I CAN WALK !!! AND RIDE !!

Well I saw the orthopod again this week, and finally got the OK to start walking on my new titanium reenforced hip. needless to say, I wasted no time getting rid of the crutches which i quickly traded in for a snappy single point cane. its really very stylish. i think it will be the in thing this season. and as usual i will be leading the trend. NOT. at least not after about a week. as for the crutches i plan on burning them or smashing them into a million pieces.

So there is the good news. the bad news is that he doesn't want to repair the hernia in my IT band, and wants to wait 2 more months before fixing it - removing the locking screws at the same time. he feels the screws are sticking out too much and that they will EVENTUALLY cause a problem. in the mean time, i am stuck with this thing growing out of the side of my leg, which at the moment is really the only thing that is hurting. the hip itself is still very weak, and i walk like i have been shot in the ass (as i lack any stability in my core ) but for the most part it is pain free. the only thing that really hurts the hip is trying to stand on one foot to put on a pair of pants or shoes. a fact i find very annoying.

the knee however hurts all the time - especially when standing on one foot. on the positive side, both my knee and hip are pretty much totally pain free while biking - even climbing. I have managed to go biking the past three days straight - and today managed to bike 3 solid hours, although not at my usual pace. i started out strong but quickly faded when the road turned upwards. none the less i was VERY happy to be outside and on my bike again. now all i need is a nice new shiney bike !!

guess i have no excusses to stay off work any longer - and just when I was getting into daytime TV !! I will fill you in on all the fun and teasing I get when I start back next week. should be fun !!

Favorite Things to Do While Sidelined With a Fractured Hip

1. eat - my activity level may have dropped off, but not my appetite
2. watch movies - preferably tour de france or IM videos (and imagine being there!!)
3. watch TV - little tip : reality TV SUCKS !! and daytime TV is even worse !!
4. waste time on internet - read others blogs, slowtwitch forum, cycling news, ...
5. shopping - see above.
6. read - magazines, books, newspapers, flyers, ads, ....
7. eat more
8. sun tan
9. sleep / nap
10. clean appartment
11. play tour guide to my parents who are visiting
12. eat even more
13. ....

Rehab Update

Well its hard to believe, but it has been 3 weeks since the accident and surgery on my hip. and although it feels like it just happend yesterday on one hand - on the flip side it feels like i have been on these crutches and unable to walk (OR DRIVE!!) for months. to say i am sick of using crutches is a mild understatement. i have 38 steps into and out of my appartment, so getting around has proven to be more work than i ever imagined.

i am happy to let everyone know that things are slowly starting to improve. I am still off work but hope to be able to return to work with modified duties in about a week. i have been riding the stationary bike everyday for an hour, as well as stretching, doing pool exercises and water running, and some light upper body weights. I have also done a TON of crutching all over tucson and SW arizona. As fate would have it, my parents had planned a trip to visit me right after returning from Hawaii. The initial plan was to go up to Utah to see Bryce Canyon and Zion national park. Unfortunately that has been put on hold as a result of my injuries. we have however managed to see just about everything in the Tucson area. We have been up Mt Lemon, and Medera Canyon, and through Gates Pass. We have been to the desert museum, the botanical gardens, and to the Biosphere (and just a tip - i don't recommend doing any on crutches). I have also watched more movies and TV in the last 2 weeks than I probably did all last year.

I also managed to finally get in to see an orthopeadic surgeon here in tucson for a follow up appointment this week. It was a tough day to say the least. He is a really great guy, I really like him. But he pulls no punches and gives it to you straight. He took xrays and reviewed them with me. He pointed out the fracture which was much worse than Dr Chang had made it out to be when I was in Hawaii. It was a spiral fracture that radiated into the head of the femur, which is why she had to use 2 IM nails and not a simple plate and screws. He was really pleased with how nice the surgery went - felt the nails were placed very well. But because of the severity of the fracture he is VERY concerned with the possibility of me developing osteonecrosis of my hip (same thing Flyoid Landis had). Unfortunately because of the nails, he can't order a contract MRI to measure blood flow to the hip, and will just have to monitor things via xray every 3 months for the next 2-3 years. He also said that the surgeon had to detach my piriformis and glut med to insert the screws, so he really isn't sure if I will ever be able to run again like I did before. To make matters worse, he wants to be very conservative with my rehab to make sure everything heals before putting too much weight on it. so I allowed no more than 20lbs until he does more xrays in 2 weeks - at which time I hope to be at least up to 50% weight bearing.

