Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Day 28 of 365: Build, Build, Build, Recover, Repeat

There was a time when I would skip recovery weeks. Everything I did was as fast as I could do it and there was little difference between my easy pace and my fast pace. Understandably, I needed a day off every week and I was beyond tired for weeks on end. At the end of a season, I was ready to file for “separation” from my sport.

“It’s not that I don’t love you, it’s just that I need a little space from you.”
December 2013 – just over a year ago – I began working with Mary Eggers. I still remember my heart sinking when I first looked at the first 4 weeks of my training. There wasn’t a single day off until Christmas Eve. I immediately began complaining – internally, of course. I can’t go 23 days without a recovery day! I’ll fall apart!
Then… I learned what it meant to build. For the first time in 4 years of training, I did a proper build. Everything felt SO SLOW. The complaints were standard.

“I can’t go that slow, it hurts too much.”
“This pace is embarrassing!”
“I’ll never get faster with these HR zones!”
“Shouldn’t I be working harder?”
It turns out that building is not working as hard as you can until you crash and are forced to take time off. Rather, building is a process of gathering fatigue slowly over a few weeks with a majority of your sessions falling in the aerobic category and a few select session truly challenging you.
Today... it's been 40 days since I've had a day completely off and that's day was only because I was sick. I've built up durability. I've developed a much greater speed range in swimming, biking and running. I am both slower AND faster. I also no longer have thoughts of filing for separation. I'm happily married to my sport.

I’m in the third week of a build right now and the sum of my training is weighing me down with fatigue. There wasn’t a single set in the last 2.5 weeks that wrecked me or left me truly broken down, but when you add them all up, even easy feels hard now.
It’s always in this third build week that my mind begins getting the greater of the workouts. My motivation is low. My desire to sleep is high. The joy that typically flows during my workouts is dammed up. This third week is when my goals and dreams compel me forward. Without complete dedication to my goals, I would quit early. I would give in to fatigue.
Learning what it means and feels like to build and to build well has given me new appreciation for recovery. I welcome a recovery week. This step back week, which is a reduction in work load by as much as 40%, allows my body to rebound from all of the acquired fatigue and like flubber, I rebound to even higher levels. Races, after all, come at the end of a recovery week. 
I guess this goes back to day 23 and my thoughts on ordinary vs extraordinary. Commit to the ordinary days. Let them build on each other and, in turn, tear you down. Respect you’re recovery and keep your eyes looking ahead. It’s the sum of the ordinary that results in the extraordinary.

Until the next tale,

Friday, January 23, 2015

Day 23 of 365: Find Extraordinary

I’ve been thinking about the ordinary and the extraordinary lately. I’m a believer that race day is reserved for extraordinary performances. If training has been appropriate and recovery given respect, then race day is where we do something that was previously impossible. On race day we find new possibilities- we find new selves.

There is a universal “extraordinary”. These people and performances are world record holders, Olympians, and champions of the highest level.

There is also a personal “extraordinary” where we better our own personal records, where we champion our own minds, where we unlock new levels of possibilities.

Extraordinary performances are made up of ordinary days filled with relentless self-belief.

Believe in yourself relentlessly.

Be persistent and consistent on the ordinary days.

When the day comes, forget about what you thought possible and accept the possibility of extraordinary.

When it comes to blogging, I often feel the pressure to write about the extraordinary. I’ve decided that this year I will do: Day XXX of 365 posts. They will be of the ordinary days that are filled with relentless belief. One page in my chapter, one chapter in my life.



Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Sprint to a championship - Sprint Age Group Nationals

At last, my long overdue race report for the Age Group Nationals Sprint distance. You can check out my favorite moment from nationals here and my Olympic distance race report here.

Age group nationals, sprint distance, Milwaukee WI.

