Ironman in Making

Ironman in Making
Target - Ironman Zurich 2016

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

RAAMbling Across America


Like any other ultra cyclist, for me too, Race Across America (RAAM) was the biggest dream. After winning the Deccan Cliffhanger in 2014, I started channelling all my energies towards making my RAAM dream come true. I enlisted the services of Divya Tate, who has had considerable RAAM experience and is well known in the Indian cycling circuit.

RAAM is a 4800 km cycle race which starts in Oceanside, CA on the west coast and goes all the way across the USA to the east coast to end at Annapolis, MD. The toughest cycle race in the world. 50% longer than the Tour de France and done in a maximum period of 12 days which is half the time of TDF with no rest and no drafting. As Austrian adventurer and 3 times RAAM finisher Wolfgang Fasching once said "Everest is more dangerous, but RAAM is much harder". 

The RAAM map

Before I went there to do this crazy race I wanted to get a crewing experience, so that I could get a measure of the race. Therefore with Divya’s encouragement, I drafted a resume of all my cycling and crewing exploits and Divya sent it out to a few riders who were looking for crew to Race across America. Within a couple of days, I was in touch with the amazing Joan Deitchman who gave me the green signal and took me on board as her crew member.
All this happened about 5 months before the gruelling race started and the excitement had already kicked in. That’s when Joan gave me access to her RAAM wiki page with all her plans from nutrition to crew training neatly organized. Joan along with her advisor Sandy sent us a lot of information and other hypothetical scenarios and asked us how we would deal in such situations. It was this pre-race prep that made me realise how big a mountain RAAM is. Even before the rider got to the start, there was a lot of planning that needed to be taken care of.
Joan’s attention to detail was amazing as her plan seemed foolproof, covering every minute detail. She helped me procure an American visa by providing all the necessary documents. I landed in Los Angeles after a seemingly unending flight made more brutal by the horrendous British AIr crew. I had a week to spend in LA before I met Joan and crew in Oceanside. 

I stayed with the amazing Anand Patel and his beautiful Argentinian girlfriend Carolina. Anand was introduced to me by her niece who I met on a cycle tour in India. Even though I was a stranger to these guys, they took me in and gave a warm bed to crash. Anand who's an avid cyclist even lent me his road bike to go touring into the city. I had the most amazing time as I explored LA looking for the best places to eat on the bike. I had a big culture shock in LA, I had not expected the heavy spanish influence. After 5 days in LA on my bike I can now pretty much know my way around like a local. I went to Hollywood, Sunset Boulevard, Bell Air, Santa Monica, Malibu, Venice, little mexico, In-n-Out burgers, IHOP, etc. I even cycled up the local hill and tried my legs for the KOM. As I left LA i had already put on a couple of kilos. I took a train to Oceanside which hugged the coast (literally, coast was less than 10 ft away) and as it sped south I caught a glimpse of Disneyland as well.     


With Anand and Carolina in LA
   
Three days before the start, I finally met Joan and the crew at Oceanside. Joan already seemed to be in the zone, as she constantly thought of all the things to be done before the race, but she was super friendly and took good care of all the crew.

The Deitchman crew were a varied bunch, with four crew from Canada, one each from Hawaii, Alaska and Puerto Rico and two Indians. We soon began our team building exercises. The canadian pair of Carson who is Joan's younger brother and Big Steve were a great company. Then came the loud,cheerful and sprightly trio of Maria, Sonia and Jamaica who had crewed for Joan before. Jamaica who was the assistant crew chief was also the team mechanic. Rob and and Melissa other athletes joined us too. I was also pleased to have the company of a fellow indian Rohitash from Himachal whos pursuing a PhD there and also planning to do RAAM soon. Lastly my favourite crew person was the ever funny, ever coffee drinking, all knowing (about RAAM),  Mike Deithchman, Joans husband. He always had funny stories to tell about each part of RAAM route we went through. He's also favourite coz he paid for all the beer and donuts.   

The Deitchman Crew


 Joan, Veronica (Crew Chief) and Mike, each took us through the orientation of route books, walkie talkies, van set up etc. We had a set up of 3 vans and no RVs. We were to rely on motels along the route for crew sleep breaks.

