Putting the Coeur in CDA , 2014-07-07

Last summer I hit rock bottom in my triathlon career.  I had overhauled my diet, cut back my hours at work, and put in thousands of hours of training preparing for the 2013 Ironman Mont Tremblant.  I was trying to get over a disappointing start to my pro career and was excited to tow the line with some of the best in the sport.  Unfortunately my body had other plans.  I got sick a couple weeks before the event and although I felt much better the days leading up to the race, I just had nothing to give when the gun went off. After 3.5hrs of pushing, I abandoned the race and the rest of the season.  My confidence and belief in my ability was gone and I was starting to lose the joy of the sport.  I contemplated “retiring” or going back to the amateur ranks and just racing “for fun” again.  But after some serious thought I decided I wasn’t willing to give up.  The good thing about hitting rock bottom is there is nowhere to go but up. 

My horrible attempt at a selfie, just trying to show off my new favorite Coeur jersey


Then my 3 coaches came along (well, came back into my life in a big way) and everything changed. The spark that I had as an age grouper – the girl who was just excited to be racing and improving – started to come back.  I stopped focusing on that elusive great result that I so desperately wanted, and thought I needed to regain my confidence.  I was training with Team Sheeper more regularly and having a BLAST getting my butt kicked by all my amazing teammates.  At first I was worried I just couldn’t handle the training intensity and volume it would take to progress, while still working a “real job”, but of course my coaches knew better.  They gave me monster workouts, and I didn’t break.  The more I realized I could handle, the more excited I became about my prospects for the future. My 3 coaches, Tim, Mike, and Ian, had believed in me all along – so much so that I actually started to believe in myself again. 


Checking in with the QR crew pre-race to get the Illicito dialed!


Go time!


My first two races of the season were a bit disappointing.  I just didn’t seem to have the speed or power that I needed or wanted.  When the doubts started to creep back in, my coaches reminded me we are training for Ironman. That is the focus, that is when I’ll actually rest, and that’s when I’ll be at my best.  I put those two 70.3s in my rear view mirror and pushed on towards Ironman Coeur D’Alene.  I had a couple really good workouts going into the race, so I knew if I stuck to my race plan, nailed my nutrition, I would have my best Ironman yet.  I left Palo Alto full of excitement and hope.  When the gun went off on race morning I raced into the water for what would be my best 140.6 miles to date. 




The Swim – I love this swim! It’s a gorgeous, clear lake that’s at about the perfect temperature for me (62 degrees F).  Plus, it’s 2 loops of the course so you at least have SOME idea of where you are and how much further you have to go.  Sometimes 2.4m can seem endless! But on race morning, HOLY CHOP BATMAN!  The lake was angry and wanted to smack me in the face every time I tried to sight for a buoy on the way out.  I actually thought maybe the first turn buoy had detached and was floating away at some point because I swear for 5 minutes I didn’t get any closer to it! I was able to swim with Heather Wurtele the entire way – she lead out most of the first lap, I took over on the 2nd.  I was sad to have just missed Kelly’s feet as she was only about 45sec in front of us by the end.  HOWEVER, my plan was to get out from the main group, then settle into a SUPER comfortable pace and make sure I was setting myself up for a strong rest of the day.  Definitely mission accomplished there!  I came out of the water in 2nd, 42 seconds down from 1st and couldn’t wait to get on my bike.  My overall time was just over 59 minutes – over 5minutes slower than normal.




The bike – Now I knew there was no way I was going to ride with Heather.  She took off and I didn’t bat an eye.  My coaches had given me my average power number to hit and I was committed to staying there, even on the first 10 miles when the adrenaline was pumping and I was feeling GREAT!  Good thing I stuck to the plan because the waves on the lake didn’t come out of nowhere.  The wind was a blowin’ and as soon as I hit the stretch on 95 it was a battle.  The wind kicked up even more on the 2nd loop so it was a really good thing I had left a little in the tank. Mile 70-85 was definitely rough – the back and shoulders were hurting, power was starting to drop just slightly, but each mile I got a little closer to the final turnaround and a screaming fast return to town.  I was able to ride into 2nd on the bike by about mile 20 and I stayed there for the next 92 miles, riding completely alone (thank goodness for my PowerTap to keep my head in the game!).  I had no idea how long I would hang onto 2nd, so I vowed to enjoy every second I was there – not hard on my new QR Illicito – man I LOVE that bike!  That 2nd place position lasted to about mile 6 of the run, when Kelly W. passed me like I was standing still J




The Run – In the last Ironman I actually finished, I “ran” a 3:54.  I had already started walking by mile 7.  I PROMISED myself before this race that unless I had an injury or was vomiting, I was not going to walk a single step.  The plan was to be conservative the first 3 miles, which was actually a lot more challenging than I thought it would be. I felt good off the bike – for the first time in about 2 years - and ready to run!  I also knew it had been a long time since I had a strong Ironman finish and I did not want to blow it!  Luckily I had my trusty Timex GPS watch to keep me on track!  



