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Guest Blogger: Strava

As a company built by athletes for athletes, being active is part of Strava’s DNA – it’s who we are and what we do. For this reason, it’s hard to imagine life without sport.

We believe everyone deserves the opportunity to live an active lifestyle. Activity provides a release, freedom, independence and a sense of accomplishment that is unlike anything else. To support this belief, we’re partnering with GU Energy to raise money for the Challenged Athletes Foundation (CAF).

CAF is an incredible organization that is changing lives, one athlete at a time. They provide funding grants for costly equipment such as running prosthetics and hand cycles to physically challenged individuals.

We’ve created two Challenges (run and ride) in order to give our community the opportunity to use their own able bodies to help athletes with physical disabilities lead active lives.  For every kilometer run or every three kilometers ridden during the Challenges, GU Energy will generously donate $0.01 to the CAF (up to $50,000). The more kilometers we cover as a collective community, the bigger impact we can make towards this cause.

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“Often times the expensive cost of adaptive sports equipment can be an obstacle that keeps athletes with physical challenges on the sidelines.” – Virginia Tinley, Executive Director at CAF

In addition, participants who individually run 50 kilometers and/or ride 300 kilometers will unlock the ability to purchase a limited edition tee-shirt from Strava. All profit from the sales of the tees will be donated to CAF. The money raised will go towards costly adaptive sports equipment, giving athletes with physical disabilities the opportunity to pursue active lifestyles just like the rest of us.

Take on this Challenge as a reminder to appreciate the impact that being active has on your daily life. With every stride you take, you’ll increase our ability to make a difference on the lives of athletes in need.

 

Run for Challenged Athletes logo    Ride For Challenged Athletes logo

by Eric McElvenny

The morning started early like most races. We arrived with our transition gear well before the sun was due up. I was proud to once again wear my Chocolate Milk orange tri kit letting the city of Boulder and the near 3,000 competitors know that I’m Built With Chocolate Milk. As we made our way to the swim start, I was relaxed. I knew the training that I had put in the months prior was about to be tested and I was confident that I was going to pass. I knew the race was going to be difficult and at times painful, but I was also aware that the most difficult part of an IRONMAN is early morning workouts day in and day out leading up to the race. Those were done. Now all I had to do was put my body in motion, stick to the race plan and be prepared to meet my body’s expected nutrition needs.

The water was pleasant, smooth and fast. I had surprised myself coming out of the swim before 1:05. It was a good surprise. After a lot of contact for the first 500 meters, the water opened up and allowed freedom. It felt great. I knew this was the last time I’d need my arms for the day, so I tried to make every last stroke count. The bike course was breath taking for two reasons. One, the mountain scenery around Boulder was beautiful; and two, the altitude made it difficult to regain my breath after the hills. The bike course was certainly more challenging than I had expected. The climbs didn’t look like much on the elevation chart, but they taxed my body. My prosthetic was bothering my limb towards the end of the bike. We put a lot of time into a great fitting biking prosthetic, but I’m starting to think that there isn’t a fit that prevents all pain after 5 hours on a bike. Although I maintained my nutrition plan throughout most of the bike, my body had become weak towards the last 20 miles. I spent a few extra minutes transitioning from bike to run. I wanted to make sure my limb was ready for the pounding of a marathon. I was more concerned that my body wasn’t ready so I took the extra few minutes to get some additional nutrition down, peanut butter and jelly uncrustable sandwiches, a life saver. The temperature at this point was hot, the air was humid and the altitude still presented a challenge. I smiled heading out into the marathon. I like a challenge. The crowd that lined the run course was fantastic. They were loud, energetic and motivating. Their signs were hilarious and their words of inspiration were meaningful. I was feeling the heat. I utilized each and every aid station for water, ice and anything that I could get down to energize myself to get to the next one. The miles began adding up, the hilly run course had a deviating affect on my pace. There were a few times that I felt my muscles begin cramping, but the grapes, chips and oranges at the aid stations were enough to fight off any serious problems. As I hit mile 25, I began to pick it up. I knew my next aid station was the finish line. I wasn’t worried about my body shutting down anymore. I figured I’d be done within the next 10 minutes and I knew I could do anything for 10 minutes. As I was running towards the finish line the pain had ceased. I don’t know why, but as I crossed the finish line, I felt as fresh as I did prior to the race. That feeling only lasted minutes. After the finishing shoot, I met up with my family. I slugged a chocolate milk with my daughter. She hardly ever turns down a chocolate milk. I actually went back for a second one knowing that my body was in serious need of nutrients. We enjoyed that evening and the following day in Colorado before heading back to San Diego. An amazing trip.

