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Lucky Once More - Xterra Vashon - July 11, 2010

Sunday, August 15th, 2010

By Alexia Droz


Alright, it’s been a month, I know! I’m a little slow coughing out race reports these days.

I’ve been to Xterra Vashon a million times, I like the race and it’s close to home (well, in comparison to other Xterra point series races). This year, I had company since teammates Tim and Rob where racing and teammate Jo was cheer-leading!

The weeks leading to Vashon were definitely interesting. After Xterra Farragut (where I got sick during the race), I took an entire week off, then tried to ease back into regular training during the following weeks. Needless to say, I wasn’t exactly in tip top shape, but I was feeling healthier that I have been in a while.

Race morning was a little cool and overcast. Got set up in transition, warmed up, blah blah blah…
The swim started in 3 waves, with the gals being last 10 minutes after the start of the first wave. I did my best to avoid the jellyfishes and was out of the water in 12ish minutes. Transition was super fast, in 2 seconds I pealed off my super duper Profile Design Goldcell wetsuit.

The bike course is 3 loops and each loop starts with a steep switchback climb, it can get very congested especially on the first loop. Once at the top of the hill, things started rolling a bit, well sort of, my rear tire felt flat, I kept checking but it looked normal. I passed a bunch of guys, and then a woman passed me, I tried to stay on her wheel but couldn’t, either I had no legs, or something was wrong with my wheel or both. On the 2nd loop the photographer informed me I was the sixth women….uhmm… a few minutes later, one of the women I’ve been chasing dropped out with a flat (yeah - she was in my AG), and soon, I had my eyes on 4th. During the 3rd loop, I moved up to 4th, until I clipped a tree and crashed during the downhill, ouch!

Once back on the bike, I realized that I had some foliage stuck in my rear rotor & hub, the wheel was barely moving so I had to pull over, during which I was passed and dropped back to fifth…Finally, I hurried up back to transition, trying to stay close to the fourth place woman.

I rocked T2! 19 seconds! Moved up on spot in the process.
I took off as fast as I could hoping I could handle the run at a decent pace, but my lack of fitness was starting to show. I passed a few guys during the run and never saw any other women. Crossed the finish line in 2h12 and 4th overall/1st in AG…

After the race, I realized my rear wheel was barely moving… no wonder it felt “hard”.

some pictures:

Too many words race report….

Tuesday, August 10th, 2010

making up time on the run in Calgary

making up time on the run in Calgary

I just did back-to-back half Ironmans, Ironman Calgary 70.3 and Ironman Boulder 70.3. Perhaps more impressive was the 2337 miles of driving it took to get to these races.

Part of the reason I signed up for Boulder last-minute (the day before the race) was I flatted in Calgary. So I was racing for the wrong reason — frustration.

Well that wasn’t all.

As a pro I had to pay $750 upfront to race Ironman events this year and because I’ve been so busy racing XTERRAs, I didn’t have an opportunity to race a 70.3 until August and probably won’t have another opportunity.

It’s still a lot of money for two races, but better than almost a G for one.

So off to Boulder I went after just getting back from Calgary, 900 miles each way solo with the hope of better luck on the bike.

…Even if my body was tired from the travel, racing and a few hard workouts I squeezed in between my travel days.

What I thought would be an easy post-race hike, turned into full-on mountaineering; what was supposed to be a fun shuttle ride with some Giant riders in Park City (What? Was I going to refuse showing them how I can get lost in my backyard?), turned into more riding/no shuttle and trying to keep up with Kelli Emmett for five hours was harder than either of the halfs I did, but worth it and hey, FREE!

I hadn’t investigated the cause of the flat in Calgary until the day before Boulder.

So I took it to a bike shop and had them do a thorough look at the tire, rim strip, etc and switch out the tube.

Also made sure the tire, which has very little clearance (like a millimeter) on my TT bike, was not rubbing against the frame.