The format for short course nationals is the Olympic distance race on Saturday (entry by qualification only) and the Sprint distance race on Sunday (open to any USAT member). Over the course of the season I had monster training days followed directly by races, so I was very confident in my ability to recovery well and perform on back to back days. In fact, I find for sprint distance races, I prefer to come in under heavy load – everything just seems numb and the body is too tired to complain, so the brain gets to lead the charge!
The greatest difference between Saturday and Sunday, was that I got to watch the first few waves start, transition, transition again and FINISH all before I even had to warm up! In fact, I was able to use my warm up to cheer my friend and travel companion, Andy Pierce, to an excellent (and TeamUSA qualifying) performance!
I did my typical warm-up of 10-15 minutes of light jogging, a few accelerations, some dynamic drills and nervous consumption of water. Thankfully there was once again an opportunity for a quick swim warm up and I did a few lung busters to open my lung capacity  up a bit.
The Swim!
Unlike the Saturday race, the swim started on time which I’m sure everyone was thankful for. With the sound of the gun, I took off, swimming nearly as hard as I could. I found myself just off the back of the second pack and threw in a big surge around 350 meters to catch up to them. From there, I just hung on! When the arms started burning, I really focused on pushing the water all of the way out the back of my stroke, finishing as close to my knees as I could. I just pulled and pulled and pulled and came out of the water with a HUGE swim. Up the ramp and through the shoot where my trusty race Sherpa, Tim, told me I was in 12th. I was slightly confused, but mostly excited- there was a lot of race left and only 11 women to chase down.

The Bike!
I had a mechanical coming out of T1- in my eagerness to get through transition my chain had popped off. I crossed the mount line, flipped it back on and jumped on my bike – 10 seconds lost, max. From there I just rode hard. I knew the course and was really looking forward to the slight climbs throughout as I’d had success on them the day before. My glutes were pretty tight early on and I spent a fair amount of time arguing with myself over whether or not I should shift. I was spinning a little too much, 95+ rpm, but the thought of finding a bigger gear made my legs scream and when I did shift, I couldn’t power above 80 rpm… so I spun things out for the first 3 miles or so. Once we hit the first turn around and started a slight decent, I was ready to drop the cadence and increase the power. From that point on, it was hammer down. I encountered a steady stream of competitors to pass, no one passed me and no one that I passed tried to come with me. I felt strong and I knew that I was doing well.  

The Run!
I came into transition and Tim shouted that I was in 2nd, just 43 seconds back from first. By the half mile mark, I was informed that I was down 30 seconds and "she's hurting". I hit the first mile marker in 6:25 just as I made my pass for first. 50 meters later, there was a hairpin turn… I’d already gapped her and there was no one else within 4 minutes of us. I ran by Tim at around 1.5 miles and he looked confused… almost surprised to see me so soon and wasn’t sure what position I was in. I subtlety gave him a number one hand gesture and a smile. Luckily at this point the course was stung out with runners and I just worked on picking them off, one after another. I also had it in my mind coming into this weekend that I could break 20 minutes in the 5K if I was willing to dig deep enough- that goal helped me keep the hammer down. Before I knew it mile 2 clicked by in 6:22. I was hurting, I wanted back off, but I knew that it was just another 5 minutes and then I could kick it in. Just before mile 3 clicked by ( in a 6:18), I opened it up… I went for broke.
It felt superb to cross that line… “Ericka Hachmeister is your 30-34 National Champion!” I couldn’t believe it! To say I had a smile on my face would be an understatement. I was delighted.
The most amazing and inspiring thing for me: There is more to be had. I’m excited to work hard and hurt well. I feel eager to continue to find belief in myself and break barriers of self-doubt. I am thankful for this journey of self-discovery and I am thankful that it has only just begun.

Until the next tale,


Wednesday, August 13, 2014

The most competitive race of my life: Age Group Nationals - Olympic distance

A few months ago I watched a video clip of Darren Campbell, an Olympic 100 meter sprinter. He said that if everything went well in a race he’d remember two things: 1) the gun going off, 2) crossing the finish line. You can checkout the video here: . Even though my races take much longer than the 9-10 seconds that his took him, I can fully understand the statement. I think I used to be better at writing race reports because I used to let the race dictate my performance. Now, the gun goes off and I trust my training to help me find the finish line. So if this seems boring, it’s because I really didn’t think about much. I just raced.

I drove to Chicago on Thursday with fellow competitor, Andy, and my wonderful hubby and race sherpa, Tim. After a quick stop and a restful nights sleep at my in-laws, we hit the road again for Milwaukee. Travel, as can be expected, was a bear, but I ate tried and true foods on the road, foam rolled at rest stops and hydrated well.  

