100

Today was another first: a 100 mile bike ride. One hundred miles does not seem like much compared to what others did this week but it was more than enough for me. At Steve's suggestion, I started at about Tower and Colfax and rode East, first on Colfax and then old US 40 to just beyond Deer Trail.

The ride started out well. The route has gently rolling hills that trend downward from Tower to Deer Trail. There was also a slight tailwind, which I knew that I would pay for when I headed back. Best of all, the traffic was light.

I wasn't sure what to expect on the ride so I kept out an eye for gas stations and other potential places to stop to get more water and other supplies. About an hour into the ride, I saw, to my surprise, a rest area. I decided to stop there, use the restrooms, refill my water bottles, and eat some food.

After the brief stop, I continued towards Deer Trail. The scenery was not much to look at, just either flat ground or rolling hills with an occasional tree. Every 12 miles or so, there seemed to be a small town. After I passed though Byers, there was a sign indicating that it was only 12 miles to Deer Trail. I looked at my watch and saw that I was only 30 miles into the ride. This was not good since Brenda was planning to meet me in Deer Trail, which we thought was about the 1/2 point of the ride based on checking the route on Map My Ride. Oops, so much for accuracy.

At Deer Trail, I called Brenda to let her know that I planned to ride another 7 miles up the road to get to 50 and then turn around and meet her in Deer Trail. This turned out to me good since I was more than 1/2 done when I meet Brenda. As I approached Deer Trail, I saw Brenda's car. As I neared the car, Stella, her dog, started to bark. Stella does not like cyclists. She stopped barking when I pulled off my helmet and wanted to be petted, which I did. Brenda gave me more water and some food to eat. While doing this, Stella took advantage of the situation and ate the remaining half of a cinnamon roll that Brenda had purchased. At times, she is too clever for her own good.

For a brief moment, I thought about packing my bike in Brenda's car and catching a ride back to my car. However, I felt good and wanted to ride the full 100. So we parted ways. I promised Brenda that I would call when I got back to my car. Like Loveland, Brenda did not approve of this ride. She was hoping that Mother Nature would bring stormy weather to cut the ride short. Unfortunately for her, it was still sunny with few clouds in the sky so the ride continued.

Shortly after leaving Deer Trail, I found the headwind. It slowed my progress. By about 70 miles, I was ready to be done with the ride. My car, though, was still thirty miles away so I had to keep on riding. Slowly, the miles passed by. Finally, I reached the rest area. Again, I stopped to use the restroom and take in some more water and food. I decided not to refill the water bottles on my bike.

For 80 miles, I had been carrying a third water bottle in my bike jersey. I had not needed to use it since I had been able to refill the bottles on my bike. The weight of the bottle was starting to bother my back. I decided that I would rather carry an empty bottle than a full back up bottle. There was only another 20 miles to ride, and I knew there was a gas station about 10 miles up the road if I needed water.

Off I went. The brief rest seemed to help as I felt better for the first few miles. After about seven miles, the headwind and the generally uphill nature of the route was beating me down again. The next seven or so miles were tough. However, as I approached the end of the ride, I saw in the distance the interchange for I-70 and E470. This seemed to revitalize me as I knew I was close to the end. The last five miles seemed to fly by. When I finished, my watch showed 100.2 miles of riding. I had done it. Not only that, I felt better after the ride than I did yesterday after the swim/run brick, which took about half the time but physically drained me.

While the scenery left a little to be desired and miles 70 to 95 were tough, today was a good training day. I would definitely like more of these and less swim/run sessions. And, before I forget, thanks Brenda for driving out the Deer Trail to bring me food and water and to make sure I was okay.

Milkman II

I received an unexpected package from the organizers of the Milkman Triathlon this week. The package contained a coffee cup with the Milkman Triathlon logo and a ceramic medal. The package also had a handwritten note hoping that I was doing better. This was a very nice surprise.