The fact my legs were aching in the days leading up to the race wasn’t a great sign but to be expected and therefore my expectations were low — just don’t flat and don’t get passed by anyone on their Sunday ride or run during the race — that would be a little harder, especially in Boulder.

The swim ended up being a non-wetsuit swim for pros, optional for age-groupers.

I was pleased. I just prefer to swim without a wetsuit, plus it gives you 15 minutes more time prerace not having to get into it.

Pro women had their own wave, 3 minutes behind the pro men.

I always like this, I think women start off a little slower.

I was with the front pack until a goggle filled with water and had to stop to empty it, yes a rookie move.

The swim was one big 1.2-mile loop in the Boulder Rez. The fast swimmers lost me and I was swimming more-or-less solo.

The pace felt relatively easy and relaxed  considering we were at altitude.

The longer swim works out for me, I feel I go the same pace as the 1,500-meter XTERRA swims but can go for longer, rather than trying to swim faster for a shorter distance.

I came out of the water in 4th place around three minutes back.

Not a bad start.

Got on my bike and headed out of the road for a two-lap 56-mile around the rolling hinterlands of Boulder, some neighborhoods, parks, ranches and farmland.

I soon got passed by Angela Naeth and Uli Bromme.

Then two more.

Unfortunately, I got to witness the latter women drafting off of each other.

It’s pretty disappointing to see this in the pro race, age-group races it’s almost impossible not to because they’re so crowded. There was a motorcycle in between the two drafters and myself so I rode up beside the motorcycle and asked,

“Are you an official?’”

“Yes”

“Are you watching this?”

“Yup.”

I managed to pass the women again on the flat and assumed they would be spending sometime in the upcoming penalty tent–I don’t think this happened.

One of the hardest parts of a half is about 30 minutes into the bike, there’s not a whole lot to do and I look at my watch and think, “huh, I’ve got to do this for two more hours!”

Could I ever do a full Ironman without total boredom taking over?

As I approached the end of the first lap, I started to hear some chirping, which I assumed was birds singing their morning chorus, but it seemed to follow me–and get worse.

On the second lap we were passing age-groupers on their first lap. I wanted to see what was wrong with my bike and if my tire was rubbing.

It’s really hard to stop during a 70.3 because you’re going that much faster than an XTERRA, plus, with the steady stream of age groupers on the shoulder, it was almost impossible.

The chirp got worse.

Finally getting the best of me, I pulled over and looked over the bike, spun my back wheel around. It was rubbing but not too bad, and I didn’t want to make it worse by trying to fix it so I hopped back on the bike.

No more annoying whistle. Phew.

Oh, and I did get passed by someone out on his Sunday ride, but after all it was Boulder.

(An aside: Though some of Boulder’s all-stars sat out the race, they were definitely around. Tri-celeb sightings included Craig Alexander, who I saw on his morning run; Mirinda Carfrae on hers; Chrissie Wellington, who I almost bumped into as she strolled through and aid station backward on the run.)

After my tire stopped whistling, an ambulance passed and soon after I saw a racer getting lifted onto a stretcher.

A paramedic was signaling people to pull over and stop. So I did, only to have a handful of age-groupers fly by. I waited, but not sure why, and then kept going. At that point, I assumed I would have to pull over down the road to let the ambulance by, only to see what looked like a CareFlight helicopter overhead.

I still don’t know who this was, but it’s hard to continue racing after knowing someone was hurt. All of a sudden the race doesn’t seem that important, and having a minor bike problem trivial.

Soon the whistling came back and worse than ever.

I battled the urge to stop again and fix it, but, after all the morning’s events I wasn’t far from transition and simply wanted to dismount.

I headed into transition racked my bike and headed out on the run.

Two loops of 6.6 miles on dirt roads and wide dirt trails.

I could see Karen Melliar-Smith, out in front and started to gain on her. I passed her before the first aid station but she hung on and passed me at the end of the first lap. My legs felt heavy.

I handled my nutrition well during the race: Four GUs and a full bottle on the bike and another three GUs on the run along with a sip of water, Coke or Gatorate every aid station (four aid stations a lap.)

