Thursday, September 25, 2014

Do Athletes Urinate in the Transition Tents?

Apparently so.

Something's happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear.
                                                                    Buffalo Springfield

No it's not clear, it's yellow.....and it's gross!  

This rule is in effect, it's in the athlete pre race information, but it still happens.

Scenario #1  You're in the men's changing tent at the World Championship.  The race is less than an hour old.   The pros have just come thru like a herd of horses and you've been part of the team that stripped them of their speed suits, tagged the suits, and saved them for later inspection by the officials to make sure they all follow the rules.  (You quickly remember a pro from a few years back who wore a two piece speed suit, but unfortunately he doubled up on the pants part for a little extra flotation and likely heard about it later.)  

Then the age groupers start coming in, slowly at first, and almost before your eyes the changing tent is an absolute mad house!  There are athletes and volunteers helping them just everywhere.  But it's working, and working well as two volunteers direct each new "resident" to a seat of his own with a waiting volunteer to make the visit as brief as possible.  As things start to slow a little, you move to the front of the tent, not far from the exit, to trade places with a guy directing traffic, and you look to your right where this athlete is just standing, a couple feet from the exit from the tent...and he's peeing in his pants.  Well, his tri suit to be more accurate.  And he's doing this standing 15' from a urinal.  Fifteen feet! A whole wall of urinals.  WTF?  Is it worth the 20 seconds gained to leave your urine on the changing tent floor cause you're to friggin' stupid, lazy, careless, worthless to deposit it where it belongs?

Scenario #2  You've flown from the east coast to Kona to volunteer at the Big Dance.  It'll be one of the highlights of your year. When you sign up at the transition tent, they give you your first choice.  The women's changing tent.  It'll be a zoo, it'll be intense, but it will be great.  You have friends who've done it before and they rave about the experience.  You show up at 4:30 am on race day, your special Transition Team ID and brightly colored volunteer t-shirt lets you on the Kailua Bay pier. There are people absolutely everywhere! You meet Sue, your boss in the tent, and learn your duties once the racers start to come in.  It's important to you to get this right.  It's important to the competitors too.  As in the story above, once the pro women are out, and there's a break before the age group gals arrive, having had the first taste of the action you are way ready for some more.  First one, then two then ten and the tent is alive with 100 women moving sort of in the same direction...out of the tent on to the bike.  But when one athlete left her chair heading for her bike, she also left a puddle of urine....for the next athlete to sit in.

Although the details have been altered somewhat, don't be that guy!

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Thigh Pain (Burning), Meralgia Paresthetica

Through early morning fog I see 
Visions of the things to be 
The pains that are withheld for me 
I realize and I can see.    Johnny Mandel

You know these words as the theme song to M.A.S.H. but it could just as well describe some racer's thoughts as they sit in the transition area waiting to slip into their wet suits and make their way to race start.  It might also be a good time to walk back and forth from the water to your bike, and then from your bike to the run exit. What landmarks do you see?  You need to know the exact path in the heat of the race and others are only guessing.

Natasha, the Swiss Miss, exiting transition. She knows the way by heart.

