South Africa was a blast and watching Alexa race the day before was the perfect prep day for my race. Sunday we woke up bright and early and I persuaded my beautiful girlfriend to get her lazy butt out of bed haha. We had a quick breakfast before heading to catch a bus to the transition. Quick check of the bike and off to the beach it was! Once on the beach I realized I had forgotten any food for before the race and Alexa decided to run 2 miles to the gas station the morning after the race to get me food, so grateful to have her around. We watched the pros go off and cruise through the course in stupid fast times before getting my wetsuit on and heading to marshalling after a quick good-luck hug and kiss from Alexa. There were not too many in my group but as we were getting set into our starting gate I was shuffled to the back and ended up being in the second to last wave. As we approached the gate my heart started racing and soon enough the tone rang and we were off. I knew I could swim with the best of my heat so I ran to the water to ensure I didn’t get stuck behind them. The water was refreshing and in no time at all I actually felt like I was smoothly gliding through the water. Within a minute I had caught the heat in front of me and swam through them. Another form my wave was matching my pace so I fell in line behind him and we continued to swim through wave after wave. Half way through I was still feeling strong but had definitely swallowed too much water. We made the final turn and I struggled finding the beach and sight buoys against the coast line so I went off course a time or two. Overall it was a great swim for me coming out under 30 minutes.
T1 flew by and nothing crazy happened. Before I knew it I was off and throwing down some watts on the speed concept! Hearing Alexa scream her head off put a smile on my face and started the bike off right
The bike started out with a lot of uphill and because it was raining everyone was taking corners a little easier than normal. A couple stronger cyclists went by me and I continued to eat up some of my age group. We left town and I found my rhythm and put my head down. Out of town we started to hit some really nice descents and a few harder climbs. The first few descents I hit mid 40’s easily and was screaming down the backside of the hills. I kept my climbs steady at 350-400 watts for the short ones and 300 for the long ones. All the sudden at mile 20 I felt a little lag between my input on the aero bars and the wheels reaction to those movements… I sat up and played with them and my heart sank. The aero bar had come loose and every descent was rattling it more and more as it grew looser and looser. A few more hills and I was stuck holding my aero bar steady while riding upright in my base bars. Everyone i passed and everyone that passed me I asked them for a multitool, this continued for almost 8 miles until Harold Garner was kind enough to reach into his pack and hand me his tool. I stopped and quickly found one of the screws that was loose and cranked it down. I jumped back on and started putting out watts. My legs were tired from having to it up and waste energy holding the bars on as well as stopping on the side of the road. Within 3 miles I hit a good bump and once again…they popped loose. This time I stopped and completely tore apart the handlebars, all 12 screws until every single one was retightened and was not coming loose. The only bad part is that the angle and placement of my handlebars that I had worked on for months on end was ruined. I would probably be uncomfortable the rest of the ride. I decided to enjoy the rest of the bike and take in 70.3 worlds for the views and experience. I came in from the bike in 2:42. I was way out of the race
T2 was pretty relaxed. Knowing I was out of It I took my time to grab my nutrition, put on new socks since it was raining all day, and go to the bathroom. I headed out onto the course with the intention to have fun. The first mile was brutal. My legs were in bad shape from all of the events on the bike and I was feeling it. The first 2 air stations I took EVERYTHING. I was starving from all the extra time on the bike and the stress from the mechanical failure. At mile 1.75 I had to stop. I had cramped up so hard on my hamstring that I couldn’t even walk. I tried a couple times but to no avail, so I spent a minute on the curb stretching, Finally It released, and I headed back out onto the course. I stopped at 3 to hug and kiss Alexa and say hi to the grandparents before heading back to jogging. The next 9 miles I felt great. I didn’t mind pace I just enjoyed the experience and ran strong but not over the top keeping it right under 6 minute miles. Mile 12 my stomach turned hard. All of the extra food came back and I needed a bathroom. I started to think and all of the sudden I realized, I hadn’t seen one bathroom throughout the whole run. I fought it the last mile and slowed my pace to 7 min miles and found the finishers chute. It was quite the learning experience and a great time in south Africa. after the race we went on an incredible 3 day safari which was so much needed and such a great experience.