We also had to attend crew seminars and van inspections. It was here, that I got to interact with other racers and their crew, where I made it a point to talk to the solo riders. I was lucky to talk to CHRISTOPH FRIGGIN STRASSER, Anders Tesgaard, Shusannah Pillinger and other team riders including compatriots, the Mahajan bros before the race. I was surprised to see that RAAM is a small community, where everyone knows everyone.


Mike showing the follow Van set up


The current champ of Ultra Cycling - Christoph Strasser


There was a lot of energy and buzz at the start, as cowbells rang and people cheered on happily at the base. There were flags from the countries of the participating riders including our very own tricolour. The race begins at twelve noon right under the Oceanside pier as riders were flagged off every two minutes just like a time trial. As soon as Joan was off, three people from our crew followed her in a follow van, while three more including me had to take a separate route to meet them at a town called Borrego i.e. 70 miles into the desert.


Cheering Joan out of the Desert


Starting from sea level, the riders experience a 2500 meters climb in the first 60 miles. After which, they go down this climb into the desert below sea level - the glass elevator’s sheer drop in altitude. 
This year, the Arizona desert was super-hot with mercury rising up to 48 degrees that took a toll on almost every rider. It didn’t spare the mighty Christoph Strasser, who later went on to abandon his ride because of lung infection. When I had met him before the race he seemed super confident and strong. This shows how unpredictable RAAM can be. Joan had to conserve herself here, so as not to burn out too soon. We constantly gave her ice packs to keep cool.
Besides, the desert was a mixed bag for me as it appeared to be charmingly rustic but unbearably hot and unforgiving at the same time. also gave us some beautiful moments too. 

For me the most beautiful part was the moonlit monument valley which came after we crossed into Utah from Arizona. I was in the errand van with Mike and Ro, we took a little detour to go on top of a little hillock. From there all we could see was the  silhouette of the great monuments as the moon rose behind them and the glow of Joan and the follow car in the distance. This along with a dark sky lit with millions of stars gave a very surreal experience. One night I'd never forget. 

The monument Valley at night


I also got to see the Saguaro cactus which I had only been seeing in wild west movies. Speaking of the wild west, on the second day of RAAM I was in the errand van with Steve and Mike with nothing much to do; and we were passing through Navajo Nation, the land of Navajo Indians. It was remarkably different from the "other" America. This land is reserved only for Indians (American Indians) and only they can own real estate here. We also stopped at a couple of "trading posts" which were selling Indian artefacts. 

Once we were through the desert we soon came across the big Rocky Mountains, the continental divide where we'd be going taking the  'wolf creek pass’ the highest point in RAAM. Ahhh Colorado!! My favourite state, full of mountains and legal weed.The mountains were filled with roaring pines ,flowing creeks and teeming with wildlife. It was nice and cool up there, but the noticeably thin air made it difficult for riders to breathe. The same day we had to go through the second highest point; the La Veta pass.


Life as a Crew Member


The whole crew was divided into two, one for the Day and the other for the night. I was in the day shift. While on duty I was either in the follow van whos job was to tail Joan, do her nutrition, clothes change, bathroom breaks, etc. Lot of action in this one, if you arent driving you had to keep nutrition logs, mix drinks, make ice packs and get to listen to Joans songs which we played on speakers above the van. 

 I also ended up in the errand van, who's job was to run errands needed to keep the follow van stocked, get food for crew and Joan, doing the laundry which I ended up doing countless times all the way across america. The errand van was pretty laid back, most of the time there was nothing to do but wait for Joan and cheer her which we did in style as they had stocked it up with costumes!! And yours truly was the first one to get em out and cheer Joan on!


Joans own Cheering totem pole!! 

We surely did have some hawaiian influence

Each working shift were designed to be for 12 hours but it often got late while doing the crew exchange. We were lucky to get 5-6 hours’ sleep each day, when Joan was only sleeping 90 minutes per day. The food most of the time was from grab n go gas station hot dogs, donuts, pizza and the like. But every once in a while we got some local delights like the out of the world pulled pork sandwich from Durango, sonic shakes, BBQed ribs to name a few. There was a lot of high calorie junk food going into the system and I made it worse by going for the cheesiest, greasiest and the largest portions there was. No wonder I got fat by the time we reached Annapolis. I enjoyed it at the beginning but it soon got over it after week in. 