There was no disappointment when I saw Kelly go by at the first turnaround.  I knew it was coming and I knew I couldn’t counter.  I also didn’t care.  I was still in 3rd and having a BLAST!  My lead cyclist would tell the people 20 feet in front of me “3rd Place female, Jess Smith, coming through!” and all the spectators would scream my name and offer me encouragement.  I’m surprised my cheeks weren’t the sorest part of my body from all the smiling I did on that run!  I just couldn’t believe how amazing the support was from so many thousands of strangers!


Of course during the Ironman marathon reality always sets in at some point.  Reality set in for me around mile 17.  I still had 9 miles to go when fatigue reared its ugly head.  It was time for Coke!  I always hold off drinking coke for as long as I can because it seems like such a miracle substance towards the end of the race.  The half cup they give you is the perfect amount to last 1 mile, after which there is luckily a brand new person offering a brand new cup of the liquid gold.  The sugar and caffeine kicked in and I ran out of the dark place and back into the light.  I definitely did NOT want to pat myself on the back for my first official pro podium before it happened – obviously I have seen the images of the people about to win races only to collapse meters from the finish line.  But as I got closer and closer to the finish line, the energy of the amazing crowd (and the coca cola) picked me up and I felt stronger and stronger.  I saw incredible pro athlete and Ultraman female champ, Hilary Biscay, just before the last turn around mile 25.  She screamed that she was so proud of me and was almost in tears.  That’s when I let myself believe.  I knew my body wasn’t going to give out.  I knew I wasn’t going to get caught.  I knew I was going to get my first pro podium.  I didn’t know that first I was going to have to run the LONGEST mile of my life! I swear mile 25 to 26.2 was actually 1.8 miles (AT LEAST).  I kept pushing until I hit the finish shoot.  I high fived as many people as I could and then crossed the line and threw up my Coeur sign – the heart.  This symbol represents my amazing kit sponsor – Coeur Sports – but also is a true symbol of my journey as a pro.  I have had many more downs than up, but I always train and race with heart.  Although I had put all my heart into that race, somehow it was full again as soon as it was over.


I was overwhelmed by the outpouring of support from family, teammates, and friends after the race.  I can’t express how much it meant to me to have so many people rooting for me.  A Coeur Sports teammate, Heidi, said it takes a village to raise a triathlete.  It’s so true.  I am so incredibly lucky to have such amazing people in my village.  My sponsors have supported me so well – Coeur Sports, Saucony, Quintana Roo, Reynolds, PowerTap, Challenge Tires, Rudy Project, Clif, Xterra Wetsuits, Timex, Cognition Cyclery – I would be nowhere without you.  My BFF, Hailey – thanks so much for all the training and chatting.  You are an amazing friend and teammate.  My coaches, Team Sheeper, my loving family, and friends – thank you from the bottom of my heart for all you have given to help make my dreams come true!

Cathleen Knutson and Ali Black - 2 stud pro ladies who had great races in CDA!! Love these gals!




I have 5 VIPs this blog.  The first is the Queen of Coeur D’Alene.  If you have raced at CDA, there is a good chance you have met her.  She is the face of the amazing town, and a sweet, incredibly supportive friend, Sue Hutter.  She also takes pretty amazing pictures, some of which I hope I can steal from her for my website!


Sue – you do so much for this sport.  Thank you for setting my up with an incredible homestay, cheering me on all day, and always being a true friend.  You have seen me at my worst and at my best and support me know matter what!


Sue was responsible for my next group of 4 VIPs – the Fletcher Family – Jen, Jeff, Lincoln, and Lilly.  They offered their home to Mark and me for the entire weekend – setting us up in their basement apartment, which I’m sad to say is about 10 times better than our actual apartment!  They welcomed us with open arms and were available should we need anything the entire weekend.  Lilly made me amazing signs, and Jen and Lilly were out on the course giving me support all day!  They are a super active, down to earth, incredible family who I am so happy to know.  I am already making plans to return to CDA next year and can only hope they will be willing to let us take over their basement again. 



Thank you Sue and Fletcher family!  You helped make our weekend a truly memorable one!




On to the races! , 2014-06-16

After a long of winter/spring focused on training, I finally kicked off my 2014 season about 6 weeks ago. First I headed to Wildflower on 5/3, 4 weeks later it was off to the Big Island. I hadn’t raced since August of last year (when I had to DNF from IMMT due to illness) so I was ready to get back on the start line! I have put in some serious blocks of training, but the focus this year is on Ironman. The volume is up and the intensity is SLIGHTLY down so these first 2 70.3’s were just there to get my feet wet!