The way forward for me… I’ll be racing IRONMAN Arizona in November. I plan to give my body 3 weeks to heal and rebuild before I get back into serious training. It’s going to be a hard wait. Being physically active has a great affect on me. It carries over to other parts of my life. I’m more confident, I’m more efficient at work and I’m happier around the house when I’m putting my body to the test. I rebuild everyday with chocolate milk. When you find something that works, you stick to it. I’m thankful for the Challenged Athletes Foundation and for Team Chocolate Milk to play such an important role in my life. The opportunity and challenge of racing an IRONMAN has an everlasting affect on most people and I’m proud to have raced at the inaugural full distance IRONMAN Boulder.

Eric McElvenny after IRONMAN Bloulder    Eric McElvenny and family after IRONMAN Boulder

Patricia Walsh is a member of the CAF Elite Paratriathlon team and one of the top visually impaired triathletes in the world. She recently took gold at ITU Magog and catapulted to a No. 1 ranking in the PT5 classification. But her trip to Magog was anything but easy. Read on for her account from a wild weekend.

Recently Claudia Spooner stepped up to act as my guide. Claudia is a remarkably accomplished triathlete–participating on the PowerBar elite team, Watty Inc., having trained for Olympic Trials for marathon, and qualified for her pro card the past two years. All of her athletic achievements prepped her perfectly for the lunacy we were going to encounter in our attempt to represent Team USA at ITU Magog. A remarkable many of Claudia’s stories have either a reference or analogy from Princess Bride.

We have been through hell and back. What I’m most proud of is that we worked together as a team to problem solve and overcome obstacle after obstacle. Claudia shined in every occasion. She never expressed fear, doubt, or anything other than love of life and appetite for adventure. She was an amazing guide, friend, confidant, and partner in crime (Misdemeanors and traffic violations mostly).

The past few days have been stressful, challenging, and befuddling but as I write this I realize more and more how we have had the time of our lives. In spite of all odds we raced well and posted strong times in all three disciplines. I am more proud of this gold at ITU Magog than I am of any other previous victory. We fought, fought, fought for this one. We took this race to the octagon and we won.

Claudia is a treasure. Her good spirit and good humor kept my sanity in a trying time. I will always be thankful to have had her by my side. Thanks to Mark Sortino for all his help and as always thanks to all the ongoing support from Challenged Athletes Foundation. As a result of the points acquired at ITU Magog, I upgraded from ITU #5 to ITU #1. Make no mistake about it, I know I have my work cut out for me. The competition is fierce and there is no occasion to let up.

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Our trip started with usual travel troubles. I arrived at the airport very early to check in the bike. Have you ever traveled with your grandmother and she insisted on arriving hours before it was necessary? Well, I am kind of like that—but only when I have to check the bike. I’m convinced there will be some problem. I always end up waiting at the gate for 90 minutes or more. Claudia encountered some turbulence with regard to a conference call conflict and found herself achieving an Olympic qualifying sprint to the gate to make it…just in time for the flight to be canceled.

While waiting for information I called our travel agent while Claudia vaporized. I have no idea where she went.  I discovered that our travel consultant was on vacation until Monday and no one would be answering the phones until 9 a.m., which was in about four hours–leaving us without options.

I then received a frantic text from Claudia asking me to meet her at gate 15 as she got us on a flight. Claudia performs miracles; I still don’t understand how this was possible.

In an attempt to ease Mark Sortino’s nerves, I sent a text to assure him we were safely on a flight. I had a mish mash with Siri and intended to say “We are safely on a flight, see you in Magog” but really sent “We are crashing on a plane now, I’ll keep you posted, I think to be crazy.” To which he responded “Great” because somehow, someway he knew what I meant to say.

Upon our arrival to Montreal, I was stopped by the Canadian customs. I am stopped going into Canada every time as I have been red-flagged. In 1996 dear old Dad had a poorly timed joke with the customs agent heading into Canada and I have been red-flagged ever since. They still interrogate me for at least 30 minutes. They ask me crazy questions like “Who was governor general of Ontario district 217 in 1996?” to which I offer a sincere blank stare and say “I have no idea.”  To be honest, to their 30 questions I have maybe one or two answers and they are guesses.