With the beautiful hilly parts of Colorado behind her, Joan reached the dreaded Kansas plains. These vast fields of corn and wheat on either side, with a plain road stretching as far as the eye could see, disappeared into the unknown. This makes for a very dreary ride and can prove gruelling in case of head winds. Fortunately, we had to face cross winds which weren’t as bad as head winds, but not very easy either with Joan being blown to the left of the road !.


After 2 days of slogging through these boring plains, Joan finally crossed into Missouri, remarkably different than Kansas, with its lush green rolling terrain filled with farms and mountains.  Day 6 and Joan was still going strong mentally as well as physically and did not stop unnecessarily. Then came the wide Mississippi river which had flooded and drowned out the bridge that we were supposed to take. So we had to put Joan into the Van and ferry her across another bridge into Illinois. She resumed riding as soon as we were back on course. As we crossed into the states of Indiana and Ohio, the terrain was pretty with a carpet of green all over. I distinctly remember this one night somewhere in the deep woods of Indiana, Joan was cruising away leaving behind a trail of her red blinker, I was in the follow Van tired and sleepy. Then I noticed the trees around me were lit up like Christmas trees; thousands of fireflies in the woods and the plains around a very very surreal moment. 

Another place worth mentioning was the fields of Gettysburg!! Big fields with lot of statues, you can soak in the history here.

Here she goes on the log flats of Kansas


In the last 250 miles, we came upon the mighty Appalachians, which aren’t as big as the Rocky Mountains, but the climbs here are short and steep. In spite of being sleep deprived and tired, Joan was often tackling 9 % gradients after complete 4500 km of biking across the terrain.


Into the Mountains


At one point, she was racing with a 4 man team who couldn't believe their eyes as she kept overtaking them for 5 of their exchanges. Joan’s progress slowed down only after we were showered by the rain gods that made it tougher to ride through. She had a meltdown here and it took a lot of encouraging by the crew to get her back on the bike. Finally, after 11 days and 5 hours, we finished RAAM on the dock of Annapolis, where a sizeable crowd had gathered to welcome Joan. The whole crew along with Joan crossed the finish line together. It was indeed a team effort. 


She Did It!!


After seeing the monster that RAAM is, I had a new found respect for this race. The whole experience did not scare me, but strengthened my resolve to get out there. I got to see the whole behind the screen preparations that these athletes do before attempting RAAM. The nutrition, the training, the ever-changing terrain and climate of the race.   However, I am going to wait until 2017 for my RAAM attempt as I want to be 100% sure that I can do it.  Thorough training, along with a plan that can not only help finish, but cross the line with the elite RAAM solos is what will help me achieve my dream.






NEF Mountain Triathlon - Beast Mode On!!

It was hardly 4 days since I was back from Goa after finishing the brutal Deccan Cliffhanger and I started suffering from a post race adrenaline withdrawal. I think I am officially become what they call as "the Adrenaline Junkie". I need some race to look forward to, something to train for, without it life seems meaningless. The NEF mountain triathlon seemed to be the perfect event. So the first weekend after the Goa race I went out for triathlon training. Cycled down to Manas lake with Hiren, Sandesh and Ravi. Did my first swimming practice in ages, was a bit stiff but I still had my old pace and technique. Then went and did a 10 km trail on the hills of Chandani Chowk. This was all the training I could put in for the triathlon, apart from some indoor spinning at Multifit.

This was going to be my first triathlon in India after a disastrous attempt in Australia. I was a bit nervous as the terrain seemed tough. It involved 800 mts of open water swimming in Panshet lake, 30 km of cycling through rough rolling terrain and ending with a 10 km run through a hilly jungle. My goal of participation was to learn about triathlons as becoming a full Ironman is one of my future goals. But I was going to give my best, especially in the cycling part which I knew was my strongest.