ITU Grand Final Gold Coast Australia
The morning of the race in Australia was quite the adventure. At 9pm the night before there was an announcement that disc wheels wouldn’t be allowed. So at 4am a group of us met at my hotel to head down to the race. Once we got there I helped Grace change her wheel before changing mine. Because the rim was thinner than my disc, my brakes were locking up so I had to take my rear brakes apart and adjust the tension to accommodate the thinner wheel. After that was all settled and I helped a few other teammates set up the bikes, we started the LOOONNNGG walk to the swim start. After 30-some minutes of walking and jogging, we made it to the start. Before I could even get my wetsuit on my heat was called. I quickly through it on and headed out to the dock!
We jumped into the salty water and floated at the starting gate, we moved up to the start line and we were off! I jumped on the heels of a few swimmers that made a pack and latched on. I felt smooth but also felt that I was wasting strokes from time to time, forgetting my high elbow and resorting to my old form. I kept reminding myself to keep a high elbow and before I knew it we were done. I may have been in the last group but sub-23 minutes was a huge improvement from previous years.
As I ran in to T1 I saw that once again I was the only bike left. I put on my socks, shoes, and helmet, and tore out of T1.
The bike was technical and a little uphill and against the wind going out on the two loop course. I got a little down after seeing my average speed the first half-lap, but upon turning around I felt much better as I held almost 29 the whole way back to transition. The bike was uneventful (luckily) as I just held my target power and kept reminding myself to yell “On your RIGHT” not left. I flew into T2 with a solid setup for a good run.
Running into T2 I heard coach yell I had a chance to be top 5. I thought for sure he meant top 5 American as I thought I was way too far behind to be top 5 in the world. But just in case I sprinted through transition and took off after everyone with a “M20” on their calf.
Because the position was still a little screwed up from the handlebars coming loose, the first mile and a half were spent running with an extremely tight back, causing poor form and slow times that were approaching almost 6 minute miles. This pace was not gonna cut it. I saw my teammate Travis at a few U-Turns and clocked the distance to him and those around him. The first split was around 1:45, second one was 1:28, I felt better as back was loosening up. Approaching lap 2 of the run my back fully released and we were back in business. I watched the pace drop to the low 5’s and I knew we were in for a great day. I saw Travis again at 20 seconds, I knew I was making up good time on everyone. I heard Grant yell out I was in 9th starting the 2nd lap of the run and I told myself I was NOT ending this in 9th. I strided out and caught Travis, we gave each other a little high five and ran together for a bit before I locked in on my next target. As I headed in to the finish line I heard coach yelling I had to sprint if I wanted it, the last quarter mile I dropped below 4:30 trying for that top 5 spot, unfortunately I had gone too late. I missed top 5 by 9 seconds but looking up at my time and seeing 1:58:XX was an incredible feeling. The run had been .2 short and if I had that extra time, I would’ve made top 5. I am still in disbelief I took 6th place in the world championships and I couldn’t be happier with the race I laid out.
The 2018 sponsored season has come to a close, with just a few fun races left I have a lot to think about for 2019. I learned SO much in 2018 and I hope to take a lot of that into next year and use it to step my game up to a whole new level.
To my 2018 sponsors, you were incredible. The support was so great to have throughout the year and I am so proud to be able to represent all of you.
All of you awesome people, thank you for your endless support!!! Love you all
Hey everyone!! We figured we would catch you up on all of the fun travels we had to get to Africa. We are now in South Africa at our hotel and ready to catch up on some sleep.
To kick off all the travels, I started out in Fargo bright and early, with a phone call from mom at 5:35 asking “weren’t we supposed to leave at 5?” yes…yes we were. And like that, we were off to a great start! We ran out of the house and booked it to the airport. I checked the bike in and the American Airlines agent was in a great mood, so the bike fee was waived! DAY MADE!! Luckily Hector is one of the easier US airports to get through, so I made it to my flight just in time and departed for Dallas at 7am! I arrived at DFW airport mid-morning and found some food before heading to Alexa’s Gate and waited for her to arrive.
Alexa knocked out a huge 10 mile run at a crazy fast pace before packing up and heading to the airport later that morning from Tucson. Ayla dropped her off and after they said their good-byes, Alexa was on her way! She arrived at DFW at 3pm, met up with me, and we worked our way through the airport to our next gate.
After meeting, we found a sub shop in the main terminal, before heading to the international Terminal. At the international terminal we checked into our flight with our Passports and rerouted Alexa’s bag to arrive in Port Elizabeth, instead of picking it up in Johannesburg and rechecking it. After we had that situated, we found a set of stairs and ran up and down to get the blood flowing before the 15-hour flight.