I cannot say enough good things about the aid stations at 70.3 races.

There’s always about 20 people at each one offering all kinds of goodies every mile or so. Water, Gatorade, gels, Coke, oranges, bananas, and the best cups of ice and sponges filled with cold water. XTERRA take note…

It felt so good to clean my face off with the sponges. The sun had come out and by 9:30 a.m. the Boulder temperatures were in the high 80s, I could feel it starting to burn my skin.

As I tried to pick up the pace second lap I seemed to be slowing down.

We were now running past a lot of people on their first lap but tried to keep Karen in sight as we weaved through other racers.

I finished in 8th place not far behind Karen.

Despite my mishaps this was my best finish and fastest time yet (approx. 4:38) in a half. Plus I think I won the non-aero helmet division.

Julie Dibens won the women’s race and Andy Potts won the men’s. In protest of the WTC 8 percent rule, Julie hung out in the finishing chute for a good five minutes (her lead) so the other women would get paid. The race was only paying to top 4 and they all had to be within 8 percent of the winner. Same thing happened last weekend in Ironman 70.3 Steelhead. I only wish to someday be so fast I can hang out at the finishline and still win.

Immediately after the finish, I skipped the Left Hand Brewing Co. tent curious to find out what the mysterious whistling was.

Turns out, my back wheel tire was rubbing on the frame so badly it could hardly move half a rotation.

Disbelief that I put in about a full Ironman’s worth of work into the bike, I took my bike to the source: the Zipp wheel booth. They told me my road tires were wide for a 23c and I should use a thinner tire, a very simple solution I should have known prior to both races.

Though I think the annoying whistling made me bike harder so I would get done sooner and I gave me a really good resistance ride in that will hopefully pay off down the road. But how much or if the tire slowed me down I really don’t know. I do know that the women’s field was strong as always.

I always seem to learn the hard way, and so, here is an amalgam of  lessons learned:

• Carry two CO2s, or a big air with you during races.

• Not all floor pumps have accurate pressure gauges. Use what you know.

• Always have an extra derailleur hanger with you (they’re different on every bike and can bend easily.)

• Make sure your spare tube is wrapped in something, and if you have an important race coming up, switch out the tube, if it’s been in your bag awhile chances are there’s a hole in it.

• Mud tires are skinny and knobby. Snow tires are wide and knobby.

• Bring extra valves for tubeless tires to races.

• Check your brake pads before a race and also bring extra.

• Maxxis road tires are wider than they say.

As for doing back to back halfs, it wasn’t that bad, unless you count all the road trip food in between.

I think I was a little tired on the run the second time around but could have been the altitude, the resistance bike training, or just not being fit enough for 13 miles.

Plus two halfs a week a part counts as a whole right?

Please.

All in all, the trip was worth it and the event was very well-organized.

A fast course at Boulder also, especially for being at altitude.

Big thanks to Sasha Peyman who got me in touch with the right people so I could get in the race and to teammate Sara Tarkington who let me, my boyfriend and dog stay at her place on a last minute’s notice.

As for Calgary, my solo road trip was great. Got to stay a few days in Bozeman, Montana with Harry Johnson, an old coach and XTERRA racer. Plus got to catch up with another Alaskan and high school friend Garrett Timmerman in Calgary, who was an amazing host.

Garrett, Emma and Cassie post race

Garrett, Emma and Cassie post race

All this road racing did make me appreciate XTERRA racing a little more, and after a few days rest I hope to get full swing into my XTERRA training in preparation for US Nationals in my backyard of Ogden Sept. 25.

This basically means lots and lots of uphill at altitude. I will bring my TT bike out once again for the Jordanelle Triathlon in two weeks and I may squeeze another XTERRA race in there somewhere…

Thanks for listening!

Emma Garrard

XTERRA Panther Creek

Sunday, August 1st, 2010

MelRad represents!  Fred Smith wins 1st place overall and Marcus Barton takes 1st in men 40-44 (6th overall).  Full race report on its way!

