My journey to Lake Tahoe in September would not even have gotten off the ground properly had it not been for the enlisting of professional training assistance, as provided by Trace Rogers of SuperTri here in Dubai. As motivated as I believe myself to be, I know full well that to get the very best out of yourself, there is no substitute for a knowledgeable and experienced coach.
Biography – Trace Rogers
Trace Rogers is the Founder and ITCA certified Coach of SuperTRI – a triathlon club with specialised training and Triathlon related services.
During her career as a Triathlon coach, Trace has had success coaching beginners all the way up to Ironman finishers. The highlight of 2012 was coaching the UAE National team into 3rd place at the World Biathle Championships. This included 15 individual podium places.
The highlight of 2013 was progressing a client who could barely swim 8 weeks out of his Ironman Race (Ironman South Africa) to the point where he finished the race in 13H33min (Swim time:1 hour 45 min).
Trace’s mission through SuperTRI is to ensure that all members get quality training at all times whilst enjoying every moment.
It’s official: I am in training for my very first Ironman, with the Lake Tahoe event a little over nine months away. Time enough to cultivate my very own baby of endurance fitness and stamina, such that I actually step up the challenge and avoid wilting on the day. I have enlisted the services of a coach for this challenge as I know that as much as I would like to think I am self motivated enough to find, prepare and actually execute a suitable training plan, the truth is that I am not. That may seem like a startling admission to make but it is the truth and I would argue that those people who can genuinely push themselves to the heights of their innate abilities without any help from external sources are few and far between. I know only a few people who I would describe as being genuinely super self motivated. As for me, I am driven but for an undertaking of this magnitude I feel that having someone I am answerable to each week will be essential and will get me up and out for training on those inevitable mornings or evenings when I am simply feeling like taking the easier option of staying in bed longer or kicking back with a movie.
My coach is a lady by the name of Trace Rogers, who has personally competed in many Ironman events and trained several athletes in the past. As such I know I am in good hands and feel confident that if I follow her guidance and advice then I will turn up in California in the best possible form. The initial period of my training programme is focused on preparing for one of my earlier A races, the Abu Dhabi International Triathlon, which is in March, and is effectively an Olympic distance race albeit with a 100km bike leg as opposed to the usual 40km. The initial couple of weeks are focused more on building a base level of fitness, although I am pleased with my general level of base fitness at present. For example, a couple of friends from the Dubai Tri Pirates and I headed up to Jebel Hafeet, a mountain of 1,249m elevation and a steady 14km climb from the very bottom to the top, with stunning views out over the Emirate of Abu Dhabi, and the town of Al Ain, and the Sultanate of Oman, with which the mountain shares a border. Initially apprehensive that I would have some issues with the climb, I actually felt very comfortable pushing up it twice in a row without having to feel like stopping. This is not something I would have been able to do back in February when I first moved out here.
Other training so far this week has included an early morning run session, focusing on hill intervals, and my very first turbo training session at home. What struck me about turbo training is that it is a) incredibly sweaty, as there is no air flow as you would get outside actually moving forward. It was also just generally a bit weird cycling on my road bike in the house, as I have only ever associated it with going out on the road or track. Still, it’s a great training aid, especially on those rare days when the weather isn’t great, which thankfully isn’t very often.