I failed to mention in my race report that the organizers of the Milkman Triathlon run a very nice and well organized race. They are also very nice and went well beyond what I would have expected them to do. While I was in the hospital, they found my equipment and drove my car from Dexter to Roswell. The next day, they called to see how I was doing. Although the race didn't go well, I still had a positive experience because of the organizers.

Milkman Triathlon

Milkman was not good. Not only did I not achieve the goals that Steve and I discussed, I was a DNF. I do not recall what happened. I've been told that I collapsed about 100 yds from the finish from heat exhaustion. I can only assume it is true since I don't remember the last 1/2 mile of the run. I remember running past the 2.5 mile marker. My next memory is waking up in a hospital bed. I stayed in the hospital for over 24 hours so that I could be re-hydrated. I do not recommend spending a weekend this way. The only good part was I got to see my sister since she flew down to drive me home. Thanks sis.

What happened at this race worries me. This was a sprint distance race. In less than 75 minutes, I went from feeling fine to being in the ER at a hospital. I had a similar, although not as bad, experience at Rage as I needed to hold onto Brenda to steady myself at the end of the race. Two triathlon races, and two bad loss of fluid experiences. While the weather was hot at both races, it was not excessively hot. I raced last year in races in Colorado as hot as these races without experiencing these issues. What has happened in one year that I can't seem to tolerate heat?

I'm not sure that I want to do Loveland. If I had to make the decision today, I would not race. Maybe I will feel different next week. I wonder, though, what happens if I take in water, Gatorade, and other nutrition, and I still end up in a dehydrated state? Is it really worth doing a race where I may, even if I do things 100% right, potentially collapse and end up in an ER? On the other hand, maybe this is will not be an issue if I actually take in the proper amount of fluids (both water and Gatorade) during a race. I learned the hard way that I need to be much better at taking in nutrition during a race.

It was been a strange year so far. While I've had two bad race experiences, I've also had many great experiences. Some of the great experiences include:

1. Hiring Steve as a coach - I've done things that I likely would not have done if Steve was not coaching me.

2. Meeting lots of great people through Practical Coaching.

3. Running/walking 15+ miles on the Colorado trail and talking with James during the last 3 or so miles of the run as IT band issues forced both of us walk to the end.

4. Running up High Grade with Sarah. Other than the Colorado trail, it was my longest run ever (almost 13 miles) and mostly uphill.

5. Riding Shadow Mountain with Andrea, Michele B., Anne, and Sarah. For Michele, Anne, Sarah, and me, it was our first time.

6. Running Sharp Tail Ridge with Andrea. I didn't feel like running that day but Andrea pulled me the first few miles until I found my legs.

7. Running with Tyler after swimming two laps in the Gravel Pond. Before I ran into Tyler, I did not feel like running. Running into Tyler (figuratively, not literally) lifted my spirits, and somehow the run seemed to go quickly as he pulled me through the loop.

8. Riding City View with Michelle F. It was my first time up City View, and Michelle was awesome in providing guidance on how to approach the ride.

9. Swimming 5K not once, but twice. Less than one year earlier, I was worried about completing 500 yds in a pool triathlon.

10. Running with Beth during a group run from Waterton Canyon to the Gravel Pond parking lot. We had a great talk for the first part, and Beth made me work hard on the second part as she lifted the speed but always pulled back when I was about to be dropped.

11. Running with Steve, Anthony and Sonja for a portion of their 50 mile Highlands Ranch to Boulder run.

12. Seeing the group at track each week. Highlights include running at various times with Barry, Jewels, Andrea, Sarah, Michele B., Jenna and Doreen.

Overall, the good has far outweighed the bad. And in the end, maybe it was good that I did not cross the finish line before collapsing. If I had crossed, I probably would have qualified for Nationals as I was in the top third of my age group at mile 2.5. Given how I've struggled in heat, I probably should not be racing in heat and humidity. By collapsing just before the finish, I immediately got help that kept a bad situation from getting worse while not facing a decision of whether to risk racing at Nationals. This was probably a blessing in disguise.