Feels like we are now getting down to the nitty gritty. Essentially 1 month till the fateful day of experiencing my second Ironman Canada at the end of August!
Also means that the training has been ramping up and along the way I've been learning more about dealing with adversity. At this point I'm really hopeful that I'm getting all my bad luck and challenges out of the way now so that come race day all will run smoothly. This past week I got in nearly 15 hours of workouts which included my first ever Tour de Alberta - a scheduled 185 km ride from Morinville to St. Albert to Villeneuve to Westlock to Legal and back to Morinville. More about that later.
In the week leading up to that event I'd been doing well with getting my workouts in. What I was also experiencing was a need to be flexible in my training. This was most clearly demonstrated on the Thursday before the Tour when I had scheduled 1.5 hours of hill repeats. 30 minutes in on the downhill portion of my ride as a tried to break I skidded while trying to brake/make a turn. I assume that at that point I must have rolled over on my rear tire enough to pinch the tube. Well within a few metres of coming out the skid I experienced a tremendous bang followed by the ominous flap flap flap of my rear tire...
For those of you who know me well you do know that I'm not particularly mechanically inclined. Probably explains the shower door in my home that has yet to be replaced since going dysfunctional in January...So in terms of changing tires I found myself competent enough to get the rear tire off, the tube changed, and tire reinflated. However, after struggling mightily with trying to get the tire back on the rear of the bike, work with getting the chain in proper position, etc, I gave up and decided a run was a good idea. It actually turned out to be a good decision. I put in a 45 minute run which was probably one of the best runs I've had in a while from a standpoint of feeling physically good throughout the run - strong legs, strong lungs, good form. I was quite happy with it! I also successfully avoided any rainfall which threatened throughout my entire time down in Cloverdale.
My swims have also continued strong and again I'm content that I should do no worse than last year's performance at Ironman - hoping for another 1 hour 20 minutes in the lake.
That brings me to the 185 km Tour de Alberta. In retrospect the entire experience was fraught with adventure. Even picking up the race package was challenging. First even getting to Revolution Cycle on Stony Plain Road was interesting with traffic at 5 pm on a Friday being a frustrating experience. Even having made it on time to the package pickup didn't help however as the race organizers themselves were not there at opening - because of traffic snarls they dealt with in getting to Revolution! Aargh! Nevertheless picked up my race package, commerative bike jersey, and Heidi's race package too.
On Sunday morning woke at about 4:30 a.m. in order to get organized and get out to Morinville for the 6:30 a.m. suggested arrival time. The 185 km ride was scheduled to start at 7:00 a.m. Heidi had arranged for one of our former nannies to come over at 5:30 a.m. and stay with the kids for the day. Well 5:30 a.m. came and went. Phone calls made and text messages sent - no answer, no reply. So after waiting what seemed an excrutiatingly long time, Heidi made the call that I should head out on my own. After all, I was the one who needed to get in the miles for Ironman training. She would hopefully follow later and if she could not make the 185 km ride she would hope to get in on one of the other distances like the 100 km. Long story short, that never happened as the nanny never did show or respond and I was now on my own.
Got to Morinville in good time. Was organized/clothed in time for race start with one of the early decisions being made as to what to wear. The weather in the morning was quite cool - at least for mid-July - at 14 degrees Celsius. I opted for a long sleeve shirt, bike jersey and a jacket but went only with bike shorts for bottom coverage. Turned out to be a good decision with the weather progessively improving through the day and no rain.
Our 185 km journey started late again with the organizers seeming to be trying to put in last minute pieces together at the last moment. At about 7:15 a.m the first batch of riders took off and me with them. The pace at the beginning was quite fast and I fell back from the first pack. About 10 km out of Morinville headed west, and just prior to turning south to St. Albert, you go over a series of rumble strips. Well as I got over the last set of these I heard the ominous bang of another rear flat tire - one of my personal nightmares come true. I was fortunate, however, that 3 course marshalls were immediately at hand and worked with me to change the flat. The bad news was that not only was my rear tube blown but in the process the rear tire itself was gashed and no one really had any proper patch product to make a repair. A makeshift repair involving remanants of a gel package and some interesting tape was applied but it was highly recommended that I connect with bike service at the first rest stop in St. Albert. I had a tense 20 km to ride before that happened and hoped throughout that I did not blow out the temp patch before I got there.
Needless to say, I had been passed by the rest of the 300 cyclists on the 185 km journey at this point as we stood by the side of the road getting repaired. Well at the first rest stop my time behind the rest of the pack was only lengthened by what seemed an extraordinarily long time to effect another more permanent patch. Even with that the repair dude was not confident that I would make it through the day on my gashed tire. At the same time, the volunteers at the rest stop were talking about shutting down the rest stop as all riders had already passed which gave me concerns as to what I would find ahead of me for subsequent rest stops!
Anyway - took off on my journey and lo there were a few stragglers in St. Albert that I could connect with. Included in this small group was a bike marshall so we proceeded through St. Albert together. Now I assumed - wrongly it turned out - that the bike marshall knew the course we had to follow to move through the city and get back on a rural road to Villeneuve and the next rest stop. Wrong! Unfortunately, we made a right when we should have made a left at a critical juncture. As a result we took a 15 km detour before I was able to get back on the right course! So now I'm really wondering what kind of rest stops will be available for me or what should happen if I blow the tire out again with all bikers and support crews way the heck in front of me. Oh, and in the process of taking my detour through St. Albert, my aero bottle blew off the front of my bike and littered all over the streets of the fine city. At that point, I said no going back for casualties! See you later!
A lonely ride then proceeded out to Villeneuve and the turn north to Westlock. Mercifully I did get to rest stop #2 to find it still operating and to my surprise I had also caught up with another half-dozen riders too. I recounted my tale of woe, took in some nourishment, and took off on the 50+km north. The bitch of this particular section was that ended up pushing the entire way north into a very nice headwind! So speed was down. However, got to rest stop #3 about half-way up to Westlock in good order and found that I had caught up to a few more riders. In addition, my fellow victims on the detour in St. Albert had also caught a van ride up to this stop and bypassed a number of kilometres in the process! Too funny.
Got back on the road for the rest of the trip to Westlock and was so glad to stop in for lunch. Again caught up with a chunk more of the ride at this time - at least a couple of dozen riders - so I began to feel more confident in my abilities and in the fact that I would have access to bike support if I had another malfunction. Heading out west from Westlock was glorious - got benefit of a tailwind and was able to really blitz the next 15-20 km. It was so much fun at that point versus the effort I had to make in getting to Westlock. Unfortunately, then had to turn back east and then south after that for the remainder of the event. And the wind was again not my friend. Again had a brief hiatus with an eastward swing into Legal which was nice but not nearly long enough!
At this point, with late start to the race, bike repair in Morinville, bike repair in St. Albert and 15 km detour though St. Abert it was getting late in the day! Not only that but by the last rest stop I had already done 190 km of a scheduled 185 km ride! Outstanding. What was left for me to do was 10 km into Morinville again against a very strong headwind. Most of what I had experienced was a very strong crosswind making it south to Morinville - to the point that my bike was "singing" as the wind whistled through my tire spokes and frame. Well at the last rest stop I determined that I had done what I had set out to do - more than 185 km and I had no further stomach for another 10 km into the headwind. So I caved and took a sag wagon in.
The final ironies of the day - completed 190 km on a 185 km course without crossing the finish line, got my medal anyway, and picked up Heidi's door prize for an event she never got to participate in.
Learning, learning, learning...