Wednesday, February 13, 2013

5 Ways Surviving Mardi Gras Prepares You for a Triathlon

So, you've decided to do a triathlon, but your closest experience with an endurance event is surviving Mardi Gras in Soulard? Wait a minute! Some maniac told you the events are comparable?

Well of course they are! Just like apples and oranges, cats and dogs, or Norwegian Death Metal and German Polka, a day of athleticism and a day of debaucherous revelry are two sides of the same coin. All you have to do is know how to look at each event...provided you can see straight by the end of the day...

The Swim - Your First Dive into the Tasty Liquid

You're starting with a cold, brisk morning no matter how you look at it. If you would join me at my place for a breakfast party on Mardi Gras, you're up at 6:00am to help prepare for the rest of the guests: starting the chili, icing the keg, and laying out jello shots. Go ahead and stick your head in the tub of ice surrounding the keg. That should give you an idea of what it's like to jump in for the start of a 7am swim in the Pacific Ocean (usually around 52 degrees Fahrenheit during March). Don't keep your head down there too long, though. The beer is probably still too warm to drink quite yet, but, lucky for you, there are plenty of jello shots in the next room. Go ahead; have one.
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Why are you coughing? Oh? It sounds like you just said that your host put too much vodka in them and it's burning your throat. But that couldn't be the case! He's just preparing you for the type of choking that might happen when 1,000 other people swimming within a few feet of each other splash ocean water (probably full of urine...seriously, ask ANY triathlete) into their neighbor's mouth. Be thankful your host didn't kick you in the face!

Really, EVERYONE pisses their wetsuit. This is just really good Photoshopping.
Now, get yourself another shot. And grab some tissues while you're at it just in case you get too close to the people fighting you for a good position near the keg.

Transition 1 - Pace Yourself

This is relatively straight forward. You have a long day ahead of you, and you don't want to overdo it at the outset. Settle in and mix yourself a Bloody Mary as you prep yourself for a long ride. An Ironman athlete would usually use this time to lube up before sitting on a bike saddle for several hours. I don't suggest you do the same at Mardi Gras parties. Rather, use that (unlubed) hand to go around and make some new friends. Hey, maybe that crowd over in the corner doing keg stands will be fun to talk to...

Actually, that stiff one in the middle looks like he's had enough.

The Bike - Gain Ground and Fuel Up

...Keg stands?? Really?? What did I JUST tell you about PACING yourself? All might not be lost. In a triathlon, the bike is a really good time to gain some ground on other competitors and take in some food and sports drinks to stay fueled up and hydrated throughout the long day. If you're at Mardi Gras, you should do the same thing!

Crack some jokes with your fellow riders, go enjoy some of that chili, see if there are any jello shots left, and continue to help yourself to some of that sweet, sweet nectar pouring from the keg. If it's liquid, it'll keep you hydrated, right? You want to do it now; it'll be tough to down anything in those solo cups once you start your run around on the streets.

Around this time after going up and down a few hills on a bike (or finding yourself in an endless loop between the bathroom and the keg), you might decide that it's a good idea to try something radical to change things up. Maybe throw on a high gear and sprint past the people in front of you. The party might be drawing to a close soon. Better chat up that cutie you've been playing cat and mouse with before you lose them in the crowd. Who knows? This could be your lucky day.

Why do you look so surprised? By this point in the day, nothing should shock you.

Transition 2 - It's a Balancing Act

Do NOT use yoga as proof of sobriety.
Coming right off the bike in a triathlon, your knees might be a bit wobbly making it difficult to stand. No time like the present to relearn how to do the balancing act. Similarly, as you're preparing to leave your Mardi Gras party and explore the streets, you'll probably take a hurricane in one hand and a beer in the other. It's a smart decision. Since you were probably likely to spill one anyway, it'll be important to have a second on standby. But for heaven's sake, make sure you keep putting one foot in front of the other once you start walking around in the crowd. No one wants anybody bumping into them. If there aren't people around to catch you when you fall, then it's even more important to stay the course. The LAST thing you want is to tumble over onto road. For some reason, the police keeping the peace during this event get really touchy if you make a mess on the concrete.

Officer, I can't tell you with any certainty if that is blood or hurricane on the ground.

The Run - My God, Please Just End this Now

Why are all of these people still doing this to themselves at this hour? Look at that guy on the curb. Is he alive or just napping? Wait! No! Don't puke on him just to find out. Aim for the gutter; they can just hose that down.

If you haven't fallen over and broken yourself, then all you have to do is make it safely to the finish line. Avoid making contact with any shady looking characters trying to get their kicks by messing around with someone as resilient and tired as you. You're better than that! Better than them!