While I was dealing with customs, Claudia was dealing with our lost baggage…the next crisis. Bike and both bags are nowhere to be found. They assured us it would be in at midnight and they would rush it to our hotel, two hours away in Sherbrook.

Finally to the rental car with only our carry-ons in hand. We were about two hours later than we intended and about to try to navigate the mind craft that is Montreal roads under construction. Sure enough, we hit a detour about half way. So began our wilderness farm adventure. We were driving on one-lane dirt roads with corn and cows on either side, just trusting that our GPS understood our intent and we understood its direction. There were no other cars, no signs, and nothing but meteors to guide the way. Claudia saw a meteor and was pretty excited.

On several occasions during the drive, I asked her “Are you sure…?” She responds “Noooooooo.” We proceed anyway, as we were beyond the point of no return. We couldn’t go back if we wanted to. We finally arrive at the hotel just after 1 a.m. We were worn from the trip but in good spirits. We were laughing like children as Claudia searched up and down for the slot for the key. I said “give me that!” and introduced her to the magic of RFID and swiped the key to release the door.

We woke up first thing to go gather our bike which we had been assured would arrive. No bike. Throughout the day we called over and over to find out its most recent sighting. Every time we spoke to them they had a different answer.

Claudia mentioned she knew someone who was a retired captain with American who may have some insight. I was only paying 50 percent attention as I was reading on my computer. I thought she said she knew someone who was a retired Captain America. I gave her a puzzled look to suggest “That is not a real job someone can be, it just isn’t, no one is Captain America.  Besides, between you and me, I think this is more with in Batman’s scope of influence.”

Throughout the day it is starting to seem more and more like our bike isn’t coming. So I say to myself “What would Beyoncé do in this situation?” I don’t think a Beyoncé show would be canceled just because of lost equipment or costumes, and so this is also true for our race. I called every bike shop in town and found a beach cruiser to rent. This is a 50-pound cycle cross hybrid tandem that was never intended to be ridden anywhere near a race much less in a race. You are not allowed to say “High Performance” in the same room as this bike as it would split the parallels of the universe and create a black hole.

It’s like in Princess Bride when Buttercup says “We’ll never survive. “And Wesley says “Nonsense. You’re only saying that because no one ever has.”

So we talk these guys into renting it to us on the condition that we add one of their stickers to the bike and ride it with the price tags waving the entire time. We agreed as we were stuck. Claudia seemed concerned and justifiably so… so I asked “Which part of this are you concerned by?” Because there were too many possible reasons to be concerned to just take a random guess. There were compounding concerns so I had to fall back on precision questioning.

As we go to leave, it occurs to us that we can’t fit the bike in the SUV. I’ll admit it, when problem solving I yell out the bad ideas peppered in with one or two decent ideas in rapid fire.

“You take the bike, I’ll drive and hear the GPS audio directions!”

“You drive and yell left or right out the car!”

“Tie it to the top of the car!”

Finally we both rode it back up a 60-percent gradient hill in flat pedals. We borrowed one helmet. I handed it to Claudia and said “you’re a mom” implying that I only have a dog and if we are going to die today I’d rather it is me. We only have four miles to ride (uphill) but my confidence in survival is low.

As we were riding, I expressed that our only saving grace is that the way that we were dressed made it pretty clear that we never intended to be doing this. In the words of John Maloney “I also don’t want me to be doing what I’m doing.” I had on a yoga outfit and flip flops with all our documents, wallets, and phones in my bra. Not a sports bra (that might have made sense), but a regular clearance bra from Target. Claudia had a running skirt and running shoes, and remember, we didn’t have a change of clothes. I’d rather people say “I wonder what happened?” than say “Those girls have escaped from an institution, call the authorities.”

There seemed to be people congregating. I asked one of them what was going on. Due to language barrier she expressed that it was the festival of show and amusement. Joel was kind enough to take the two of us (a pair of liabilities) back to the bike shop to retrieve our rental SUV.

The rest of the day was one problem at a time.  Piecing together kits. What can we buy at Wal-Mart? Can we tape our shoes to the bike? And on and on. We were going to finish this race no matter what.