The race venue was awesome and the volunteers were smiling and very helpful. It was hard not to get REALLY excited at packet pick up. We got jackets and bags from TYR, compression socks from ec3d, and a running hat from Sweatvac. Yay swag!

From the expo it was back to the car to sticker our bikes and then rack them in transition. It's always hard to say good bye to Bumblebee (my yellow Felt TT bike), but I was looking forward to our reunion in the morning.

Back at the hotel, I enjoyed the evening ritual of packing my transition bag and laying out the items I’d need in the morning. The excitement was building! I slept horribly and we learned that I should not be allowed to pick out future hotels (this one was NO GOOD… just think prostitutes, mold, and a barely functioning air-conditioner!! Eeek!)

I was up at 5:15am, showered, braided my hair, proudly pulled on my Valor triathlon project kit and sat down for breakfast: 4 of those little dishes of applesauce, a picky bar (because I forgot my whey protein) and 3 rice cakes. We were on the road a little after 6am and made it easily to transition to quickly set everything up. I selected my gear to begin in on the bike and left things awaiting my T1 arrival.  

At 8:30 I enjoyed another picky bar as I sat in the shade watching athletes come and go. At 8:40 I did an easy 10 minute jog, some leg swings, high knees, butt kicks and some quick turnover drills. My neuromuscular system felt sluggish in the beginning, but the light warm up woke everything right up.  

At 9am I donned my wetsuit and made my way to the swim start. Before long it was time to take my gel, last bit of water and start my swim warm up. I opted to go with an non-caffeinated gel as I felt like the caffeinated one got my HR a little too high at Cayuga the week before. We got into the water and were on the cusp of starting our race when the water had to be cleared for an emergency in the previous wave. After about a 25 minute delay we were on our way! 

Swim - 25:16, 1:32/100 yards 51st AG, 371st Female

I went out hard and was surprised to find open water pretty quickly despite still being in a pretty big pack. After a few hundred yards, there was a faster group off the front, a big group a little behind them and then me WITH OTHER SWIMMERS! I tried to stay on feet and surged when I needed to in order to catch up and draft. Some times when I draft, I feel like I’m just sitting on them not doing anything, but this time I was working hard to keep up so it was a good position to be in! About half way through the swim I wondered if I’d gone out too fast… everything was getting tired. I made sure to NOT burry my head and kept pulling hard. I was surprised when I excited the water and Tim told me I was 51st… I thought I’d be mid pack at best. I was happy and excited to continue hammering the course!

This has been a theme this year, but it feels amazing to get into the water and start racing from the gun… not to make it through the water and start racing once I’m on the bike. That has really made the world of difference on so many levels. 

Bike - 1:04:24, 23.2 mph, 5th AG, 28th Female

I got on the bike smoothly and went out hard. I noted that for Sunday’s race I may want to try a slightly bigger gear, as I was spinning right away making it a little tough navigating the competition and getting my feet into my shoes and trying to shift. It all panned out fine, but it was noted. From there I just road. I did a little passing and then I got passed. There was a particular woman that I started to key off of in the beginning which kept me riding aggressive. About 2.5 miles in, there was a slight climb in which I made a technical error of not dropping into my small chain ring… again, noted for day two. We turned around at mile 3 and then I spent the next 12 miles going back and forth with 3 other women while passing quite a few more. By the second turnaround, I decided to hammer for a bit as I’d burned more than a few matches trying to keep things legal. For better or worse, I needed open road and there was no way in hell that I was going to settle for the open road behind these women. I surged on some gentle uphill rollers, nothing crazy… I stayed aero, kept my cadence around 85-88. I felt good and worked to keep pace for the rest of the ride.  

I averaged 168 bpm on the bike… higher than the 160 goal, but I just used that as a challenge… Prove that I can still run! 

