Athlete profile – Nikky

How long have you been in tri?:  Almost 2 years

How did you get into tri?: I started running about 3 years ago and all my running friends had done a few tris so I wanted to do one too. It was going to be a one time thing, get the finisher medal and go back to running. Ooops. I then joined the club to learn some swim technique and now I’m on the committee. I am still not sure how this all happened.

How many bikes do you have?:  3 – a second-hand Trek hybrid I bought to do my first few tris (because I wasn’t going to be serious about this). My Liv Avail roadie and my latest love is my Liv Pique mountain bike (the descent continues).

What do you want to achieve this season?: I was concentrating on my running in late 2018 so I was not doing much swimming or riding. This season I am aiming to be consistent in all of my tri training and improve my swim and bike strength. Maybe do an olympic distance.

More medals at Bunbury Sufferfest 2018

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It was a flat, fast and furious course at the 2018 Bunbury Sufferfest and the perfect course to showcase your speed. The swim was flat and calm, the ride course had some head wind offset by a long road of tailwind and a scenic run course with some dragon boat obstacles. And after taking out some medals there is no doubt the wolves will be back for this next year.

  • Emma Moon – GOLD Olympic 30-39
  • Sue Thomas SILVER Aquabike 50-59
  • Peta Woodland SILVER Half-Ironfest 40-49
  • Leanne Dingle – SILVER Sprintfest 18-29

Athlete profile – Floora

Name: Floora

How long have you been in tri?:  2.5 years

How did you get into tri?: It’s hard to say…it started with cycling. I then did the cycling leg of a Busso half ironman and got hooked on the atmosphere I think. Before you could say “swim bike run” I was signed up to the Sunsmart triathlon series in early 2016.

How many bikes do you have?:  3 – my Colnago Acr road bike, a Merida 96 3000D mountain bike, and my old faithful Malvern Star Oppy.

Something we wouldn’t already know about you?: English (Aussie) is not my first language, I speak Dutch in my family home. I have lived in Africa and Columbia.

What do you want to achieve this season?: Survive Karri Valley long distance and do the Busso half in under 6 hrs.

Garmins, Gadgets and Geeking out as a Triathlete

Don’t you think that triathletes are pretty fashion conscious bunch? They dress well, and are typically pretty aware of the newest and coolest gadgets out there that will help their chosen sport be more “fun”.

Even those who know me well and love me would collapse in hysterics of laughter if I claimed I was fashion conscious. But… I do LOVE some of the super cool gadgets out there.

Take this offering for example, a US company called Everysight are seeking pre purchase orders for their Raptor glasses. These bad boys display your cadence, power, speed, GPS route and pretty much anything you want within the lens of the glasses. No looking down at your Garmin anymore!

However, could it be that we are too conscious of our gadgets and Garmins? Are we a slave to our power meter? Are we out there to look cool or be Strava KOM? Or should we be focussing on training our bodies and minds for the next race?

You know your own training and racing goals better than I do.

What I have learned is that human performance is a matching of our body’s physical capacity with our mind’s ability to drive the body – often despite great physical discomfort and the desire to stop.

Personally, I use my Garmin for recording data that I can use later, but prefer the Garmin between my ears for sustainable training. If you are thinking that “there is no one right way to train” then I think your are correct.

We all have training sessions, based on a written training programme somebody (or ourself) provided, right?

When the session says easy, that means at a pace where easy conversation is possible (assuming you arent swimming of course!) and you perhaps feel almost embarrassed at how slow you are going (our head can say “this isnt training…….”). A Garmin easy paced run at 5am in the morning is likely not easy in reality when it is 35 celsius out there. But Garmin can’t distinguish the difference.

Moderate effort means – well a significant step up from that but sustainable for quite a long time.

Hard means REALLY hard and you have a significant desire to stop because things are hurting quite a bit.

A lot of reasssurance is to be gained from knowing that even in the event of your Garmin not being charged the night before a race and going flat halfway through (I am looking at you, Jordan) or the power meter deciding it hates performing in the rain (Travis) your internal Garmin is familiar at judging power, judging effort, judging speed because you have practiced using this internal Garmin every day.