Burning Thigh Pain (Meralgia Paresthetica)
The nerves in your body bring information to the brain about the environment (sensory nerves) and messages from the brain to activate muscles (motor nerves). To do this, nerves must pass over, under, around, and through your joints, bones, and muscles. Usually, there is enough room to permit easy passage.
Swelling, trauma, or pressure can narrow these openings and squeeze the nerve. When that happens, pain, paralysis, or other dysfunction may result.
A painful, burning sensation on the outer side of the thigh may mean that one of the large sensory nerves to your legs--the lateral femoral cutaneous nerve (LFCN)--is being compressed. This condition is known as meralgia paresthetica (me-ral'-gee-a par-es-thet'-i-ka).
  • Pain on the outer side of the thigh, occasionally extending to the outer side of the knee
  • A burning sensation, tingling, or numbness in the same area
  • Occasionally, aching in the groin area or pain spreading across the buttocks
  • Usually only on one side of the body
  • Usually more sensitive to light touch than to firm pressure
During a physical examination, your physician will ask about recent surgeries, injury to the hip, or repetitive activities that could irritate the nerve. He or she will also check for any sensory differences between the affected leg and your other leg. To verify the site of the burning pain, the physician will put some pressure on the nerve to reproduce the sensation. You may need both an abdominal and a pelvic examination to exclude any problems in those areas.
X-rays will help identify any bone abnormalities that might be putting pressure on the nerve. If your physician suspects that a growth such as a tumor is the source of the pressure, he or she may ask for a magnetic resonance image or a computed tomography (CT) scan. In rare cases, a nerve conduction study may be advised.
Restrictive clothing and weight gain are two common reasons for pressure on a nerve. Your physician may ask if you wear a heavy tool belt at work or if you consistently wear a tight corset or girdle. He or she may recommend a weight loss program. Another reason may result from a seatbelt injury during a motor vehicle injury.
Treatments will vary, depending on the source of the pressure. It may take time for the burning pain to stop and, in some cases, numbness will persist despite treatment. The goal is to remove the cause of the compression. This may mean resting from an aggravating activity, losing weight, wearing loose clothing, or using a toolbox instead of wearing a tool belt. In more severe cases, your physician may give you an injection of a corticosteroid preparation to reduce inflammation. This generally relieves the symptoms for some time. In rare cases, surgery is needed to release the nerve.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Yes, It's OK to Walk, Maybe Even Stop For a Bit, During an Ironman

Lava Java...where the elite meet to eat.  Well, everyone in Kona eats there some

"Superman where are you now? Phil Collins, Land of Confusion

30 years ago I ran my first Boston with two friends from Miami.  We vowed to do it 25 years later.  And 25 years older!  Second time around, when the gun started the field of 25,000 in Hopkinton at noon, it was 87 degrees.  It was hot!  Especially for marathon running. 

I've written before that when I got to 20 miles, overheating and way behind on fluids, I made one of the worst decisions of my racing career.  I got on the bus, a yellow school bus, and was driven to the finish. In a vehicle! I was transported like a helpless person to the finish. I was a DNF (a DNF for gosh sakes!) in the famed Boston marathon.  What a dip!

At a lecture by noted Triathlon Coach Joe Friel, he once compared the running boom of the 70's and 80's to the growth of triathlon today. (If you'd been told 20 years ago that someone would pay $40,000.00 or more to get a slot at Ironman Hawaii, you'd thought them clearly insane. Yet, we find ourselves clearly there. The annual Ironman Foundation auction, puts up 4 entries to the race to the highest bidder/donator, the profits going to the Ironman Foundation Charities. This branch of IM donates a significant sum each year to a host of deserving Kona organizations like the rescue squad, various help agencies, etc.

Friel's story went something like this. In the 70's, folks would have a friend convince them to go jogging, like it, and progress to running.  And then strange things would happen. It might start out with a local 5K race, they'd get hooked, and after smoking too much Runners World Magazine, they'd be convinced they could begin marathon training.  And some could. Their lives became consumed with running and a myriad of details until they found themselves running the first 10 miles of a 26.2 mile experience. All went well until mile 18, when they found themselves with shot quads, over heated, and out of ideas. (Oh, I see you've have been there.)

Compare the above scenario to triathlon where it seems easy to tackle the local sprint tri, maybe even an Olympic distance race...and then you start to dream...and a friend of a friend is doing IM Lake Placid...and, "With just a little more training, I could be an Ironman." Well, maybe.

But what happens when you get to mile 95 on the bike, are beat, rethinking how you might have hve been overly aggressive for the first 56 miles and would like to call it a day.  But you're not even off the bike - and there's some running to do shortly.  As Joe Friel says, "You have to have a plan B; you need alternative alternatives."  And simply get on the bus isn't one of them.