Run - 41:55, 6:44/mile, 9th AG, 56th Female

I felt AMAZING coming off the bike! So amazing that my first two miles were SUB 6:30 pace! It was tough, I came off the bike and made a quick pass and then got passed… twice. I tried to go with them, but knew that the pace wasn’t one that I could hold so I tried to settle. There was a turnaround at mile 1 and I could see all of my competition gunning for me. To be honest, I’m surprised they didn’t get me! By mile 3 I was hurting. I just set my sights on the final out and knew that once I got to it I’d only have 2.2 miles left. I slowed WAY down at the mile 4 aid station and then quickly refocused and talked myself through the last 2.2 miles. It. Was. Ugly. I focused on the 10x800 I’d just done a few weeks ago and decided on 3 minutes hard (800ish meters) and 1 minute easy. I wouldn’t call the 1 minute easy, but I did back off the pace for 30 seconds or so. Then it was back to pushing the pace. I was breaking things down into chunks as best as I could… hard to the tree… catch that person before you get to that cone… it all hurt, but it was over soon enough!  

Surprisingly, I averaged 176 bpm on the run… 8 beats higher than the bike, just like I was supposed to. Once I saw that, I was more confident in my decision to push the bike a little. 
Totals for the day - 2:14:57, 4th AG, 44th Female and a spot on Team USA for the 2015 World Championships!!

I snagged a water and quickly got some sun screen on and a picky bar in my tummy. My mind was instantly on Sunday’s Sprint. We got out of the sun, kept the legs loose and cleared out of transition as soon as possible. It was back to the hotel for showers and then off to Panera for food, where I devoured:

A full chicken cobb salad with THREE hard boiled eggs and a whole bowl of black bean soup – carbs and protein galore! I also enjoyed some coffee and lots of water.
Then it was back to the hotel to switch out race numbers and return to re-rack the bikes. From there we headed over to the awards ceremony where I awkwardly, and mind you was the only one in over 200 athletes, got on the wrong podium! Oh, wait I’m not 5th??? I’m 4th???? Are you sure??? Apparently the 3rd place women received a drafting penalty dropping her from 3rd to 5th and me from 5th to 4th.

Between the race and bed time, I had to really manipulate how I felt – I tried to be silly, high energy, but not too high and VERY positive about how I felt. I knew if I let myself crash and believe that I was tired and sore, by body would lock up and I’d have a hard time getting going the next day. 

Dinner was late, but we kept it simple. I had deli roast beef on rice cakes with applesauce and some fruit salad. Or maybe that was a lot of fruit salad… J

Bed before 10pm…

Until the next tale,


Tuesday, August 12, 2014

To grasp the hand of another: Age Group National Championships – Part 1

This has been one hell of a season for me. You may not be able to tell from this particular space on the internet, as I’ve found myself too busy to write about it. But I’ve enjoyed writing about my triathlon adventures in the past and am thankful to have them stowed away so that I can relive those adventures.

There’ll be a Part 2 and Part 3 to this and I’ll write all about racing the “Double” at AG National, digging deep, leaning into pain, and snagging spots on Team USA for AG Worlds in 2015.

Here, today, I want to share a story from the weekend that impacted me more than my personal achievements.  It’s a story of sisterhood. It’s a story of my tri family.

My favorite memory of the weekend was just prior to the start of my swim wave on Saturday for the Olympic distance. My age group had already waited over two hours to get started. We’d all lined up to head down to the water for our warm up, when the swim start arch deflated, blocking the way. You could tell right away that this was a group of positive women. The jokes started – “It’s lucky to have to walk around the arch instead of under it.” “Our egos must not be big enough to inflate it.” “We’re the only ones smart enough to know where the swim start is without a huge sign!”

We proceeded to the warm up and before long we were all called to the swim start with a minute to go. You could certainly feel the tension in the air – these women were here to race. We would soon be pinned against each other, hunting, catching, and dusting those we could.

Then the announcer told us to stand down. Our start was delayed. We all remain tense, treading water, ready to go from 0-60 at a moment’s notice. The announcer then tells us it might be a while. We anxiously ask how long. We’re directed to swim back to the pier. This might take a while.

Well this pier is over 2 feet above the surface of the water… we could barely reach it. A few women struggled up – strangers gave them shoves on the butt, supported their feet so they could “beach whale” onto the pier. Once there were a small handful of women on top of the pier, they began lifted those in the water straight up and onto the pier. Once you grasped a hand and were pulled up, you turned and offered a hand to those still in the water.