It also gives a signifiant sense of confidence that you have found your own personal zone where your mind will control your body – at your current fitness, strength and skill level.

Athlete Profile – Matt S

Nickname: Snelly
How long have you been doing tri?: 3 years
How did you get into tri?: I was inspired by a mate who did his knee playing footy and transitioned into Triathlon and then qualified for Kona on his first attempt.
How many bikes do you have?: Five. Giant TCR Roady, Giant MTB, Scott MTB and Merida Warp 5000 TT. Ohhhhh and I have an original Chrome Redline BMX that was mine as kid.
Something we don’t know about you?: One day I plan to build an ‘actual’ lightsaber. I’ve read several books that outline ‘how to’ but am yet to come across a transponder unit or developed the technology to travel to the planet Illym where the crystals can be found.
What do you want to achieve this season?: Have some fun in the shorter races whilst working toward a 4 hour 30 something at Busso in May.

Santa is a Triathlete

I really think Santa Claus is a triathlete. He shows all the signs, to my way of thinking:

  • He is a bit obsessive compulsive – he’s making a list, he’s checking it twice
  • He gives instructions to the kids at the Aid Station about his intended nutrition plan – look at those regular small intakes of biscuits and milk when he is running around on Christmas Eve
  • He favours a two piece race suits because the one piece shows off his belly too much

But in all seriousness, triathletes can perhaps learn something from his race preparation.

Santa is well prepared.
He knows his A race and focusses on getting everything prepared well in advance. No nasty surprises when it comes time for action!

Santa is part of a club
He involves other people in his race prep (the elves) but ultimately he knows he is completely responsible for the result.

Santa keeps it simple
He knows we live in an “information overload” world, but he only listens to reliable sources of information, so that he can either class each kid as “naughty” or “nice”. There is beauty in simplicity, and so if it is good enough for the big fella, then perhaps we triathletes can simplify our outcomes to focus on only 2, or at the most 3 goals (Santa Claus says 2 goals, Warren Buffet says 3 goals but both are very successful gentlemen).

Come race day we are then able to have a clear mind for what we DO want (those 2 or 3 very clear goals) and drop everything that has a DONT want attached to it. Those goals work nicely if we have numbers (time, pace, power) associated with them.

With thorough preparation, clear and specific goals brings a freedom from anxiety and clutter in our minds, so that we can allow ourselves to perform to the best of our ability (and in so doing, most likely enjoy our race day).

Merry Christmas, and thanks to Santa for the mentorship in being a triathlete.

Contributed by Ian Hainsworth – club secretary, Ironman veteran and all-round nice guy.

The Brutal Honesty of Ironman

Triathlon is one of those endurance sports that seems to attract those that either love the concept of inflicting pain on themselves, or striving to be the best they can possibly be.  Often both of those things at once.

Whether your love is red-lining in sprint distance, or the geriatric shuffle of an Ironman distance tri – the attraction is that only YOU know whether you have truly given it 100%.

For me – IM is my preferred poison/addiction over the last five years. After having not raced at all for two years, I was as nervous as any first time athlete as the big day got closer.  My confidence was low and I had no recent race results to comfort myself that I was well prepared.

You know, it is funny how no matter how meticulously we humans prepare, we tend to migrate towards the negatives. Those missed training sessions, the sessions where we really just “got through it” rather than focussed on achieving the purpose of the session.   It takes quite a bit of mental mastery to go back through the training diary and remind ourselves of all the sessions we consistently did,  those weeks of ticking off each session and each hour spent preparing.

Strength sessions, tolerance intervals, long slow runs, endurance rides, brick sessions – we seem to forget just how well we did prepare as we only seem to see the sleek, lean and well muscled OTHER athletes that sit drinking coffee in the streets of an IM city at race time.  WE imagine their training has been perfect (it hasn’t) and they are better prepared (they aren’t).

In any case, the idea of Ironman is to test yourself.  Just like that exam at school that is absolutely crucial that you pass well, it demands you prepare well in advance and don’t skip classes and do all the required work.  If you don’t prepare well, you may well finish but it will be a world of pain (ok, it is going to be painful anyway, regardless!).