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Fred Smith and Marcus Barton

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Time for a new uniform

Better Late Than Never – XTERRA East Championship Race Report

Friday, July 30th, 2010

by Marcus Barton

It’s hard to believe that the XTERRA East Championship race was over A MONTH ago.  With everything going on (vacation, getting ready for XTERRA Whitewater, you name it), it’s been difficult to get this race report done.  Alas, here it is.

Dan and I headed to Richmond Saturday morning since our day jobs wouldn’t allow us to get out of town sooner.  We debated leaving Friday afternoon, but it just didn’t pan out.  After arriving, we shot straight for the course to go for a pre-ride.  We hit the XTERRA University clinic hosted by Conrad Stoltz and Melanie McQuaid.  If you haven’t hit one of these clinics at the Championship races, you’re missing out.  No matter what your skill level, you could still learn a thing or two.  Even if it’s little tips and tricks about the course, I always pick up a few nuggets.

After XTERRA University, we picked up our packets and headed out onto the course.  We rode portions of the course that were reverse from last year just to get a feel for the flow.  We bailed out on the rest of the course in order to reserve our legs for the race.

Race morning, we headed down to the transition area and began to setup.  I looked up and saw a BEAUTIFUL sunrise.

 

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We took off on the swim in three waves.  Pros were first, men up to 39 in the second and everyone else (including me) in the last wave.  There wasn’t as much of a current in the James River this year, but that was due to less rainfall than last year.  Unfortunately, this meant a heck of a lot more climbing, crawling, and swimming over rocks.  I just couldn’t seem to get into a comfortable rhythm.  The very second I felt like I had a rhythm going, I’d hit a rock.  I’d try my best to shimmy across the rock without wasting too much time.  I decided to try and sight a little more to see if I could spot anyone having to crawl over something in front of me.  It was a futile attempt as the entire field in front of me looked like a bunch of whack-a-moles popping up and down.  We made it to the island, a quick romp across the island and back into the river for the return swim.

 

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Coming out of the water, I felt pretty good, but still a bit frustrated that I couldn’t get a good rhythm going.  I headed for T1 as quickly as I could.  I was happy that we weren’t forced to run down the pea gravel embedded sidewalk.  There were a steady stream of swimmers coming out of the water and into T1.  This meant that I had to contend with traffic and passing during the bike leg.  My goal was to beat as many of them out of transition as I could.

 

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T1 went fairly smoothly although I did have a bit of trouble with my shoes.  Unlike some of my brethren, I choose to put on my shoes in transition for certain races (this being one of them).  This time around, I hadn’t pre-positioned my straps properly, so it caused me a bit of time getting them on and strapped.  Like going into transition, there was a steady stream of folks coming out.  We had a short road ride before we came to the concrete bridge that crosses the river.

 

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mmmmmm  Gloves are tasty.

Running up onto the concrete bridge and over the river, fellow 40 year old, friend, and MelRad Alumni, Frank Fernandez-Posse yells out to me from behind.  “Go, Marcus!”  Frank and I had chatted on the phone a couple of times leading up to the race.  We were both excited to be there and to duke it out a bit.  We headed over to the island where we engaged in a little fast fire road riding along with some sweet single track.  As we departed the island, Frank was still hot on my tail and passed me on the rickety wooden bridge that crosses the dryway.  He pats me on the back as he passes and says, “Come on, let’s go.”  I tucked in behind another rider he passed and the three of us headed for the stair case.

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The staircase is a three-story tall, concrete, spiral staircase that we have to climb in order to cross a set of railroad tracks.  Originally designed for pedestrians, it is a bit difficult to climb it with a bike over your shoulder.  Luckily, unlike last year, we only had to climb the staircase once and did not have to descend it.  After crossing the railroad tracks, we rode some of the sweetest, fun, and technically interesting single track courses on the circuit.  With drops, tunnels, weird bridges, and some of the greatest trail maintenance I’ve seen, Richmond is just a bit different than most trail systems out there, especially for one located smack-dab in the middle of the city.  The local trail gnomes have done a tremendous job with some of the brick and stone work.  Absolutely amazing.