Join me in this visualization. Giant heavy bright purple beach cruiser.  Kits out of whatever we could find at Wal-Mart to then puff-paint ITU on. Whatever helmet I could find at Walmart. Running shoes taped to flat pedals. Claudia and I attempt to seriously race this race. Can you imagine that? How could we be taken seriously?

At 9 p.m. the night before the race, at least our bags arrived. It was a relief as I had some key pieces in the bag. Lesson learned–anything I need for the race that I can fit in my carry-on will go in my carry-on in the future.

I then received a call to say our bike was on the way. I said “I’ll believe it when I see it, and I’m blind so that is never going to happen. So really I’ll believe it when my butt is on my own seat.” They had no response.

Sure enough at 5:45 I ran downstairs to verify that my own bike was there. Thank you Santa Claus. The bike shop opened at 9 a.m. We arrived at the bike shop 30 minutes before they opened. No time to lose. I started building my bike in the parking lot.

Claudia had been so curious to see me build the bike. I need complete quiet to do this, as it required a lot of concentration for a blind person to build a bike. I don’t want anyone to move anything or touch anything.  Usually I insist on being alone for this process. Claudia tried so hard to be quiet. She was pacing all around me telling me how good she was being at being quiet. I thought it was hilarious.

I really do need to be on my own for this process. My concentration demands are so stringent that little distractions are blown up. I don’t think it’s reasonable of me to expect someone else be able to be that quiet. I cannot tune out people moving because I hear for space and movement. It is hard to explain to sighted people.

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As we are waiting, the owners pull up. In a word they were perplexed. Claudia is pacing. I’m filthy and asking her over and over to be quiet. I had the handlebars on upside down. It was a scene. We then tried to explain our situation through gesture. “I don’t look blind, but I’m blind, and I did my best, but it was not great, and we need your help, because we are running a race in an hour…”And on and on. It was a tribune of run-on information. They relented and fixed up the bike.

Next hurdle is we now can’t fit the tandem in the SUV. So we flattened all the seats. I laid flat with my stomach on the back of the front seat and my elbows on the back of the head rest so that we could put the bike on top of me. Proving yet again we will do whatever it takes. Claudia insisted that I at least buckle my seat belt so that if we get pulled over we could suggest that we hadn’t understood the law. Our violations per second were accelerating.

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We show up to the athlete check-in about 10 minutes before they closed. We set up, did our best to familiarize with the course, and got ready for our swim.

Claudia started the race with nerves of steel. We played this off like this is just how we do it every time. We had a pretty strong swim. Coach Natasha had spent some time with me this past week educating me on ways I can reduce drag in my wetsuit. Those small adaptations made a huge difference. We flew through the bike course getting smoother every stroke. We had a solid run with a small hiccup regarding a penalty. I had taken off my helmet prior to racking the bike. One of those where I knew better but honestly forgot.

All and all I was thrilled with our race. There were a few that were disappointed that we didn’t race on our beach cruiser. I myself kind of sort of wanted to prove myself on that. I just couldn’t imagine racing on that 50-pound bike with price tags waving on flat pedals trying to make those tight turns. We would have ruined our quads. We would have compromised this whole week of training. Thank God my bike arrived.

We had some fans in the audience. Our scene had attracted some attention in the parking lot of the bike shop. So at least one of those guys came to cheer us on. He is our biggest fan. Thanks Andy, new friend!

Immediately after the race we bolted to get our bike back to the shop to pack it up. Same routine. Face down with bike on top. Chaos is our first, middle, and last name. The guys at the bike shop were so happy to see us, like we were old friends. They were skeptical that my bike could fit in that box but I confidently told them it could. I said “How do you think we got it here?” They looked at me with sincere befuddlement and said “Any way, any which way!” We will always be so grateful for the great guys at Planet Sports Magog.

We then were rushing to Montreal. We hit traffic which was weird because why are people there at all? Claudia told lots of stories of her experiences as a flight attendant. I really need to see Princess Bride again so I can keep up a little better. In Montreal, the GPS and directions were Nightmare on Elm Street. We were so confused.

I had a psychic moment. At one point I reached down, grabbed my purse, and held it to my chest. A few second later I said to Claudia “I don’t mean to sound crazy, but for a second I thought you were going to reverse on the freeway.” There was a bit of a pregnant pause. She said “That is exactly what I was going to do.” So funny! I’m fine with it; I just didn’t want my stuff to get all over the floor boards.

