. Out of 100 students I was top in my class for interpreting flight data. We are going to have a lot of fun today, because this is the first time I’ve ever been in a real cockpit…“
Hopefully the cabin door hasn’t already been locked by then.
Remember Sully, the pilot who landed a plane full of passengers in the Hudson River? I’m pretty sure he would be the first to tell you that there’s a point where the numbers are good, but your intuition and feel are vital.
I have a confession of road rage. Actually, it’s not so much road rage as much as it is road perspective. Would people drive big vehicles at high speeds if they intrinsically knew how much energy those vehicles consume?
This post is about finding that place where we as humans can appreciate what it takes to move through space/time at superhuman velocities.
Car Versus Human
I may be a triathlete, but I’m not just talking about swimming, biking and running. Imagine yourself driving down a highway in your favorite car. Chances are your car is powered by multiple pistons being forced into motion by well controlled explosions inside of a metal block that weighs a few hundred pounds. Now imagine trying to carry your car on your back as you walk the short distance from the parking lot to the chiropractor’s office. I don’t know how many people can do that, but the percentage of people on earth who can would probably fill this page with zeros (either I’m exaggerating or using a large font).
Yet this engine, with its controlled explosions, can move you, your family, some cargo, and those long forgotten McDonald’s french fries under the seat down the highway at 70+ miles per hour for thousands of miles before tune ups and oil changes. I, on the other hand, can run a five mile loop at a tenth of the speed which then requires a recovery drink and hot shower. This perspective alone might make me appreciate how hard the car works to drive me twenty five minutes to Wilmington just so I can run five miles for forty something minutes. And in my 40 minutes of running I put out less “work” than my car did to get me there.
So, when I see someone behind the wheel of a speeding vehicle, I think to myself,
“How many of you truly have an appreciation for the amount of energy it takes to move your vehicle down the road at whatever breakneck speed you can get away with?”
The question may be rhetorical, but it has serious implications for all of us humans who want more and want it now. I have no data to back up this claim, but I believe that if more people had a feel for just how much energy is required to start their cars, they would likely do more walking, running and/or cycling. I once knew a guy who lived on a remote cattle ranch in New Mexico. He would run several miles to his mailbox at the main road. I’ve also known people who would drive less than a mile on a beautiful day to the post office and then sit around the house because they had nothing to do.
The real eye-opener for me was the power meter on my bike. When I first got the power meter, I could hold about 200 watts pedaling for an hour. I thought that was pretty good because I imagined lighting two 100 watt incandescent light bulbs. But my curiosity got the best of me and I wanted to know how I compared to my car, a 2007 Toyota Yaris.
According to Wikipedia, Vincent can generate up to 89 horsepower. (Yes ,I named my car). In reality, it’s probably only using a portion of that. Let’s assume 50% (45hp). Forty five horsepower is equal to roughly 33,500 watts. Vincent, one of the smallest street legal cars in the U.S., weighs only 13 times my own weight but puts out over 167 times the energy that I do and he can do it for much longer. He can produce over seven watts per kilogram all day long. And that is on the low end. In the cycling world, you would be a top level professional cyclist if you could hold that kind of power to weight ratio for all of five minutes 1) “How much better are pro cyclists?”. Cyclist. https://www.cyclist.co.uk/in-depth/539/how-much-better-are-pro-cyclists .
How many drivers truly have that appreciation? I’m sure most endurance athletes do, because they feel the pain in their legs from pushing 300 watts earlier that day. Ever since I started training for triathlon, I’ve been much nicer to my vehicles. I get the oil changed on time (almost on time). I know my mechanic on a first name basis (Nick, in case you are wondering). I also, drive more respectfully of others. Perhaps the biggest impact from this insight is that I value efficiency over speed and style (regarding my vehicles).
I don’t want to give the impression that I negatively judge anyone simply because they drive a large vehicle at 79mph on Interstate 40. I myself own a big truck/lory that I use to haul cargo and horses. The U.S. has cheap fuel, wide roads and a car culture built in to the social fabric. There are neither economic nor social incentives to drive efficient vehicles.
The point of my rambling in this post is that, because of my triathlon experiences, I have a feel for how much energy it takes to move, and because of that insight, I live my life just a little bit differently than I used to.
IRONMAN® Florida 2020 will go down in triathlon history as being the first IRONMAN® branded event to witness a finisher with Down Syndrome.
Against the odds of common societal belief, Chris Nikic did it. His 1% vision is truly inspiring and, in my opinion, will lead to a new way of thinking about reaching goals. I say this, not because you might think he is any more challenged than anyone else. I say this because most of us want 100% change immediately and we struggle with what we actually get in return. Chris’ view is spot on with the reality of endurance: it takes time to develop the skills necessary for long course racing.
Learn more about Chris from his website. And while you’re there, buy a T-shirt. I did!
My old Specialized bike shoes hit retirement age… about five years ago. Funny story about them:
Mike, Marty and I were riding up in Sampson County near Newton’s Crossroads. That’s about mile 54 of the old Beach2Battleship iron distance triathlon. About the time we turned down Willard Rd, this bitch came out of nowhere and got on my case. She must have gotten tired of nursing her pups and figured she would scare the crap out of some cyclists. We rode as fast as we could for about two miles and she stayed right with us, barking and threatening to take me down. Teats flopping and teeth gnashing, she tried nipping at my shoes.