Ironman doesn’t respect any of your other achievements in life.

You can say anything to your friends over coffee about what sort of time you will post on race-day,  but the honesty of Ironman is that you will very, very  likely get the result you deserve. Like that pebble in your shoe, any mistakes or poor preparation will be magnified on raceday.

Ian Hainsworth is the PHTC secretary and an Ironman veteran. When he isn’t planning his next IM strategy he is mending the pets of Mundaring with the same dedication he brings to his race preparation.

Ian H on his fifth Busselton Ironman


Ian and Shane (pretending it’s all fun and games)

Busselton 2015 was the last race I had completed, and for those of us who can’t forget, it was a nausea inducing swim with lots of athletes pulled from the water (followed by a ride and run that were sabotaged by the nausea the swim caused!).

I left home for Busso 2017 early (3.30am) on Thursday morning so I could get to Busselton in time for the first practice swim. Just like other athletes, I did small chunks of training over the next 48 hours, just enough to remind my body that it may well be enjoying the reduced workload now, but there was pain to come in a couple of days!

Sunday morning, and I made sure I got to transition early. Tyres, gear, bidons, nutrition all checked and in position. I headed back home, to have a cup of coffee with my wife and get changed, so she could drop me off as close to transition as possible (my legs had enough work to do that day, walking a couple of km to transition wasn’t in my plans for a quick race day).

As I walked down the street, I would like to think I looked relaxed, confident and race ready (…I didn’t). A lady walking next to me laughed and told me you wont be needing that, will you? (pointing at my wetsuit, I think). I laughed with her and assured her that I was pretty attached to that wetsuit and no way was I getting out of the damn thing until I got back into T1 from the swim. She then laughed again and told me there was a shark sighting and the swim had been cancelled.

Great, no swim? How the hell am I supposed to figure out just where my swim had progressed to without swimming? Like every other athlete, I meandered aimlessly around like Browns’ cows until we were told to get on the beach and we would run to transition and begin the bike leg.

I then committed the sin of sitting on the beach (in full sun) until an hour later when I managed to start the race. I was pretty pissed off (probably mostly at the shark I guess) but unfortunately also over-heated. I usually manage to take about 10km into the bike to warm up, before I can feel my hands and feet after a longer swim. No problems today in getting warm!

However, my attitude was really the problem. I am a bit of a slow thinker, and despite having an hour to re-adjust my expectations, I hadn’t used my time wisely. So I really meandered along for the first 60km, wanting to pretty much give up and go home. That also meant I wasn’t paying attention to water going in (or more importantly over the top of me to cool off) and nutrition plan was a bit uncertain too as I hadn’t had the swim to burn off some calories.

I may have mentioned I am a bit of a slow thinker. After 60km I was realising that it was pretty hot out there, and I was getting a headache and my pace was not what it was supposed to be. Couldn’t be the wind (there wasn’t any) and certainly wasn’t the bike’s fault.

So, I took in some more nutrition (more on that later…!) and pushed the pedals with a bit more intention. That seemed to work nicely and pace picked up. But ……….. so did the heat.

My nutrition bars were chocolate/peanut flavour. Not my choice, that was all they had left in the required brand (amazing how few brands are made that work for a Coelic like me). It is pretty obvious to you already that having chocolate covered bars in your back pocket when it is REALLY hot is going to be messy. It became obvious to me as well, at about that time, and I think I looked a bit like Augustus Gloop (Charlie and Chocolate Factory). It also became obvious to me just how few places there are that you can wipe chocolate covered hands when you are out on a bike course……….. (Hint: DON’T wipe them on your shorts if your club favours really light coloured kit……).

By time I came past turnaround for first lap I was determined to negative split the bike, figuring that I had mucked around so much on the first lap there was no way I could fail to do better. I had noticed that the athletes heading back out of town on the second lap had this strained look on their face and weren’t really enjoying themselves. I found out why.