We made it to the hotel safe and sound. The second I exited the SUV my cane snapped in half with no explanation. We stopped at a restaurant to ask for chop sticks to create a splint with some tape.  Before I knew it all there head chefs were hovering over my cane with chop sticks and cane in their full apron plus hat, acting like they are performing delicate surgery in fixing my cane. We shut that restaurant down by accident.

This race came together at the last minute and it was a miracle, it’s just like in Princess Bride when Wesley comes back to life and finds Buttercup. I am so thankful for everyone’s willingness to help. I am beyond thankful for Claudia’s undying positivity and good spirit. I am thankful to Captain America for being alive in our imaginations. I am thankful to Mark for all his help.  Crazy as it was, we had a great weekend and a great race. I honestly have not laughed so hard in years. As always, proud to represent CAF and Team USA.

By Rudy Garcia-Tolson

It’s race week! I’m here in Germany putting in a few last training rides before Sunday morning’s Challenge Roth triathlon. One of the keys to preparing for a long-distance triathlon in just two months has been my equipment. We’ve learned a lot since my last Ironman in 2009, and I’m pretty excited about my gear this time around.

I’m starting off early with the pros, so I’ll get a nice swim in, then a nice draft on the bike. The biggest factor in Sunday’s race will be the bike portion. I’m going to try to save my energy on the first loop and making sure that nutrition-wise, I’m good for that second loop. That’s when I’ll have to put the hammer down because I know I’ll be fatigued and looking at that cut-off time.

Cannondale presented me with a custom-designed bike a few weeks ago with the award-winning Synapse Hi-Mod frame.  Because I can’t stand up out of the saddle on climbs, they also added a SRAM Force Wifli drivetrain to provide a wide range of gearing. Setting me up with a more upright position than the average cyclist also allows me to better utilize my core strength for momentum. The Quarq power meter built into the crank is helping me manage how much energy I’m using, and they changed the crank length so that my RPMs are faster, which helps on hills. We also added aero bars to give my upper body a little rest, along with padded gloves to ease some of the upper body tension. And I’m sporting Rudy Project’s new Wingspan TT helmet and my favorite style of Rudy Project shades to match.

For the marathon portion of the race, I have new running sockets, and the height on my legs will be a little taller than past Ironman races, just because I want to get done with the run a little faster!  The blades are softer than previous races, so I’m getting more return when I’m running long distances. I usually train with stiffer feet to get my tempo going, but switch to softer feet for the actual race.

So that’s it! A big shout out to Coach Muddy Waters for getting me ready to race. On Sunday, I’m hoping to become the first double above-knee amputee to complete the world’s largest long-distance triathlon at Challenge Roth.  Thanks for everyone’s support. No Legs No Limits!

To follow Rudy’s race, live online coverage begins Saturday, July 19 at 9:00pm PST (Rudy’s start time is 9:30pm PST) at www.challenge-roth.com.  Or, visit www.nolegsnolimits.com for updates.

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By Rudy Garcia-Tolson
Yes, people usually take a year to train for a long-course triathlon, so having the challenge of facing a 140.6-mile race in just two months has been interesting. I hadn’t ridden a bike in two years!

I’ve been working with my coach, Muddy Waters, and the only way to tackle something like this in two months is to consistently ride the bike every day, build gradually up to 80 miles, and keep my swimming base that I already have. The run will have to take care of itself with the bike fitness. Obviously I don’t have the time to recover from a long run, because anything past 10 miles, I develop sores and blisters on my stumps, which take a few days to recover. That means I’d miss a few days on the bike. So it just doesn’t make sense to do any runs longer than an hour right now, which is about 6-8 miles, depending on the day.

I’ve been riding the bike for 3-5 hours a day, swimming every day, doing a lot of core, and at the end of the day, if Muddy thinks we can get it done, and the conditions in Germany are good, I think I’ll be fine.

During my first 30-mile training ride in May, I definitely didn’t think it was possible to continue on and do all of the training involved. But I kept going, one day at a time, and now I can comfortably ride for five hours and feel pretty strong. It’s cool to see the progression day by day of what you THINK you can do and what you CAN actually do. Triathlon training is obviously a mental thing when it comes to pushing forward.

Stay tuned for another update before I pack my bags for Germany!
@rudygtcaf
www.nolegsnolimits.com

 

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