Sunday, January 20, 2013

Head Games


I wrote this mid-December and forgot to post it (oops) but the point is still the same a month later!

“Ok, last hard set of the day,” Coach told us, “12x25 under-overs on :35.”  This is possibly my least favorite set.  For those who don’t know what this is, it is a length of the pool completely underwater followed by another length of the pool at a sprint with no breaths (six times).  While 35 seconds isn’t a short interval, it feels like an incredibly fast turnaround when the wall is the only time you can take in any oxygen.  I groaned but prepared to complete the set.  I’ve been working on hypoxic training the last few months and know I can physically push myself to do a set like this (no matter how uncomfortable).  However, a funny thing happened this time.  Following my first underwater 25, I took a look at the clock knowing I’d only have about five seconds to recover.  But instead of taking a few breaths and pushing back off the wall, my body seized up.  I couldn’t seem to get a breath in.  On the next wall, I hopped out of the pool; I sat on the side of the pool hyperventilating for a minute before I realized that I wasn’t going to “pull it together” and ran to the bathroom where I promptly collapsed and burst into tears.  Much to my dismay, I was having a (mild) panic attack.  After a few minutes, I calmed down and jumped back in the pool.  I didn’t give the episode a second thought until halfway through track practice the next night when it (almost) happened again. 

I don’t like talking about mental health issues.  I like to stand here, pretending I have all the answers and that I am the strong one at all times.  Unfortunately, that is simply not the case.  After writing a paper this past semester on how cognition and “choking under pressure” affect athletic performance, I’ve come to realize that many athletes are hindered by anxiety.  Therefore, I’ve decided to swallow my pride and share a little insight here. 

As athletes, we work hard to condition our bodies and expect them to thank us by performing at a few key times (ie races).  However, despite meticulous attention paid to nutrition, perfect detail recorded for heart rate and power, and endless hours logged in training, we tend to neglect one of the most integral parts of our bodies: the mind.  I won’t bore you with the details (contact me if you want them) but essentially; research shows that in many cases the difference between a great athlete and an elite athlete is the ability to remain relaxed under pressure. 

I am not one of those people. While I’m not prone to episodes like the one I described above, I have had several races in which I did not reach my full potential because I shut down mentally (as described in a few of my previous blogs).  However, despite wanting to work with athletes and in sports psychology (through music therapy) someday, I have long resisted admitting that my game could use a little help in this area.  This is the season that I admit I need to work on my mental strength and relaxation.  I believe that this aspect of training and preparation is what will help push me to the next level of athleticism.

In order to negate the stigma associated with addressing one’s mental health, I believe it is best to compare mental health to physical health.  For example, if you have a cold, it is probably best to eat chicken soup and get lots of rest.  However, if we ignore symptoms or if the nap doesn’t work, that cold may progress to a sinus infection or bronchitis in which case a quick stop at the local walk-in clinic should get you fixed up in no time.  Unfortunately, every now and again, that infection will continue to progress and you find yourself with pneumonia, meaning some heavy duty medical care. 

In mental health, it is not much different (I’ll relate it to our sport for the purpose of this post).  Every now and again, you may start to feel sluggish or that workouts have become a chore.  This can probably be fixed with a few days of rest, some relaxed and fun workouts (like trail runs), talking with a close friend or loved one, and a beer.  However, sometimes this rut lasts a little long or stress and anxiety may start to build (ie panicking in the pool).  At this point, it’s probably best to bring up your concerns to your coach (I know mine had a lot of wisdom to offer when I was finally honest about how I was feeling).  In a particularly rough patch, though, a quick fix may not work, too much stress could result in a season of poor races or in constant stress related to training (this can even result in physical injury if the body is holding too much stress).  At this point, it is best to seek a little professional help.  A psychologist or counselor may be able to help you to better understand where your anxiety is coming from and to develop appropriate coping mechanisms. 

Personally, I didn’t take care of myself mentally when I was a high school athlete.  Not only did I end up stressed out and slower, I grew to hate running so much I hardly ran (and didn’t compete at all) for about five years.  Multisport has brought me so much joy that it pains me to imagine myself or anyone else growing to hate the sport.  After talking to my coaches and having a few quality workouts (long ride/run = therapy for me), I think my little anxiety episode has passed (though I still freak when I have to hold my breath too long).  However, I will not hesitate to seek further help should stress or anxiety continue to haunt me.  I believe as athletes (and as human beings) we stand to benefit from letting go of our pride and admitting that sometimes our minds need a little work and that we cannot do it alone.

