Friday, 24 July 2015

the week it was...

Sometimes life throws things at you. No reason to explain it but asks you to deal with it the best way humanly possible.How are you going to get over this bump in the road?  Leading into Hamburg I was feeling unwell and took it pretty easy. I had three days where I felt revitalised and thought maybe I would be going into WTS Hamburg feeling refreshed.  Unfortunately, my body felt otherwise. Two days before the race, I was throwing up and the thought of food made me feel even sicker.  I lined up on Saturday afternoon, put my game face on and wanted to do the best race I could under the circumstances. I dove into the water and my body felt so weak. Coming out of the water 40 seconds back, doesn’t reflect at all how I have been swimming over the past few weeks. My arms had nothing to give and neither did my legs when I wanted to accelerate out of the saddle. I hate to DNF but on Saturday, my body had nothing to give and at the world stage, you cannot be off your game because you are just going to get swallowed up.

I headed back to Vitoria and wanted to get everything sorted out with my health so I could start training properly again. I went to the hospital with the hope I would get some antibiotics and I could go home. I had some tests done that showed some inflammation in my pancreas and the enzymes levels were a lot higher than normal. The pancreas is an organ in the body that is responsible for the digestion of food especially the digestion of protein . It also is responsible for making the hormone insulin which helps control blood sugar levels in the body.  After blood tests, x ray , ultrasound,  they wanted to make sure, it wasn’t a ulcer in my stomach causing the problem. This meant I had to go on a drip and stay in hospital to keep monitored.

Wednesday night I had an endoscopy where they knocked me out and inserted a thin tube down my throat into my stomach to see if there was any problems. All I remember was the nurse telling me I would feel an inch in my arm from the anaesthesia  and a hour later I wake up to Shania Twain playing on the radio. They found nothing in my stomach which was a positive and it was back to sorting out my pancreas. With all these tests for my stomach and pancreas, I have not been allowed to eat or drink at all or starved for 12 hour periods which have nearly killed me! I had to let my pancreas calm down, without the process of digesting food, this was also a reason why I wasn’t allowed to eat. After my endoscopy, I was put on a liquid diet. Dinner was a bowl of chicken stock, breakfast was a cup of tea and juice and I couldn’t wait for some proper food.  I have been soaking up the food I have been allowed like soup and tea. I felt terrible setting off the massive alarm, with the nurse running in just to ask for a tea.

I get a little bored in here but I have decided to call it my palace. My room is quiet big and I have a big window I can open up and soak up the fresh air from outside whilst I read or just listen to music. I do some glute exercises and have my daily stretch , just to move out of my bed. We had a crazy storm the first night so I had prime position to watch from my window. The same guy comes in and wheels me around in a wheel chair or moves my bed to different rooms. There is only so much Masterchef I can watch especially being on verge of starvation but I always had company, when the young nurse also enjoyed my choice of shows. The English of the staff is very good but goggle translator has helped us out this week in getting the important things communicated.  We have been having trouble all week with the blood pressure machine. My heart rate is too low that the machine couldn’t pick up anything under 40. We finally got a special machine in and found out my heart rate was 35 sitting up in a chair. I would love to know what it is when I am fully relaxed! To everyone that has visited me so far this week in hospital and brought me gifts, I appreciate it so much and the chats! It has been the best part of my days so far and I love the company to make my days go alittle faster.

I was allowed to go home on Friday with some special doctor’s orders to help me get better and maintain my health. I walked straight out the door, looked up at the sky and soaked in the fresh air. It felt so good to walk outside. I rode myself to the hospital on Tuesday and it was actually nice to ride myself back home.  I was straight onto our dietician Greg Cox, to help me choose the right diet to help the inflammation stay down and get me back to working order.  Thanks IƱigo Mujika for helping me get the treatment I need so quick here in Vitoria. Now to get better and stronger for the remaindered of the season!

Wednesday, 8 July 2015

Life is a game of inches!

                                 Photo by Etienne Van Rensburg

From parking your car and nearly missing that pole with your rear view mirror to missing out on that sprint finish by 0.01 seconds, life is a game of inches.  I have learnt over the past month the importance of that inch. The knowledge of every small detail is like a passport you can take anywhere in the world. Just like baking a cake, if you don’t follow the recipe and take a short cut, the likelihood of the cake turning out is a hit and miss.

After my first race in Europe, London WTS, I had some solid weeks of training building up some consistency, confidence and warming (literally) back into Vitoria Gasteiz.  Summer has arrived for us or otherwise known as a “heatwave “ for the Europeans. You get into a routine of what you do on each day every week and like they say if it ain’t broke don’t fix it. It is always nice being back in a group environment with always someone to train with, work with on your good and bad days.

A made a small trip via the train, to Barcelona, to race the Garmin Barcelona Triathlon. I have never been to Barcelona before, except the airport, so I was excited to race and have a look around post race. The race was different from normal races as the girls and guys started together which meant you can draft off the boys throughout the race. My first Olympic distance in ages, I enjoyed the hurt after a hard week of training leading in. It was a fun course that kept me motivated to work all day and ended up 2nd. Thank you to Javi Theilacker for inviting me to be part of such a great and well organised event.

It was all about recovery post race and getting another week of training in before heading to my first French Grand Prix of 2015 with my new team, Poissy Triathlon. I felt very welcomed and excited to be racing for a team, I always thought so highly of. Like most French races, it is about coming out alive out of the swim and even more so with Dunkerque with the first buoy being 100m or so away. I got nailed to start with, fists and legs all over the place but moved my way quickly on the back straight to the end of the front group. We rode the 5 lap bike course as a group of 18 trying to maintain the pace at the front to stay away from the group behind.  I felt strong that day running and I think I found some glimpses of my running legs.  I finished up in 9th place and 1st overall for our team. I can’t wait to race in Enbrum!  I look at French races as valuable opportunities to race the best in world and maybe sometimes surprise myself.

Last weekend I was looking forward to racing my Holten European Cup and seeing where my training was at over an Olympic distance. This course suits small break away groups and that was what I wanted from the start. We found out on it was getting changed from an Olympic to a sprint due to the heat. This changed the whole dynamic of the race and to be honest I was pretty annoyed over the change. I have raced plenty of races in heat and being athletes you have to adapt to whatever the uncontrollables are. We ended up starting at 7.30pm at night and after sitting around all day, it was a terrible time to start.

 I had a great swim and for the first time in ages, I felt comfortable swimming hard. We started with a group of 8 girls for the first 9km back into town. Before the first hill, the group behind us had just caught on and everyone was getting antsy as per usual. Climbing up the first hill, I thought I was in a good position at the front in the middle of the group. That changed pretty quickly. One of the American girls lost control taking a drink and I saw bikes and people crash in front of me. I had no where to go but on the road with more bikes and people on top of me. I looked down at my elbow with blood all over it, checked my bike and thought what the heck, get back on your bike. By the time I got back up, it was all over. I wanted to finish the race and catch as many girls as I could on the run. Finishing, I was still in abit of shock of everything that happened. I got a stitch to my elbow about 5 mins post race with no local to numb the pain and honestly, I just felt more faint. It’s pretty disappointing as I was looking  for a good performance there.

Now it is about getting the body back into working order for Hamburg WTS in a week and a half time.  I had three days out of the water with my stitch which nearly killed me as I love swimming! I am just grateful that I didn’t land about 1cm closer to my elbow bone otherwise I could be writing to you from Australia. Life is a game of inches sometimes cm’s. Move onto the next one…