At Wildflower the goal was 2 good things. Good thing #1 was a decent swim. I was third out of the water (thanks Xterra Wetsuits!!), despite missing the feet of the front 2 girls and swimming alone the entire way. The 2nd good thing was a solid back half of the bike (albeit after a bit too conservative first half ). Luckily I got those two good things in before the run, because that’s where things went a bit south. Dehydration and GI issues left me fighting to finish. The run was slow, but I kept trucking. After this one I vowed to do a much better job in the fueling department at my next race.


Four weeks later I landed in Hawaii for the Honu 70.3. I was PUMPED to be back in Hawaii – I love that place! (shocking, I know – not too many people love sunshine, warm air, pristine beaches, and clear ocean water). I considered changing into my swim suit at the airport just so I could be ready to jump into the water at the first opportunity. I could barely wait to get in my first swim and it did not disappoint – warm water, tropical fish, coral, sea turtles, and a little excitement/fear that a tiger shark might in the vicinity looking for its next meal.



The vacation was awesome, the race, not so much. My swim was okay, although I ended up in the wrong group. I swam with 3 other girls, letting them do the work until the last buoy when I came around to the front. I was hopeful maybe only 1 or 2 girls were out of the water first, but rats, I was 4th. A slow transition and a bit of a fumble with my bike shoes and already I was in 7th at the start of the bike…crap. The plan was not to chase, but to ride strong and set myself up for a great run. Unfortunately I left my bike power on the mainland so I rode alone for 56 miles. I focused on hydration and nutrition, telling myself things were fine, I would have a great run. When I got to my feet my optimism quickly dissolved into an “oh shit” feeling (sorry kids). My run legs weren’t working well either. This is where the emotional toughness got a workout. I couldn’t run sub 7:30 to save my life and the times were getting slower. I was frying, felt miserable, and at times I considered quitting. But I didn’t. Instead I turned my attention forward. I started focusing on people in front of me I thought were fading and started working to catch them. I might not run them down quickly, but it kept me motivated and moving forward. By the end of the run I was killing myself to run 8 minute miles, but I crossed the finish line. I was 9th overall, but well back from 8th. I had run my slowest 70.3 half marathon in 4 years, but I decided I wasn’t going to be disappointed. My body just didn’t have what I wanted that day, but I gave everything that WAS there. I crossed the line miserable, exhausted, but satisfied that I had given my all. Now let’s just hope I have a little more in the tank for the next race!


As always I am incredibly grateful to my amazing sponsors, who support me in the highs and lows (highs to come for sure!!).  Thank you Coeur Sports for my amazingly cute and comfy kit!  Ladies, you can buy this same kit (minus the sponsors) online at (see Chinese New Year print!).  To QR - I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE the illicito.  It is by FAR the best bike I have ever ridden.  It's also paired nicely with my speedy Reynolds Wheels (72 Aero - perfect for Kona winds!), PowerTap, and Challenge Tires.  Of course I wouldn't have made it to my bike as quickly without the help of Xterra Wetsuits - best in the biz! Finally, thanks to Clif for keeping me fueled and Rudy Project for keeping me protected from the sun and serious head injury!  I am one super lucky lady to have the amazing support of these top tier brands!




In a couple weeks I’m off to Coeur D’Alene for my first Ironman of the season and I can’t wait! This is the race I have been working towards and I know I’m fit and ready to race HARD! In other news, my incredible husband graduated from Stanford with his PhD in education this weekend! Our parents and his sister came out for the occasion. It was so much fun to have almost the whole family in town to celebrate this amazing accomplishment! I am so proud of this guy and proud of myself for marrying so well 



See you in CDA!





My VIP this blog is actually a pretty big group of people. They are the folks I see more in speedos and spandex than real clothes – my Team Sheeper teammates. I have been so lucky to be part of this team for the past 4 years. On my first bike ride I met 2 Brits, a Frenchman, an Irishman, and an Auzzie, who all made fun of each other’s accents and sports teams, but were incredible welcoming to me.



Over the years my teammates have pushed me, dropped me, run away from me, started workouts at the butt crack of dawn with me, and supported me in so many ways. I have really leaned on these teammates in the last few months as I have been preparing for Ironman. They have joined me for extra hours on the bike and early morning long runs (thank you Hailey and Mark Watt!). They have also gotten me through mile repeats on the track (thanks Mike, Claire, Heidi, and Paul). They get me out of bed excited to train and push me beyond what I thought was possible.



I know I wouldn’t be the athlete I am today without this group, and more importantly I wouldn’t have the same love or passion for this sport without my teammates.