On the bright side, the giant fluid filled mass on the side of my leg where the surgeon put in the locking screws has stopped getting bigger, and he feels it isn't an infection like I thought, but just a cyst like pocket of intersitial fluid that he PROMISES to drain next visit. I wanted him to do it right then, but he wants everything to heal before risking possible infection by lancing it and draining it. Unfortunately it is the most painful part right now when I try and put my foot down with even 20lbs. At least I hope thats all thats causing the pain.

As for my shoulder, xrays showed a grade III separation - which he points out will hurt like a bitch in the short run, but which he feels shouldn't impact me too much in the long run. He has ordered an MRI of my shoulder to rule out any possible rotator cuff tears, or what he thinks is more likely, a complete tear in my trapezius muscle along the spine of the scapula. Not really sure what he would do for that - i forgot to ask. but I'm hoping it will just need some really deep massage after is scars down, and some really specific strengthening. I'll let you know after I get my MRI results.

I will update things after my next visit when i hope to have some more good news to share about how well things are going. In the mean time, I want everyone to send positive thoughts and prayers to a fellow Canandian Tara Norton that was also injured in a crash in Hawaii, but who is still struggling with pain in her back, arms, and ribs. God speed in your recovery. All of us are pulling for you.

Hawaii Continued

Well its been 10 days since my accident, and a hellish 10 days it has been. That being said, I have to thank everyone for their patience and assistance with everything. Everyone has been soo gracious and helpfull i can't even begin to tell you how much it has meant. To say this accident has rocked my world is a mild understatement.

And getting around on crutches while on vacation has proven to be more difficult than i ever imagined. I tried to do as much as I could so that I wasn't holding everyone back or causing them to miss things on my behalf. I know that plans were altered to accomodate me, and I want to thank everyone for that, and for not making me feel like i was in the way. and I am glad to say that things have gotten better each day. I am now able to get down stairs on the crutches, get dressed on my own, and even shower without assistance. baby steps, baby steps, .... its amazing how much you appreciate the little things after something like this.

Things have not been all bad. I am happy to report that the snapping pain in my hip has gradually continued to improve, and now only really snaps when I try a straight leg raise (which i still can't do. not really sure how all these old people manage to do it at work !?!?!) I have also officially started my rehab program even before leaving hawaii. While there i used the stationary bike in the workout room at the condo complex and managed to get on the stationary bike for 40 minutes (on the lowest setting). I was also able to get in the pool to do some AROM exercises with gravity eliminated.

Crash and Burn in the Lava Fields

Well just to let everyone know who were watching or checking the race results, there were no problems with my timing chip, or my ribs, or the computer tracking my progress on the race. I actually did crash hard about 25 miles into the bike section of the race.
It happened soo fast I had a hard time processing it. It was just a fluke accident. at the instant it happened I was reaching back for a water bottle with one hand and only had my left hand on the bars when i hit the right edge of a highway reflector that kicked my front wheel out from under me and in an instant i went down. at first I didn't think things were too bad. I my shoulder was all cut up and sore, and my hip hurt like a bitch, but i somehow managed to never hit my head or lose consciousness. I knew it wouldn't be pretty, but i figured i would probably be able to finish the race - i mean i still had 14 hours left.
At the time both feet were still clipped into my pedals. it wasn't until i tried to unclip my feet that i realized i was in real trouble. i was totally paralyzed. i was completely turtled on the side of the road. by this point several volunteers had arrived on the scene to help, but i was informed that they couldn't touch me or i would be dq'ed. not wanting to be dq'ed i continued to struggle with freeing myself from my cycling shoes. after about 20 minutes i managed to free my right foot by releasing the velcro straps, and eventually managed to kick the bike off me and free both my feet. by this point the NBC cameras were on site recording everything. i was unable to move my left leg. I knew i was in trouble, but refused to give up on the hope of finishing. I hoped i had just a really bad hip pointer, that would get better if i kept moving it before it stiffened up and started to swell. I sat on the side of the highway for about 30 minutes passively moving my leg up and down as much as possible, screaming in pain any time it fell off to the side even slightly.

