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What's Up With Wednesdays?

Yesterday was the second Wednesday in a row where I've had a POTSish episode on my run. The first mile or two has been ok, typical warm-up feeling, but then bam! I feel awful. I get lightheaded and jello-legged and end up having to walk very long stretches at a time to try to feel "normal" again. Last Wednesday I attributed it to the Galveston ride, and it was the first run I'd done since then. Yesterday, who knows what was up! I ran on Monday after a decent-sized weekend of training with no problems, but then Wacky Wednesday was back again. This time I was able to still somewhat salvage the run and finished feeling okay, but I don't appreciate these episodes! I guess maybe back to the salt...and maybe compression socks.

Funny thing about the socks though is that apparently I can't do Kona now because WTC has just banned compression socks or anything that covers the calf. I was totally planning on racing there until this. Oh well. (HA!) I understand that they want your age to be visible during the entire race, but banning anything covering the calf is just stupid -i.e. it is not going to solve the problem. This topic is buzzing on Slowtwitch right now. People there have even admitted to intentionally rubbing their number off so the competition could not see it. My white socks actually have a permanent "28" on them now from the marker bleeding through at Gulf Coast. No one had any issue figuring out my age. Also at CDA, I just had them write my age above the socks. How difficult was that?

As noted above, I have not been wearing the socks regularly since CDA, so if the rule becomes enforced at all NAS/WTC events (all Ironman and Ironman 70.3 races), I do not think it is necessarily any sort of deal-killer for me, and if I did think it would be an issue, I'd just get a written doctor's notice, but I just think it is stupid when organizations make rules without actually thinking them through. What if there is a cold race day? Are people not allowed to wear leggings? What about the numbers on your arms, no more long sleeves at all? On slowtwitch they went as far as to say what if you don't have a leg? Amputees do race these things. A simple solution is just to make sure the age is written above the socks or is visible through the socks. AND if they are so concerned about it being visible, they should have officials on the course re-marking ages when they are no longer visible (yes...I realize that does sound a bit stupid...the whole thing does).

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Unknown said…
Good news: they've retracted the ban. Next controversy can be out of competition drug testing for age group triathletes.

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