In other words, it's OK to stop at a bike aid station and sit in a real chair while taking on fluids for 5-10-15 even 30 minutes.  No one will penalize you or draw a red slash through your race number. It's OK to ask the medical people for a little help, they're not going to take you out of the race unless you're a danger to yourself or others. It's OK to walk. Well, it's ALWAYS OK TO WALK. Or to sit at a run aid station to collect your wits. Then you can proceed at your pace if that's what it takes.  It matters little down the road what your time was, only that you had a plan B and you finished.

You have a full 17 hours to finish this thing. No harm in using all seventeen of them.  If you've thought these potential problems through ahead of time, then during the press of the event where folks don't always make the best of decisions, you'll not decide something in haste that you'll come to regret.

Just think about it. It's been a decade since I DNF'd and I still feel stupid.

Friday, September 5, 2014

Race Stumbling Blocks? You Can Overcome the Unexpected

Do you think, when this athlete was topping off the air in his tires this morning, that he thought, "You know, I'm sure glad I'm the the type of racer who never gets penalized..." I wonder if he was prepared for this.


The Boy Scouts had it right when they chose Be Prepared as their motto


They carried a man off the race course on a stretcher. I heard that he just collapsed on the run.  Maybe it was the heat – a low of 75 degrees last night. And the sun came up well before the first athlete was body marked or the transition area opened to further push the mercury toward inferno status… from a racing point of view anyway. You know, one of those days when the heat simply blasts you when it radiates off the asphalt. It’s a good thing most were wearing hats and could put ice in them at the aid stations. As we watched them load this competitor into the ambulance, we hoped it wasn’t something serious.

 Plan “B.” Everyone needs one. You arrive at the race course and – SURPRISE – no wet suits for the swim (like happened to us recently.) Or – SURPRISE – the expected temperature is 15 - 20 degrees higher than where you live and train. This happened to us at the Boston Marathon a few years ago where runners were just finishing a winter of snow and bitter cold. An unexpected New England heat wave brought temps in to the mid 80’s. 1 degree below the record for that day we we told. The entrants, some of whom had waited their whole running careers to toe the line in Hopkinton on Patriot's Day, were dropping like flies. There were so many people with heat related problems that the enormous armory-like building they use at the finish line with cots as far as you can see, was simply overflowing with “bodies.”

 All too often, racers just plow ahead “business as usual,” and if they’re lucky, only have a poor performance. They wonder why, despite ample beverage intake at the post-race party and more on the way home, they still don’t pee for hours. There’s a take home lesson here.

 There can be course changes, weather curve balls, rightly or wrongly you get penalized  (been there, done that!), alterations to the order of events, unintentionally getting kicked in the stomach, or face –hard- on the swim just to name a few things that cause us to re-evaluate our original race plan. How about a flat tire? But, if we’re to survive and do our best on that particular day, flexible we must be. Despite one’s physical suffering, always try to remind yourself that everyone has the same course to ride and run on, the same swim course and rough sea. Since you've already worked out your plan "b" ahead of time, and don't lose your cool even though at times it can be incredibly frustrating, perhaps you can do it just a little better than they do. In the immortal words of that famous rock group of the 60’s, Pacific Gas and Electric, “Are You Ready?” (

 So fellow triathletes, 

Be flexible, keep calm when others may not be

Know when you’ve reached your limit and it’s time for Plan “B

And if you encounter something completely new, break it up into it's parts and solve them one at a time.

Oh, the Boy Scouts have a Scout Slogan too.  It's "Do a good turn daily."

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

When it's Time to Quit Triathlon; You'll Know. I hope

Old triathletes don't just fade away, they head to the big T3 at the senior center!