by this point the medical support had arrived to assess the situation. ironically the team consisted of the only orthopeadic surgeon on the island. after about 2 seconds she knew it was broken and said so. i was skeptical of her diagnosis and continued to try and move my leg. they eventually moved me out of the sun and got me up on my good leg before sitting my down on a chair. she was very nice about the whole situation, repeatedly asking me if i wanted to quit. I told her i really didn't think I had broken it, and that eventually i would get better. after about 90 minutes sitting at the side of the road, and the last of the racers passing me by, i tried one last time to stand and weight bear on my leg and get back on my bike. I took ONE step and was on the ground in excruciating pain. as I lay there on the ground in tears, i finally gave up and told them "I quit. I'm done".

unfortunately that was not the end of the the pain. I unfortunately had to then climb into a van and drive 35 miles to the hospital, where i again had to climb back out and onto a stretcher. and by this point the adrenaline was definitely wearing off, and the pain was becoming VERY apparent. I was then wheeled into the emerg department where I was met by a team of doctors and nurses that cut all my clothes off me, took my vitals, started an IV, xrays taken (probably the most painful thing of all), and was finally given pain killers - mmmmm pain killers.

after about 30 minutes i was informed that i had an intertrochanteric fracture of my hip and that i was scheduled for surgery later that afternoon. i didn't know what to do. I immediately called my parents from a cordless phone from the emerg department that was really bad, so i had to yell so everyone could hear my conversation. as i struggled to hold back tears, i informed my parents about the situation and asked them to try and get in touch with my friend ian ball so i could ask his opinion on the surgery. I also frantically called around to friends in London to try and get cell phone numbers of friends and family watching the race so that someone knew where i was before i went under the knife.

i managed to get in touch with ian almost immediately and he really made me feel better about the situation. he informed me that it was a really simple surgery with very few complications.

nexted i managed to get in touch with tony frost in london who i ended up playing phone tag with for the next 2.5 hours as we tried different avenues to try and get in touch with anyone we knew in kona. we ended up calling and texting anyone and everyone we know at he race, including graham fraser in hopes that he may be able to do SOMETHING to get in touch with our friends. I can't thank tony enough for his assistance.

eventually i managed to get in touch with ryan hugget and rob whitmill. i informed them of what had happened so everyone wasn't running around after the race looking for me, as i knew they wouldn't release my medical info at the med tent. to my surprise rob and ryan jumped in the car and sped up to the hospital to be with me before surgery. i can't tell you how much that meant to me. by that point i was feeling very isolated and alone - and quite frankly scared shitless of having surgery without anyone knowing where i was.

at 5 pm i was rolled into surgery where i was met by the same crew that picked me up at the side of the road. apparently the 3 medics that picked me up were the anesthesiologist and physician assistant as well as the orthopod. they had made an exception for me, and came back on their day off after volunteering all day to do this surgery. again, i can' t thank them enough.

the next 5 hours are a blur. surgery apparently took about 2.5 hours where they put in 2 IM nails into my femur and hip joint. i was then taken to the ICU where christine was waiting for me, exhausted after an amazing race, and still managing to stagger up to the hospital to see me. i unfortunately don't remember her being there, but can't thank her enough for doing that.

the first thing i remember after surgery is waking up in my hospital room as a team of nurses hooked up my morphine pump and checked my vitals. i asked how everything went, and what time it was, and where my friends were, etc. i was out of it to say the least and i drifted in and out of sleep, especially after using a shot of the morphine pump. as effective as it was at relieving the pain, i tried to use it as little as possible as it gave me VERY strange dreams. i still remember dreaming i actually made it into T2 in the race and when i took my shoes out of the transition bag they actually came to life and started chasing me. as i said - very strange.