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I continued to keep Frank, a great biker, in my sites as we rode the trails.  He maintained a good two or three rider spots ahead of me.  As we caught up with the tail-end of the first amateur wave of riders, this proved to be a little difficult.  With every person that I had to pass, it seemed he’d squeak a little bit further out of sight.  At one point, another rider and I became a little tangled up during a poor passing attempt (on my part).  I apologized profusely as I continued my Frank pursuit.  By the time I got going again, he was completely out of sight.  I searched through the switchbacks for him but just couldn’t spot him.  I had lost too much time passing and he was riding a good bike leg.  Once we arrived back onto the pavement at the end of the bike portion of the race, I had an opportunity to look straight ahead to see if I could spot him.  Nothing. 

After a horrible T2 (I was flustered and seemed disorganized with my gear), I headed out on the hot run.  While fumbling with my hat and bib (see pic below), I looked up to spot a racer off in the distance.  I couldn’t recognize the person (he was too far), but it sure looked like Frank.  The signature bald head (like mine) and the coloring of the uniform made me think it was him. I set out to try and reel the person in, regardless of who it was.

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As I got closer, sure enough, it was Frank.  As I passed him, he gave me words of encouragement and I returned the favor.  He’d  been nursing an ankle injury and it surely showed up on the run (I hope it’s better by now, Frank).  I continued on to the flood wall and tried to maintain a good pace.  The heat coming off of the rocks, river and the flood wall was overwhelming.  I pulled back my pace a bit just so I could handle the heat.  After the floodwall I ascended the “Ruins” which is a staircase made of railroad ties.  Once on top of the ruins, I was really beginning to feel the affects of the heat.  The run quickly turned back to single track where I welcomed the coolness of the shaded trail and rolling terrain.

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I passed one more person in my division just before we went onto the dryway, an area of large boulders and rocks.  I had asked Kahuna Dave the day before if we’d be climbing the hill on the island just after the dryway and he stated that we wouldn’t.  My strategy was to pick up my pace after the dryway and negative split all the way back. 

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I picked up a rabbit just after the dryway.  Looking at his calves, he had a 45 stamped on one (which meant he was in the 45-49 division) and a permanent IronMan tattoo on the other.  Running at a pace just a little faster than I could maintain, I tucked in behind him and asked if he’d mind the company.  “Nope, let’s do it,” he replied.  I stayed right with him until I saw a red arrow pointing us up the hill on the island.  DRATS!  My whole strategy was ruined.  I had paced myself thinking that I had mile or so flat run left.  A last minute course change dictated that I’d need to quickly modify that strategy.  I didn’t have the juice or the mental capacity to attack the hilly trail on the island.  As I started to climb the island hill, both quads started to burn and cramp up.  I pushed through it the best that I could but lost my rabbit in the process.  I grunted, groaned and generally whined my way through the hilly singletrack and over to the other side of the island.  As I came out onto the flat section of the course, I could see the concrete ramp leading to the bridge back across the river.  I faintly spotted two runners ascending the ramp.  “I can catch them,” I thought.  I picked up the pace and attempted to reel them in.

Coming into the finish, I was 29 seconds off from those two guys, WHO JUST HAPPENED TO BOTH BE IN MY DIVISION!  Lesson to be learned:  Every second counts!

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Final results were 7th in my Division (bleh) and 23rd overall amateur out of a field of 197 amateurs.  Due to my placement and one of the guys in my division being Canadian, I qualified to race as part of Team USA at the 2011 Cross (offroad) Triathlon World Championships to be held in Extremadura, Spain.  (yay!)

 

Be a Warrior!

Marcus Barton

XTERRA Mountain Championship + Melrad = 2 Pros on the Podium

Sunday, July 18th, 2010

Congrats to Sara Tarkington for taking second place and Emma Garrard taking 4th!

Way to go, ladies!!!

 

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