We boarded the gigantic plane and found row 16. The plane was beautiful and had everything we could ever ask for. We had the row to ourselves, so we unpacked and got situated for the next 15 hours. Before departing, attendants brought us headphones, then some socks, toothbrushes and toothpaste, sleeping masks, lip balm, and some moist towelettes! Despite its size, the plane somehow left the ground and we set off to begin our world travels! Shortly after taking off, we realized the arm rests did not go up unlike the row in front of us and after a quick walk around the plane it was clear all other rows were taken as people had spread out to sleep for the night. We were stuck with the ONE row in the plane where the arm rests did not go up to make a bed. We watched “Game Night” and had our first meal on the flight. I had some chicken and rice while Alexa had peanut curry and rice. Not bad for airline food! We caught a little sleep before having our “snack”. The snack was one of two sandwiches, I opted for the cheese, lettuce, and tomato, while Alexa went for a chicken curry sandwich. We both slept a little more and woke up to another snack of apples and ice cream!! We turned on Pitch perfect 1 &2 before getting our breakfast. Both of us had egg bake with hash browns. Just a few hours later we landed in Doha, Qatar!!
We landed in Doha at 4:30pm and after exiting the plane, we sped through customs and headed right for the tour information desk to sign up for a free city tour. Turns out, If you have over a 5-hour layover in Doha, they give you a free city tour! After signing up we went up to the 4th floor of the airport and swam in the 25-meter lap pool! The facility was gorgeous, and the water was very much needed. Feeling refreshed, we headed to the tour where we went through immigration and got stamps in our passports! :D. Once we stepped outside, the heat just hit us in the face. It was unlike anything we have ever felt before. It was 8pm and the sun had already been down for a few hours, but it was still well over 90 degrees and the humidity was so dense it almost felt like it was misting, it took your breath away…. literally. Discover Qatar had a tour bus waiting just outside the airport and once the group was on, we received cookies and water as we rode to a local marina across the bay from the Qatar skyline. Qatar is a country that takes great pride in the way their country looks and even their light poles were beautifully lit up and had the national anthem etched into every pole. Their skyline is lined with neon lights and the way the city lit up in the haze was incredible. After snapping a few pictures, the bus left and drove right into the heart of the city. We drove through the incredibly crafted buildings in magnificent colors. Each one beautiful in its own way. The next stop was a marina next to a strip of stores ranging from Ferrari and Bentley, to ______. We walked quickly to see the marina and a few buildings that caught our eye before heading back to the bus. The next stop was the Blue Mosque! The Mosque was incredibly crafted, and the architecture was stunning. The final stop was the market, where the tour guide led us in and we had a half hour to explore and embrace the culture that surrounded the market. While the rest of the city was quiet and tranquil, the market streets were the exact opposite. There was a buzz of energy up and down the streets with people roaming all around. We were drenched in sweat from the heat and humidity, so we grabbed an ice cream cone before we found a little hut to get dinner. The man running the restaurant had us sit and asked if we wanted him to bring out 4 or 5 meals for us. We were not super hungry and did not know what exactly we were getting into because the menu was not in English, so we said we would just need one meal, we went back and forth with him a couple times and ended up with what we thought was one meal. He headed into the hut, grabbed a couple tin pans, and filled them up with piles of food. He ended up bringing us 2 meals despite our request for one, but both looked really unique and delicious. We dug in. One was somewhat like a chicken enchilada, and the other was a rice with curry and chicken. As we ate, a few cats decided to join us, and the man ran over with a stick and chased them away. We finished the meal and paid the man before heading back to the bus. Qatar was absolutely beautiful, and we enjoyed every second we spent out on the city. The tour left us with a desire to come back and explore the city more. But for now we continue with our travels to South Africa.