the next morning i was awoken at 6 am by my roommate trying to watch NFL football. I was a little confused to see football on at 6 am, but soon realized it was now 1 pm in NY and time for some football. Breakfast came at 7:30 am and i was starving not having eaten anything in over 24 hours. I quickly scarfed down the toast, eggs, and coffee. They tasted soo good. better than i ever remember them tasting. unfortunately that feeling of satisfaction was quickly lost as i became very nauseous and sick to my stomach.

at about 8 am i had my first appointment of the day PT. His name was Barry, and as it turns out is from Tucson and used to work at the same place i do now about 10 years ago. small world. unfortunately the small talked needed to be kept to a minimum as i needed to get moving if i wanted to get out that day to see christine pick up her award and the post race banquet. As Barry grabbed a walker and slipped on a gait belt, i slowly managed to get myself to a sitting position at the side of the bed. After a few minutes i managed to take a few steps and pretty soon we had managed to make it all the way around the floor with me dragging my left leg behind me. I was informed i was only allowed toe touch WB for 6 WEEKS!! and although i knew it was easier to get around lifting it off the ground rather than dragging it, that was just impossible. the pain in my hip everytime i tried sent me through the roof.

after doing 2 laps of the floor, we returned to my room, where to my delight and surprise christine sat there waiting. i can't tell you how amazing it was to finally see her. she hugged me as i broke into tears. she was amazing. she just hugged me back and told me everything would be ok, and that we would get through this.

after my little breakdown and finally learning the details of how she did (awesome by the way) we took a very slow walk to the gardens area out front of the hospital. our visit was cut short unfortunately as i needed to be taken for more tests to check for blood clots or damage to the blood flow to my left leg. I told her i would call later, and that i hoped to be able to leave that day to be a the awards banquet to see her get her award. she wasn't too keen on the idea, but reluctantly agreed to wait to see what the MDs said - sure they would agree with her that it wasn't smart.

later that afternoon, Ryan and Diana Hugget stopped by to see how i was doing. It was a total surprise, and above and beyond anything i expected. I was soo happy to hear that Diana had finished in fine form, and that Ryan had managed to get back to see her finish after coming up to the hospital to see me. i filled them in on what had happened and on surgery, and on my plans to go the the banquet. Diana was not sure it was such a good idea either.

unfortunately i'm pretty stubborn at time (ok most of the time) and i managed to persuade the MD's to give me a LOA for the night. They were gracious enough to loan me a wheelchair and walker for the night as long as i promised to return them ASAP as Larry the nurse case manager was putting his neck on the line for me. (yet another person i have to thank for going above and beyond what they ever needed to).

christine picked me up at 5 pm outfront of the hospital as i sat in my w/c holding my walker like a 90 y/o man. with a lot of help (and A LOT of pain) i managed to get into the car. maybe this wasn't such a good idea. oh well, no turning back now.

with the assistance of christine, i managed to get back out of the car, and hobble my way in where i needed help getting my food, drinks, and even to go the washroom. everyone was amazing. and as much pain as i was in, i was glad to be able to be there to share everyone else's victories, and especially to see chris pick up her award after watching how hard she had worked all spring and summer. she definately deserved it. congrats chris - i am soo proud of her.

i will have to fill you in on the rest of my adventure at a later date before this becomes a novel. but i really need to finish this off by thanking everyone for their help, assistance, and kind words. I would like to thanks all the doctors and nurses at the kona community hospital, the OR team, Dr Chang the surgeon who even went as far as to call my parents, Larry the RN manager who enabled me to go to the awards banquet, Barry and Ric my 2 PTs that got me walking again, to all my friends that have called and helped me after i got home. But I really need to thank Christine who i have had to rely on for almost everything. She has been amazing. more than amazing. she has been awesome. she has had to do everything from help me get dressed and shower, change my dressings, and help me get in and out of the car a million times. I have no idea how i can repay her for all she has done other than to say thank you and i love you.