Finally, after two miles she backed off, but Marty and Mike harassed me from that day forward about my shoes. Even back then those shoes were rank and ratty which lead my friends to believe the dog was after the shoes. It’s quite possible. The shoes did smell a bit like roadkill.
With help from Charlie, my bike mechanic, I picked out a new pair of shoes, Shimano SH-TR9. They looked OK on the website, but when they arrived, I was shocked by the bright blue color.
Now my friends have something new to harass me about!
Overall, the shoe is pretty good: stiff and comfortable. Other than the color, there is one thing that really bothers me about this model of shoe. The straps fasten on the medial side of the foot: the inside between the shoe and the bike frame. Not only is that awkward to fasten while you’re pedaling out of T1, but the tip of the strap bumps the crank arm if you don’t firmly press it down on the shoe. Watch the video. You’ll see what I mean.
On behalf of TriRiot (as much as I’d like, I can’t really speak for anyone else), I want to extend a warm welcome to all the athletes coming to North Carolina for the WithoutLimits® Half Pro-Am. It should be understood from the get-go, however, that TriRiot has no official affiliation with the race, so please don’t ask me for a refund if you can’t make it.
In less than two weeks 53 athletes will toe the line for 1.2 miles of swimming, 56 miles of cycling and 13.1 miles of running in the tiny Bladen County town of White Lake, North Carolina.
Thirteen years of training and racing on that course has conferred upon yours truly the wholeheartedly accepted position of welcoming committee chairman: a self appointed title you won’t find in the athlete guide.
So where do we begin?
Ah yes, let’s do a Mike Reilly pre-race dinner welcome: without Mike Reilly because I’m sure he has other things to do.
“Let’s have a big round of applause for everyone from North Carolina! You make up almost half the field with 24 participants.”
The next most represented state is Colorado with eight athletes, followed by Virginia with three. After that, Michigan, Minnesota, Ohio and South Carolina are sending two athletes each. A total of 17 states will be represented and with so many athletes coming from other states, I thought it might be interesting to write about what to expect when coming to Bladen County, North Carolina.
White Lake is a small town, a very small town. I don’t know if it even is a town. But it is definitely a lake surrounded by residences and a few businesses that cater mostly to vacationers and weekenders. There are two convenience stores, a campground, a water park, mini-golf and a slew of motels. They must love us triathletes, because they let us race there multiple times each year.
For services from a larger town, you’d have to go either to Elizabethtown (7 miles away) or Clinton (30 miles)
Remember 15 years ago when the CIA was criticized for waterboarding their suspects? Well, not much has changed, because the CDC wants everyone wearing masks and in this humidity, that’s like waterboarding an entire population. My point is that it can be quite humid and hot here. In fact, the White Lake races are affectionately known as White Bake. The lake itself is clean, clear and refreshing, but part of the run is notoriously hot. However, the middle of October may be quite pleasant this year. Some of you reading this have probably raced in Hawaii and I hear conditions there are brutal, so you’ll be fine here.
Food applies to everyone, so pay attention. You’re coming to the “South” even though there is a “North” in the state’s name. Food is a huge deal here. Not always a healthy deal, but a big deal. I know you will want to partake in the local cuisine, but let me warn you. It takes a few years of training rides and stopping at the Wam Squam convenience store buying chili dogs from the back room before you get used to southern cuisine. My advice is to bring some food with you and/or pick up some fresh food at the Food Lion in Wallace or at the Fresh Foods Market in Elizabethtown. Wait until after the race before you hit the Country Buffet. But if you like biscuits (which are relatively harmless before a race), stop in to the Hardees in E-Town. For a fast food joint, they make pretty good biscuits.
You say you like hamburgers? Go to Melvin’s in E-town.
I have to mention the tacos around here. Because of our latino population, we have our share of taquerias and tiendas that serve up an amazing eating experience. Rose Hill is a bit of a drive from White Lake, but Enrico’s taqueria (Rico Taco) on the corner of Railroad and Church Streets is worth every mile driven. Buen provecho!
The entire bike course of the race is on rural highways and a giant part of the economy in this state is the hog industry. You will pass, and probably smell, at least one of the hog farms. There’s a big one between miles 40 and 50 on the bike course. The smell of a hog farm, however, is nothing compared to the rendering trucks that drive those highways.
Yes. They pick up dead pigs and chickens from the farms and they look like dump trucks. The backs of the trucks are covered with a cloth material which, I suppose, is there to keep body parts from flying out on the road, because it does not help contain the odor. You’ll know if you pass one. In all the races I’ve done on that course, it has only happened to me once on race day, so you may not have to worry about it at all.
Just pedal faster!
Welcome To Our Corner
Seriously, I want to welcome everyone from the other great states of our nation. This race course is beautiful, flat and challenging. Tom and his group at WithoutLimits put on good events. Scratch that. They put on great events. And the competition here will make you earn your money. So if you will be here on October 17, 2020, I look forward to hurting with you, because…
For many athletes, the greatest amount of pleasure is before and after an event such as the IRONMAN® Triathlon. In between, it just hurts.
Scott Tinley, 20151)Tinley, S. 2015. “Finding Triathlon: How Endurance Sports Explain The World.” p. xv. Hatherleigh Press. www.hatherleighpress.com
And if you see me in transition, come say hello. You’ll know me. I’ll be the oldest guy out there.