Once back at the airport, we went back through immigration and TSA and we were amazed by how efficient they were. We didn’t need to empty liquids, or take anything out of bags, once we got to the front of the line, we were through in seconds. We had close to two hours before we boarded our next flight so we found ourselves back in the pool to knock down a couple hundred meters. Afterwards we grabbed some showers in the airport lounge, because wow we needed them. We grabbed a sandwich to split and got to the next gate for the flight to Johannesburg at 2am. They started boarding, but we chose to go last because sitting did NOT sound fun at this point. The plane boarded for almost 50 minutes before the line ended and we walked on to the plane. We found our row and once again it looked like we had it to ourselves! The best part was…. our seat arm rests went up!! The doors closed, and we were excited to get to sleep across the row until… one of the flight attendants yelled out “21?” and pointed to the extra seat, and as luck would have it, this lady emerges from the very back of the plane and sits down in our row. Unfortunately, didn’t get to spread out as much, but we made do and threw a movie on as we nodded off. After sleeping a good amount of the flight, we woke to a breakfast that neither of us really wanted, so we snacked on yogurt, apples, and pita chips to hold us over. We landed in Johannesburg and went through customs again. We stopped at the carousel to make sure our bags actually got checked through, and after not seeing them we went to our next gate. TSA was once again very fast, and we were through within a couple minutes. We found a restaurant called Airport Brewing Company (one of the 2 restaurants in our terminal) and sat down for our first non-airline food meal in days. After a quick bite we went to the gate and boarded the plane to Port Elizabeth! FINALLY we were going to be there. Little did we know…
We arrived in Port Elizabeth at 4:00 and there was a huge crowd around the door waiting for their bikes, so Alexa and I decided to use the restroom and hang out for a bit while it settled down around the carousel and the bike bag drop. After the crowd had calmed and claimed their bags, we went in to find that ours….weren’t there. I immediately jumped in line to talk with baggage services while Alexa continued looking. She had no luck, so I proceeded to the counter (with half our plane in line behind me). We talked with the man at the counter and it sounded like the airline was not prepared for every passenger to have one full bag AND one giant bike bag, so they just couldn’t keep up with the load. They ended up having to hold some back on previous flights but the demand was still there for the bags so they originally had 10% of bags held back, then 20, then 30, and now there are so many people who have nothing for days. We were a couple of those people. They told us that our bags would be on the 3pm flight the following day and shipped to our guest house shortly after. We headed out of the airport with Jamison our driver who got us to our guest house safely. We checked in to the beautiful room and passed out immediately.
The next morning, we woke up for a wonderful breakfast prepared by the hotel staff before our city tour. We met Nana, Papa Jack, and our guide Lizl outside the guest house and headed straight for the heart of Port Elizabeth. Our first stop was Fort Fredrick which was an old British fort that had been around for hundreds of years, but never fired a shot. Next up was the Athenaeum, which had some information on the 67 years of work by Nelson Mandela. We followed part Route 67 (route 67 consists of 67 pieces of art symbolizing the work of Nelson Mandela). After that short stop we went to Donkin Reserve. Donkin Reserve holds the largest flag in Africa along with a pyramid for Elizabeth Donkin and a lighthouse along with some incredible works of art explaining the history and culture of Port Elizabeth and South Africa. We walked down to the city center and saw another few key parts of PE history and a building called the Feathermarket Centre which was the home to an organ with 1500 pipes. The interesting thing about the Fethermarket Centre is that the roof did NOT match the rest of the building, and this was because the plans were accidentally switched with a train station and constricted in just that way! We took a few more pictures around Donkin Reserve before heading back to the guest house.
Back at the guest house we called about our luggage as it was close to 4pm, after checking they informed us it was still not there. They claimed it would be coming on the 6pm flight instead. We headed to Ironman village and the expo to get our mind off our stuff and get back into the race week mindset. We did our biometrics scan (picture, fingerprint, and ID scan) then checked in and received our beautiful bags. Before we left, the zipper on Alexa’s bag broke so she returned hers for a new one. The expo was the next stop before heading to the Ironman store. At the store we found a few cool shirts and hats we liked and figured if our bags aren’t going to come we might as well have a few shirts to rotate around. In the checkout line Alexa realized she left her wallet in the bag that broke so we headed back to find the broken bag with her wallet in it, easy enough right? Wrong. Turns out there was a manufacture defect and there were over 1000 bags that had been returned. We spent the next 90 minutes going through bags before deciding to call it a night. Nana and Papa Jack asked us to go out to dinner with them and The Coachman was exactly what we needed. After our bellies were full we followed them back to the place they were staying and called our Travel Insurance agents who started a claim for us to get us some money to buy clothing and necessities as we have no idea when these bags will actually pop up. We returned to the guest house and are still, not so happily, waiting for our bags.
Thank you all for the kind words and prayers for our bags and our well-being on this trip. A special thank you to all of you who are helping locate our stuff!! Tomorrow we head out on a catamaran to go see some penguins and hopefully dolphins and whales!