Buffalo Springs Lake Triathlon

We departed Tucson in a panic late Friday afternoon, despirately trying to get out of town before the monsoons hit town. The plan was to drive as far as possible and grab a hotel to reduce the drive on Saturday to Lubbock. As we set out, things look like it would rain and possibly storm. And we THOUGHT we may avoid the storm, but things just got worse the farther east we headed. Just as the sun was setting, we got to experience our first dust storm. It was very strange. Kind of like fog, but very windy and dark.


































After excaping the dust clouds, the sky lite up with lightning and thunder. The sky was BLACK and nasty looking, but the rain never really came. It rained a little, but never too hard.



We drove until 1 AM before trying to find a hotel in Rosewell of all places. To our surprize the place was packed with UFO watchers, and after checking all the respectable places in town, we ended up staying at the Econo Lodge - a rather shady place to say the least. I'm just happy I didn't catch anything staying there.



The next day we drove on to Lubbock without incident. The road is dead straight and boring, soo when I thought I saw spiders all over the road, I wasn't sure if I was over tired and seeing things, or sleeping at the wheel. After talking to a coworker after the race that grew up in this area of Texas, she assured me I wasn't imagining things.



The city of Lubbock is pretty cute, and Texas Tech University campus rocks. It is soo classy. The downtown by the university was a little lacking, but overall it was pretty cool. We spent most of the day hanging out in the hotel room getting ready for the race, cleaning our bikes and watching the weather forcast online and on TV between constantly looking outside. When we went to bed, we were still very uncertain what the next day would bring.



When we awoke at 4 AM, the sky was angry, with the occational flash of lightning. I was certain the race would be cancelled, but we ventured to the race site anyway. Following the stream of cars, we arrived very early to get try and get a good parking spot. The walk in was a little scary as we had to trek about a mile into the park in pitch darkness to get to the transition area. Smart orgainized me forgot my helmet and I had the pleasure of trying to run back to the car against traffic in the dark to get it. so much for a calm relaxed warm up.

The race ended up starting a little late because of parking issues and disorgainization on the part to the race orgainizers. To say the start was disorgainized was being generous. There was no one calling the waves or getting them lined up, no one getting athletes to cross the timing mat, making sure everyone was in the right wave (i'm sure if you were willing to risk it, you could easily get a 4 min head start going in the wave ahead of your own, without anyone knowing)... but most disappointing for such an important race was the lack of even a starting line. People just kept edging further forward into the water, and then running along the shore line as the water levels were low, and no markers forcing you to swim out and around the corner. I opted to stay to the far left and not run the corner and hope that avoiding the crowds would pay off with less wasted energy. that and I can no longer mix it up like i used to since almost drowning in Hawaii 2 years ago - i get paniced very easy and would rather take a slightly longer line than get caught in a large group.

The swim was uneventful, and smooth. I stayed to the inside the whole way and avoided any trouble. I worked on trying to stay relaxed and smooth, and really concentrate on my recovery, keeping my elbow high and efficient, and my stroke turn over high. I felt my sighting was pretty good, and never got too far off course. As i exited the water, i checked my watch - 27 min and change. a PB. As I ran up the ramp to transition I looked for the wetsuit strippers as I heard they were going to be there, but I somehow missed them and ended up kicking it old school and trying to get it off myself as i stood at my bike.

The bike ride was a little different than usual. Normally I attack right from the start trying to catch anyone in front of me, going as hard as I can for as long as i can. This time i was worried about my hamstring that I had pulled a few days earlier so took it a little more conservatively, focusing on spinning more, with high RPM, and not trying to power up the hills. The bike course was relatively flat and fast, with several decent hills thrown in as you cris crossed the canyon in which the lake and conservation area were located. The hills weren't that though going up, but were very tricky going down. The rain had brought the oils to the surface of the road, and the corners on the hills were like glass. I did a good job on most of the corners but got careless on the last decent, neary going off the road on a quick switch back that caught me napping.