I was pretty damn hot at that stage, and with another 15km or so to go to an aid station I couldn’t just pour water all over myself. So, I had to grit my teeth and settle for pedalling like Grandma Duck and keep conservative pace until I got the next aid station and then grabbed as many water bottles as I could, shoving them down my top and into bottle holders.

I felt a bit better after using 4 bidons of water over myself over about a 5km distance, and woke up enough to notice there was quite a few athletes just sitting on side of road. No obvious mechanical, and whilst some of these athletes probably DID have irretrievable mechanical issues with their bike, I suspect some also just completely overheated and their bodies demanded an end to the torment.

I rode past an athlete who had been knocked unconscious off her bike and was surrounded by 7 other riders (I was told later she had been knocked off by a kangaroo jumping out of bush – not sure whether to believe that story but I guess there is no proof to the contrary).

I then realised I was feeling worse and my head was getting worse and generally feeling a bit average. Those chocolate bars weren’t getting any easier to eat either, and after the first 6 gels have gone down, I definitely DON’T look forward to swallowing more gels.

So, I had to humbly accept my fate and push at a quite average effort back to town. I was hoping that the athlete tracker on website had crashed (it usually does) and nobody would know about my ride ( I was told later that my mother-in-law kept asking “Is Ian still out on the bike? Why is he taking so long?”. This didn’t make me feel any better).

I got off the bike and went into the tent to change. Nobody feels sensational after 180km on a bike, but I usually look forward to the run. I wasn’t convinced however I could run (turns out that was prophetic). I hobbled out with my best athletic run (looking a bit like Quasimodo) and saw a friendly face at the fence. Craig told me “It is really hot here”. Yeah, thanks mate, you should try it out in the farmlands of Busselton. He also told me that a breeze was due to come in an hour, which made me feel HEAPS better (also turns out he was lying and the breeze never came).

The run on IM can be a very humbling experience. It is often slow, always painful and involves various changes in mindset (“thank God I am running now” through to the thoughts of “this doesn’t seem quite right” through to “I am pretty sure that they have moved that aid station and it is a lot further than it was last lap”).

I don’t want to bore you with the details, but the run was humbling. I haven’t ever suffered cramps on a run before, so it was a new experience to have first my left calf decide it had enough of the insult (at 15km mark) and then right calf at about 20km mark.

Seeing my wife and daughter each lap was brilliant. They are wonderful people and incredibly supportive of my efforts. Seeing the wolf pack in their tent was also massively positive and they were very kind to me and told me I was running well (I wasn’t, and if you don’t believe me have a look at the race photos).

It was also inspirational to see Shane catch up to me on the run (he had suffered cramps out on the bike) and give it it his absolute all in a brilliant IM debut race. Travis offered me a beer, which I accepted (before reflecting 5km later that beer contains gluten so that wasn’t smart for a Coeliac. I may have mentioned before that I am a bit of a slow thinker…….)

As usual, finishing an IM race is brilliant. Truly brilliant. All those hours of the demons in your head (telling you to stop the pain by just laying down for a while) have been condensed into a few moments of pure victory – the mind has triumphed over the body.

Walking back to the car I was regaled by the stories of a gentleman who had also raced (but far more swiftly than I did) and how he found conditions really difficult and had to stop a few times on the bike to get some ice to cool down – I felt sorry for him until he told me he finished in 8 hrs 50 mins.

Ironman is a great leveller. It brings out the best of human spirit, the capacity to suffer and yet endure. The ability to have self doubt, and yet encourage and support others around you to succeed in their quest at the same time as you perhaps face failure in your own.

IM Busselton Race Report 2017

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The wolf pack had an amazing day at Busselton Ironman and 70.3. Monica got a 3rd in her age group, Ian did his fifth Busso IM and these awesome athletes completed their first event: Justine T, Jason D, Moana M, Monica B and Shane M.


Bill H on the 70.3 run


Jean F looking cool as a cucumber



Carley R
Busso 70.3 IM was an interesting start. I had started the swim 500m in and found myself turned back to shore with a shark who came to checkout the action. The ride and run were hot! By far my favorite was finishing, coming back and cheering our amazing IM athletes home. It was so much fun at the PHTC tent. Thanks everyone!!