So, yes, I do like to think of myself as a pillar of strength; but the truth is, even the mighty pyramids eventually erode unless a restoration crew comes in every now and again to provide support.  Thanks Coach Mace and Coach Reu for dealing with my tears and fears :)


Hard to forget the joy of running when views 
like this are practically in your backyard

A little cross-training (in this case xc skiing) helps me to relax a little


Friday, January 11, 2013

Training Camp Recap


Two years ago I opted to do training camp “on my own” which resulted in me gaining a solid five pounds and nearly dying of oxygen deprivation when I got back to Colorado.  Last year, I made the right decision and traveled to Tucson with my team for camp.  That week I rode more than I ever had before, improved my overall fitness, and had a blast.  I thought that trip would be hard to top but I’m pretty sure this year was even better!  With Ian along for the suffering too, I couldn’t have asked for more (except maybe some warmer weather).

DAY ONE
A few of us headed down a day early and I had the absolute pleasure of spending our first day with my friend Angela and her husband.  We got in a nice long brick to burn off the previous night’s Mexican food and margaritas.  I was feeling pretty weak from having a little flu bug but I think the workout helped me get it all out of my system.  Side note, running was pretty stinking entertaining as it was the second of January and all the New Year’s resolutionists were out jogging in jeans (ouch).

DAY TWO – Mount Lemmon
Yikes!  This ride goes up about 6000 ft (from 2 to 8) over about 25 miles, starting in a cactus filled desert and ending in a pine-filled ski area.  While slow and daunting, it was such a beautiful ride and a great time to bond with a few of my teammates as well as one of my NAU girls (Hannah).  Of course, the giant cookies at the top serve as a pretty decent carrot but I think the true reward is the 40 minute decent home!

Rammies Ready for Mt Lemmon

Windy Point - Halfway Up!

With Steph, Hannah, and Eliza - Picture break at Windy Point


DAY THREE – Run/Swim
I always dread group runs a little but, running is definitely the weakest of my three sports and it stresses me out to watch others effortlessly stride along while I slowly die.  However, on this run, I vowed to go my own pace, even if it meant running alone or at the back of the pack.  Low and behold, I settled in with a few Tricat ladies pretty quickly.  We weren’t at the front of the pack but we certainly weren’t at the back either.  The scenery was gorgeous (we were just outside the Saguaro National Forest) and the 10.3 mile run flew by as we chatted and got to know one another.  I love when a workout can surprise me!

It was pretty (relatively) chilly out so I was dreading swimming in Arizona’s gorgeous outdoor pool.  Fortunately, the water was heated and the sun was in the perfect position for a comfortable swim (I even got a little tan line).  It was a tough workout but being in the water with 60 college triathletes was inspiring their presence helped me really push my body.  At the end of practice, we had some fun with a few crazy relays (I just won’t tell you which relay group had to do planks on the deck for coming in last).

Rams After Our Run


DAY THREE – Gates Pass Ride/Swim/Run
Brrrr what a cold morning!  The entire group of riders stayed together for the first portion of the ride.  The cold really made me want to push the pace but it was also nice to hold back and get to know another Tricat.  Once we hit the “real” ride though, it got super intense!  I was bound and determined to stick with the lead pack for as long as possible.  I cannot describe how much fun it was to fly down a flat road at 30+ mph with a group of about 15 riders (almost makes me want to be a cyclist)!  I worked my booty off and stuck with the pack until about 2/3rds of the way through the loop when the boys dropped me on an incline.  I managed to stick with a second pack though and we finished the flatter section not far back from the pack.  Then the hill hit.  Gates Pass was steep and, while short, more difficult than Lemmon.  What a great feeling it was to get to the top (and to find the boys waiting for us).  We descended back into town and went to the Tricat president’s house to warm up and devour his leftovers (from the dinner they hosted) before swim.

I’d venture to say this swim was even tougher; it required a lot of mental toughness and simulated a race start and transition into race pace, yikes!  The subsequent run started out pretty treacherous but had the pleasant side effect of loosening my stiff legs.  On the ride back home, I couldn’t help but be awed by the gorgeous sunset.  Equally jaw-dropping was the fact that a group of us had been riding for both sunrise and sunset that day!

Top of Gates Pass with Ian


DAY FOUR – Final Ride
This ride took us north of town.  It was nice to ride over rolling hills and some false flats (so I could actually hold on and not get dropped for the most part).  Again, it was so wonderful to chat and make yet another new Tricat friend on this ride!  The way home was a little hairy due to a little crash but I couldn’t help but love the descent when I realized the whole way out had been a false flat inline!

Sadly, that was the end for me though.  While a few Rammies were able to stay an extra day, my group loaded up the truck to drive home through the night.  The better part of this week has been devoted to light training and recovery as we head into another tough week.  I’m giving yoga a try and will be getting a massage tomorrow as well.

Overall, I cannot say enough what a pleasure it was to spend the week training with my team, NMU, NAU, ASU, and UA; thank you thank you thank you to Coach Brian Grasky and the UA Tricats for hosting such an amazing camp!  I logged some quality miles, strengthened old friendships, formed new ones, and had the opportunity to train with Ian (though he was always pretty far ahead of me).  Can’t wait to keep the training ball rolling at to see all of my MCTC training camp buddies again for our regional race in Havasu!