The triathlon start point was at Thangaon a small hamlet nested between the rugged Sahyadri mountains on one side and the serene Panshet backwater on the other. Situated 70 kms west of Pune, we had to report there my 7 am in the morning. To prevent early morning travel on race day me along with Hiren and Sushil went a day before and set up camp on the lake shore. It turned out to be a great idea as we ended up being more rested and fresher than the rest of the field.

The race -

As we lined up at the start on the lake shore the marshals tattooed race numbers on our hands. We were divided into groups of 15. I was put in the third wave. I was able to see the first and second wave go after 5 minute intervals. As we were let off the fastest guy from the first wave had already made it out of the water. He was damn fast and I knew I would have to beat him to win this one. My swimming was very slow as all the breakfast I had was coming out. It was hard trying to keep the food down and swimming fast at the same time. I had eaten too late as is normal for a  cycle race, but dint know it was different for triathlons. Managed to finish the 800 mts in 15 minutes. Then came my favourite part, cycling. I had a lot of catching up to do, so dint waste more than a minute at the transition as I just pulled over my jersey, shoes and I was off. Did not even zip up the jersey I was cycling bare chested all the time. Cycling right after swimming was not easy. My HR was still high, but a start of high spin low gear got it down and I started my hammering. One by one I overtook all the other competitors. I surprised myself with the speed and power I was generating on the bike. The terrain was very rough composed of steep rolling hills, road covered in slippery gravel and sand and it kept twisting and turning. I really risked falling and crashing everytime I took a fast turn. I wasnt slowing down where everyone else were. Gained a lot of time. As I neared the turn aorund point I saw the first guy just 4 minutes ahead of me and the second about 2 minutes. This meant I was already ahead of them time-wise as I had started 10 minutes after these 2. I was happy, I was in a good position, but I did not take the foot off the gas. Just as I left the turn around I hear a loud bang and a hissing noise. It was my tyre getting punctured. This is where I learnt a lesson, I was carrying a hand pump but it was suited for the presta valve of road bikes. This mistake cost me 5 minutes as I had to wait till Sushil showed up and use his pump. Another 5 mins lost to fix the puncture. I was back on the bike and beast mode was on again. I was going down the rocky slopes like a maniac. So desperate I was to catch the leaders again, that I went into a turn too fast almost ending up in a ditch. I also missed a turn and ended up taking a 8 minute detour. I was very frustrated by then, I had lost a really commanding position by doing stupid mistakes. But all wasnt lost, I could still have a chance. So I went all out without a moment to rest and surprisingly I was not very uncomfortable. Body was responding all too well. Dropped my bike and started running, there were people around cheering me but they were just a blur. All I could think of was catching up with the leaders.

The run route was tough to begin with, we had to climb up a steep hill. Each step was shooting up my HR. Thanks to all the trail running, I had good legs going up the hill. I only saw the lead guy 1 km before the turn around, he was about 12 minutes ahead of me, catching him was almost impossible. However all wasnt lost as I passed Vignan the triathlete from Hyderabad only 7 minutes ahead of me. That was going to be hard but not impossible. So I dig in deep, take in my last reserves of carbs and get set to catch him, increasing my tempo at every possible corner. Cramps start to creep up, but I dont relent. Despite not knowing the real time deficit, I keep chasing him in the hopes of a second place. There was a steep uphill about 100 mts before the finish, I go really hard up it leaving nothing for the last sprint. But the hope of the second place kicks in again and I somehow manage to get a sprint out with the last ounces of energy and cross the line.  


Running leg - Going up the hill

The journos were considerate enough to let me sit

With the medal as seen in the news


I desperately called out for results but they did not disclose it. I even talked to guys around me, they all said Vignan finished 5 minutes before me. This meant it was agonisingly close as he had started 5 minutes before me. The second place position was going to be decided by a matter of seconds. I had to wait for one full day till they announced the results. I lost the second place by 30 seconds and the first by about 8 minutes. This wasnt bad for my first ever triathlon, especially losing out to champion athletes like  Madhurja (national champ) and Vignan (half Ironman finisher). I later managed to beat Vignan in another Pune triathlon again only a matter of seconds separating us. Some nice friendly rivalry going on here, hoping to see him at the Hyderabad triathlon now.