Coach Travis is the perfect example of how to be a serious triathlete without being too serious. In this special series of articles he chronicles his return to Ironman…in just 10 weeks
Last Sunday I showed up to the club ride with a course that I knew was going to challenge me, in fact if I’m honest I wasn’t entirely sure that I would be able to complete it having done pretty much zero training since early December last year. For whatever reason only Shane showed up and with him having a session already set by his coach and being a much stronger rider than me I sent him on his way. Truth be told in the recent past I probably would have turned around and ridden the ten kay home but for some reason I decided to set off on the planned route by myself, at least for a bit. Maybe it was because I’d publicly posted the route on the club page and felt like showing everyone that the they should get back in the swing. Hey if the lazy Prez can get off his arse and train then you should too…
Well something unexpected happened while I was out there. I began to really enjoy myself. Riding solo I had nobody pushing me yet I was working my backside off. The sun was shining, the hills were looking massive and the endorphins were kicking in. With only about half the ride done and plenty of elevation in front of me before I headed homeward I went to replace my empty bidon with a full bottle and hit a bump at the wrong time. BAM, down goes the bidon and I’m stuck in the middle of Death Valley on a warm day facing 30km home with no water. That just made me smile and push on happy to face the challenge. Luckily I saw Kellie and Carley on the way home and they provided me with some cool, fresh water so I didn’t melt. Even the couple of swoops I received couldn’t darken my spirits.
I guess what I learned last weekend was that I just love a challenge. I live for pushing myself to see exactly how much I can hack when the going gets tough. Last year at Ironman I thought I’d found that point but with hindsight my problem that day wasn’t that it was too hard, it was that I’d forgotten how to have fun with hurting. Sunday I found my happy (hurty) place. It was like flipping a light switch.
When I got home I guess Simone could see something had changed. That evening we were sitting on the couch and she asked me whether I was training for something. I made the mistake of smiling and she knew. Ten weeks out and I was making a play at Ironman WA.
Now me deciding to Ironman at late notice isn’t anything new. The first time I raced Cairns (2014) I signed up less than six weeks out. The third time I graced the course it was more like seven days, so what’s the big deal? I guess what I want to show is that there is no big deal. Not that finishing an Ironman isn’t a major achievement because it is. I mean that it isn’t beyond the reach of the average person (trust me I’m very average.)
So for the lead in to Ironman WA I am going to keep you all in the loop. You’ll hear what’s gone well and what hasn’t in my week, a rough outline of my training, a few funny (or perhaps tragic) anecdotes and a lot of the weird things that go through my head. I want to show you all that it doesn’t take a perfect life, incredible discipline or crazy hours to become an Ironman.
“Now, now” I hear you say, “you’ve got a long training history that must help” so let’s start by letting you know exactly where I was at when I made this decision. In the prior 42 weeks (since IMWA 2017) I had done exactly 74 hours of training consisting of 36hrs of bike, 32 hours of run and a whopping 6 hours of swimming. Of course that’s not spread evenly, almost half of those 42 weeks had no training at all. For those of you who know about such things my CTL was about 8. So I guess we can say I’m kind of starting from scratch.
So what’s been going on this week? Well in real Trav style my first day of “official” training was a rest day but otherwise every day has involved a swim, ride or run and getting some testing in to see exactly where I’m at, with some results way scarier than others. It culminated in Sunday’s ride which was amazing. I got to kill myself riding up Great Eastern Highway to get to Mundaring in time to catch up with some great company for a steady aerobic ride for a couple of hours before taking the long way home throwing in some extra hills for good measure.
It’s important that I don’t ramp up too quickly because that’s a sure-fire way to injury or burnout. At the same time ten weeks isn’t a long time to go from bugger-all to Ironman fitness so every session is going to have to count. I’m going to be attacking my fitness on three fronts to maximise my gains and beat the law of diminishing returns.
This coming week will be an effort fitting in three rides, three runs and three swims around a club meeting, coaching twice and trying to maintain the most important things like a relationship and remaining employed. If you do manage to see me though, feel free to tell me what a dumb decision this is and how you could never do it. I look forward to showing you that one of those statements is possibly right and the other undoubtedly wrong.
Trav (aka Stikman)