Jason D
It was my first time competing in a half ironman and second ever triathlon (power station tri the weekend before was my first). I did a lot of the training myself and came up with my own program. I tried to get to as many swims with PHTC as I could when I wasn’t working. I felt confident leading into Busso that I would make it to the end. I made it almost half way around the swim before being pulled from the water. I loved the ride course along the coast and into the tuart forrest and was feeling really good out of T2. The first lap of the run I set a PB over 12km before I started to fade with sore legs and the heat picking up. I was really happy with my time (4h44m) and exceeded all expectations. I have now signed up for the May event as I feel I have unfinished business after the swim was cut short.


Ian H did his fifth Busso IM


Roz H completed her 4th 70.3 like a champ – finishing the run with some leg pain but pushed through.

 
Kellie M on the run of her second 70.3


Mike F looking like he’s enjoying the run

  
Moana M
If there is an Iconic swim in Australia, it is Busso, so to have that taken away was disappointing but the right call to make. I struggle with the swim. It has never been my strongest leg of any triathlon. And yet my name means the Ocean.. go figure! I had trained consistently over 6 months and have managed to pull off a swimming fitness that took out my running fitness. I will never know now how well I would have done in the swim. WA needs to do something about making the ocean safe again.

Moving on a flat bike course is great in an OD or Sprint but for 6.5 hrs it was brutal, constantly pedalling with no respite. Wind picked up in the 2nd lap, the heat was intense. Heat rose from the ground and my feet underneath were burning. I had developed small blisters which hurt when pedalling. My pace slowed but managed to get off the bike in 6hrs 45 mins.

I went out on the run with great intentions but knew that was a pipe dream. Demons were at play. I threw up 3 times – Endura electrolytes stomach could not take it. I ended doing a marathon run on Coke and water. The soles of my feet were killing me. The demon resurfaced and was telling me, you are not going to make the cut off time. Support offered to me came in the form of Club alley, my cousin Lou, Coach Trav, Kingsley and Yanti and would you believe it a childhood friend with Yanti I hadn’t seen in 40 yrs.

On the last lap my body was struggling and shutting down. I pushed through, got rid of the demons and ran/shuffled through to hit the IM carpet and call it – Job Done – I am an Ironman! I am walking a bit funny the day after but the medal, finishers towel & t-shirt were worth it. Do I see myself doing another Ironman? Of course – I have unfinished business. A jetty swim.  Maybe a crack at Ironman NZ – no sharks or bushfires! Thank you IM Busso for the experience!

  
Monica B – 3rd in her age group!
My journey to Ironman Busselton was an unplanned adventure. This time last year I thought it might be fun to do a triathlon.  I met some amazing people at Armadale swimming pool who thought I could, supported and sometimes gently pushed me towards the finish line. I am so honoured to a part of this diverse group of wonderful people who are fantastic role models for all of our families.

 
Peta W
It was hot, horrible and relentless. Getting that one done was more satisfying than the one I did injured in 2015. Just because there was no swim did not make it easier. In many ways it made it harder. Not warmed up, too fresh were some of the comments. All I can say is it hurt… when I wanted to quit, I just wanted to get back to the club tent because I knew they would help me keep going. I have no idea of my times.  I finished near the bottom of my age group but based on state numbers 20% failed to finish in my age group so I will take my finish and be proud. Thanks to our supporters, you got me through!


Shane M doing his first IM


Matt F looking strong on the run


Justine T
Cried and then got my smile on – 2nd time no swim for me at Busso – damn sharks. Nailed a new PB on the bike. Died in the run – too hot. The team was amazing support!


IM fun and our terrific volunteers and support crew

Athlete Profile – Alex B

Name: Alex
Nickname: Blommers
How long have you been doing tri?: 3 months
How did you get into tri?: I wanted a new challange so joined the club
How many bikes do you have?: Two – a Giant roadie and a newly purchased Felt TT bike
What do you want to achieve this season?: To get through the season completing all the races i have signed up for and be ready for the half in May (fingers crossed)