The ride back to T2 was straight into a head wind, and after trading off the lead with several other guys in my AG, i put my head down and tried to keep the pressure on to the end of the bike. Not really feeling like I was going as hard as I normally like to, and keeping an eye on my time, as it kept creeping closer to 2:30 for my bike without the end in sight, I kept expecting to be passed by other riders. It wasn't until the run, when one of the other guys I was racing told me how much of a dent I put into them in the last 10 km that I realized how well I did.

The run started off well. I was feeling good, and my legs felt better than usual with much less lactic acid. Again I focused on technique, trying to stay relaxed and my turnover high. I was having a hard time judging how well I was doing, as several runners (4 in total) passed me pretty handily. I was however slowly picking off one female pro after another, so I assumed I was doing ok.

At about the 13km mark, I managed to do something I have never done before in a race. On an small down hill my shoe lace came undone and I ended up tripping over it and going down hard. I tried to get up as quickly as possible, but I had easily lost a good 30-40 seconds, and 2 positions as 2 runners went past as I was on the ground. With a shot of adrenaline, and fear, I eventually caught back up to the 2 runners and passed them back. But with blood running down my arm, and my hip aching, and now blisters forming on my feet from my rain soaked shoes, the last 8 km was going to be tough. I tried to suck it up as best I could, and was either doing pretty good at it, or others were suffering worse than me, as I slowly gained time back on many of the runners that passed me in the first half. Unfortunately I was unable to catch all of them before the line, but felt good about my finishing kick, as I managed to pass 2 poeple in the last mile.

As I crossed the line, I felt pretty good about my race. I had a solid time, and finished strong. Not really having any idea where I ended up in my AG, I was sure I had done pretty well. And a quick check on the results showed I had managed to get 5th in my AG with a PB in both the swim and the run. Not bad considering 2 days before I didn't think i could race.

With about 40 minutes till Chris made her way to the finish line, I quickly got changed and ran back to the car to get my camera to try and catch her crossing the line. Unfortunately she was too fast for me to get back in time - finishing in a time of 4:54 and first in her AG. And more importantly, having had a PB in the swim and run, and didn't end up in the med tent !! I did however manage to get a picture of the dynamic duo shortly after she had crossed the line.

Trilife and Relationships

Do triathlons and tri training enhance or detract from a relationship ?

There is no right or wrong answer, and probably as many opinions as there are people doing tris. But having personally watched others relationships - and a few of my own - stretched to the limit or even to the point of collapse as a result of the training and partnerships and friendships formed during all that time spent training, I really have to wonder.

Is it the time spent training and hanging out together, the socializing after the workouts and races, the travel to races and time spent in hotels, or the hard bodies that make us jealous ? Or is it an inherent insecurity most of us endurance athletes have that keeps us humble and constantly striving to do better. And why does it seem to get get worse the more training we do ? Or maybe its just me. But I don't think so.

Ironman training and racing however seems to bring with it insecurities and issues other triathlon distances don't really have to deal with - time and money. This sport is expensive and time consuming, and there is a lot of athletes with a lot of disposable income - and a lot of free time. And if you don't have either, your already at a disadvantage.

The pros have all the free time, are fun easy going, and FIT. The top age groupers have MONEY. Money for the latest clothing and equipment, money for training supplements and coaching, money for race entries and travel expenses, money for IM stuff .... not to mention the Hummers, and Porches. And in a sport with 80% men, the competition for the attention of the few women in the sport is fierce. And as a result the guys with money or lifestyle use it to their advantage.

As a man in our society, we are taught that money is power, and a berometer for how successful a man is. And with money comes confidence in addition to all the many luxeries it can provide - both of which are very attractive to members of the opposite sex.

And when your partners success ultimately surpasses you, and they are constantly surrounded by both athletes with BIG money or professional athlete good looks your really F#$KED.

I personally think these insecurities are a combination of all these things, and leads us to feeling jealous and ultimately resulting in us to acting stupidly and to losing perspective on things. ultimately F#$KING up the very thing you value the most. Because you see, insecurity is like a cancer that slowly eats away at you, and gets worse with each passing day. Ultimately comsuming your thoughts and actions, until it destroys the one thing you tried soo hard to hang onto - your relationships.