Stop straying so far from the pack! Follow the person in front of you and don't take any drinks from someone you don't know. There's probably an aid station just a couple of blocks up; they'll take care of you (but they might overcharge you at Mardi Gras).

Or bury you with their trash after taking your money.
Are you still with me? I think I can see the finish line. It looks like all of our friends are there! Or, wait, were we following them or were they following us? Did we just do an unnecessary circle? I think it's going to be okay. Someone is leading you by the arm and taking your picture with a bright camera while they put some beaded/medal necklace or other around your neck. Hooray!

Epilogue - Victory in Perseverance...who threw all this crap on the streets and broke my window?

You made it!

Hey! Wake up! You did it; you're at the finish line! I know a nap seems like a good idea right now, but there's so much celebrating to be done still.

What's that?  Most big triathlons take place on Sunday mornings and you just spent 14 hours of a Saturday drinking sugar, alcohol, and eating greasy food? Erggggg...

I'd tell you just to suck it up and drink some water...but that might not be the right call here.
...Well, I didn't tell you to schedule the Mardi Gras party and the race back-to-back! That's just poor planning! Try to have a bit more foresight next time instead of letting someone lead you around by the nose. You've no one to blame but yourself (and maybe that jerk who kicked you in the face during your keg stand...I promise, we'll find him.)

Maybe a triathlon isn't the right decision for you. Might just be best to stick to Mardi Gras on its own next year. Either way, you're guaranteed to be sore the next morning.
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Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Even at 1/5 the distance, Escape From Alcatraz scares me MORE than Ironman

Many of you may know that I completed my first Ironman back in August of 2012. That was a 2.4-mile swim, a 112-mile bike, and a 26.2-mile marathon run totaling to 140.6 miles. It took me 15 hours and 48 minutes to finish, but I survived.

Escape From Alcatraz is a little less than 1/5 of the distance of an Ironman having a 1.5-mile swim, an 18-mile bike, and an 8-mile run. But I have a confession:

Alcatraz scares me MORE than the Ironman!

Sure, Ironman is a LONG, grueling event and plenty of people who start the race don't finish. Yes, I will probably be done with Alcatraz before noon on race day and actually have a chance to explore San Francisco (unlike finishing at 11:30pm and going straight to sleep like I did in Louisville back in August). Distance-wise, Alcatraz is the easier day, most would say. And to most, I would say, "First, don't try to put words in my mouth. Second, look at the scorecard!"

Let's take a side-by-side glance at each leg of the two races...

THE SWIM

Woah. Back up. Sharks?! Go ahead and ignore what I said about fish and cars. Anything else I could add to the difficulty in the Ironman swim is nowhere near as pants-shittingly terrifying as creatures whose business it is to have sharp teeth and take big chunks out of tasty flesh. Alcatraz, you win this round and give us further proof that God never intended for us to explore the horrors of the ocean deep.

THE BIKE

Ok. That's not so bad. At first glance, it looks like Ironman Louisville might be the tougher course on this one. 112 miles is a LOT of saddle time, and I remember how freaked out I was with a sore rear when that guy popped out of the bushes to frighten all of the tired cyclists. And hills? I've ridden on hills before. No big deal, right? Well, I've never been to San Francisco, maybe I should take a look at the two cities:
Louisville
San Francisco













Oh my. That's a bit of an elevation difference. Still, it might not be that bad. I can push my quads until there's just enough left in them for the run. Provided the run doesn't have anything too demanding in it. Speaking of...

THE RUN

For those of you familiar with the Escape From Alcatraz Triathlon, when you think of a difficult part of the run...I don't even need to finish this sentence.
The Equinox Sand Ladder is probably one of the most difficult parts of a triathlon that I've read about in my 4 years of racing. With 400 uneven wooden steps lodged into a hill of sand, it has to be a killer on the legs...and there are still 3 miles left to run once you reach the top. That image up there is a picture, but if it was a video, you'd have to wait a long time to tell the difference because (so I've heard) even the pros end up walking this part of the race very slowly.

So, it looks like Alcatraz has earned its spot as the most frightening tri I've faced so far. Still, I'll be jumping off the boat with everyone else on the morning of March 3. Help make sure the potential dangers I'm facing are worth my while by making a donation to the Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson's Research.  Let's reach our goal of raising $1,500 for a great cause and make escaping that much easier on me. We're already well on our way to the goal, but we could use your help.

Thank you all for the support, and Tri more each day.
-Bobby Jones

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