We're back.  This is Mt. Whitney, the highest peak in the lower 48 states.  Variously measured between 14,495, 14,496,.....14,505, you get the point.  If you were piloting a plane, you'd need supplemental oxygen. One can get there from the east by hiking 11 miles from Whitney Portal, or like the route my sons chose, from the west, by backpacking 60.5 miles to a place called Trail Crest....and then the final 2 miles to the summit.  My thanks to Ben Post and Chris Post for 5 wonderful nights on trail.

But , we got to 13,600, and did not summit.  The weather was closing in, people ahead of us were forced to turn around secondary to poor visibility.  Just like in a triathlon when all of a sudden things are not at all like you've planned or experienced in the past.  You use the information you have at hand and make the best decision you can.  Especially one you won't regret.  So we pressed on, hiked out of Sequoia and Inyo National forests and met a great couple from Salt Lake City, Jay and Mary, who bought the first pitcher when we reached civilization.

Two days later, we found out one backpacker, hiking up to Trail Crest on Tuesday just like we were, with the same information we had, made a different decision.  It cost him his life.  (It took a couple days to find his remains apparently as it wasn't reported to the authorities until after he didn't make it back to his starting point.) Decisions in a triathlon are seldom life and death but they are important none the less.

Chris and Ben Post at Bearpaw High Sierra Camp, Sequoia National Park 2014

Calling it a day in triathlon

Sometimes, we just need to call it a day.  One of the guys in my tri circle, we'll call him Walter, is a good athlete.  Very good actually.  He's always at the top of the age group, has qualified and raced Kona, and can always be counted on to push you on a long weekend bike ride.  He's been over to my house for Thanksgiving dinner and my kids love his stories.  But he crashes!

A few years ago we were out in the foot hills of the Blue Ridge Mountains.  Beautiful territory meant for bike riding. (That said, I am always amazed that this far back in the woods, people have dumped mattresses, refrigerators, you name it, in this back woods area.  Wouldn't it be easier to trash the landscape in a place where it would be easier for the rest of society clean it up?)  Anyway, on a downhill in the woods, for a variety of reasons Walter crashes and, unusually for an in-shape triathlete, suffered a hip fracture.  He was taken to the University hospital and underwent very successful surgery to repair the fracture.  A "bump in the road" was a post operative blood clot in his leg, a DVT, the subject of an upcoming piece for, and required medication to thin his blood for about 6 months.

Recovery included racing in the US and cross country ski racing in Europe. Walter was back in the thick of things actually talking on occasion of moving to Kona.   His time on the Big Island was that positive an experience.  But less than a year ago, along comes another bump in the road, a second serious bike accident with a number of injuries, the most serious of which was a frontal skull fracture requiring plates to be applied to his skull and his jaw to be wired shut for a month and a half.  Sounds bad.  Was bad.

But hey, he's just like you, and with a lot of encouragement from friends, was back training before he knew it.  Strong guy!   Just like you.  I saw him a few weeks ago looking thin, fit and strong.  And he'd already entered another Ironman race in the very near future.  Would you think this the best course of action?

Who knows?  Each of us makes the best decisions we can with the information at hand.  You've seen, I suppose, that as you age up, the number of competitors in your age group goes down.  And if you're "really old," only a few!  I was once told by a friend that:

"It's easy to win my age group.  They only put old men there for me to race against." 

But part of the reason that the numbers go down is injury, arthritis, wear and tear, you name it.  The body just won't do that any more.

There may be a point when it's time to find an alternative to triathlon/biking.  When you're there you'll know it.  You turn into a race volunteer.  And you can still be as loud and noisy as you want cheering on those in your age group who are still racing.  Hey, my roomie in Kona will be at the start line in Kailua Bay waiting for the cannon like everyone else, and he's 83.

 I wonder if the family of the man who died on Mt. Whitney would think he made the best decision with the information at hand.  In the words of Otto von Bismarck, "Only a fool learns from his own mistakes.  The wise man learns from the mistakes of others."

Be a wise man.