I was in a crowd of women I hoped to annihilate and I’m sure they had much of the same aspirations. And yet there we stood lifting each other up. We graciously excepted help in a feat that we were too weak to conquer ourselves and humbly offered help to those who needed it. It was beautiful.

Simple, but beautiful.

Thank you women of AG 30-34, you are strong and caring. I am proud to have raced with you all.

Until the next tale,


Thursday, January 2, 2014

Thoughts on Food

When I was in first grade I ate three apples a day. That was it. I remember clear as day sitting folded on the floor with my legs under me, chest against my thighs... I liked the way my ribs felt against them. I could feel them flex and move with every breath.

I also remember getting in trouble after my annual check up. Between the ages of 6 and 7 I had lost weight and yet grown taller. My mom was embarrassed, "She's just a picky eater." "She just isn't ever hungry."

To be honest, I don't remember being hungry. I just liked apples... and the feel of my ribs.

My obsession with food and body has grown since those early memories. Sometimes, in very self destructive ways and other times in very healing ways.

At 29 years of age, I can say that I love food and my body - though I still find myself in conflict with both. Truly, I am in awe of both. My journey has lead me to learn a great deal about food and I want to share a thought that I'm trying to internalize.

Over the years I've come to the opinion that the things I eat should have a good life before they become my food. From there I had to learn what it meant for my food to have a good life. My research lead to learning about grass fed verses grain fed animals. After 2 years as a vegan (long ago at this point), I learned that I just love beef and I feel better when I eat beef. But what does it mean for a cow to live a good life. What is natural for a cow.

Believe it or not, it is the cow that has taught me the most. If I'm going to eat a cow, it should come from near by, it should be pastured with other cows (but not too many), it should be feed grass, and the end of it's life should come by a hand that loves and cherishes the beast.

Initially, I thought, "Oh, good for the cow!"

Later, I learned, "Oh, good for me!"

As it turns out, an organic grass fed cow is leaner and has significantly more omega-3-fatty acids than a grain fed cow. Omega-3's are the mac-daddy of the essential fatty acids.

Check out these sources for more info:

Recently, I became an aunt, which of course means that my hubby and I have spent far to many conversations talking about and critiquing something of which we know nearly nothing about. One such topic was alcohol consumption while breastfeeding. I have friends that were told "absolutely not!" and others that were given guide lines and yet others that were told "Go for it! Alcohol doesn't pass into the milk!"

My husbands argument was that the beef we eat and the milk we drink is altered by the diet of the cow, then surely the milk of a mother is altered by what she eats and drinks. Wow. Totally makes sense!

I am no mother, but like a cow my flesh is made from the building blocks provided to it through what I eat. Humans are resilient beasts and can eat nearly anything, but I wonder what if I were "grass fed." How would my fat composition change. How would my bones, muscles, and even my brain respond? Why can I so easily commit to buying beef that has been feed and treated optimally and yet I can not feed and treat myself as such?

My lesson to internalize: It matters what you put into your body, because it will become your body!

Now the challenge: Wading through the mountains of research to discover what is truly best for the human body - and I have a feeling it's not beer and chocolate!

Until the next tale,


Friday, November 29, 2013

A Race Day of Firsts

A race day of firsts and not the kind you're thinking of - I did not finish first. However, I think everything except my finish place was a first...

First Turkey Trot!
First goal race in the SNOW
First time eating butternut squash as a pre-run breakfast
First time starting a warmup somewhere other than the race venue (left from home)
First time running with a Garmin (I got the 910XT!!!!)
First time running with a heart rate monitor
First time NOT knowing the staring line had been moved!
First time MISSING the start of the race
First time zig-zagging through 800 runners (see above)
First time I've been ANGRY at mile 1 during a race (see above)
First time not getting past by a single person
First time finishing (last 100 or so meters) on a sheet of ice
First time winning a PIE (it was pumpkin!!)

Gun time/results: 20:46, 5th OA female, 2nd AG
Chip time/results: 19:53, 2nd OA female, 1st AG

My string of firsts taught me a lot, of which I am truly thankful for.

For a more indepth (and better!) recap, checkout Jenelle's, my training/racing partners, race  report!

Did you "Trot" on Thursday?

Until the next tale,