This book caught my eye at the secondhand bookstore. First, let’s clear the air: the title “Swim, Bike, Bonk” does not refer to athletes that could be on the cover of Sports Illustrated, bonking in their hotel rooms. McGough is referring to the puking, diarrhea sort of bonk – when you hit a wall during endurance sports and you cannot finish the race (at that point, your body has given out and willpower can do nothing to save you).
Who is the audience for this book? Those who will enjoy it is a slim one. For the first half, triathletes will likely hate it, and McGough readily admits that triathletes hate people like him – simply deciding to give the Ironman a go, without first understanding the commitment. On the other side, someone who has not tried a tri would not enjoy his descriptions of logging miles and his trial and errors with diet either. I read this book from a good place. I’ve completed a few triathlons in my life. I’m not in hyper-sensitive anxious mode leading up to a race, but I’m active enough not to feel depressed about someone else’s athletic achievements.
McGough gets points for living in Hawaii and adding chapters about the start of it all: the first Ironman was a friendly activity with 15 competitors in O’ahu (later moved to Kona due to the increased volume of participants).
What he doesn’t get:
He has no budget, as in no room to spend. Triathlon is an expensive sport. Near the end of his journey, there are hints he might realize this, when his $200 cheap wetsuit aggravated his shoulder, risking injury and his swim pace. That’s why people are willing to spend the big bucks on a properly fitted suit! He does not have the budget to register for shorter tris, which is poor planning. The shock of racing, if you’ve never done it before, can cost you the race. He does do well exposing the Ironman corporation, pointing out its absurd marketing and how Ironman has become an exploit for consumerism.
He doesn’t get his bike until very late into his training. His early training on the stationary bike at YMCA would be a joke for most triathletes. Cycling in the saddle on the road is an entirely different beast.
He has to learn to respect endurance. There is no muscling through it. His friend early on says the race is 90% mental. I disagree. Yes, there is a mental component but it’s not 90% mental if you haven’t put in the training hours. You can’t mentally push past it when your body is rejecting you, eliminating fluid at either one end. From the posts McGough reads in the forums, dozens of people have experienced the bonk - not finishing, despite their mental drive and determination.
McGough does learn endurance and the reality of training hours. He spends a weekend cycling 5 hours watching Netflix. My favourite part is when he has a successful long brick work out. His words bring me right back to my own training memories.
The feeling of a bike-run transition:
“The start of the run feels like I’m pulling a parachute. Everything is happening in slow motion, or so it seems. My thighs ache as they pound the payment, and a rhythm is hard to come by. After the first mile, that changes. […] I look at my watch…Wow. All along I had felt like I was barely moving, and yet, here I am, on a reasonable pace. I can feel the confidence building inside me as I realize my body knows the drill. I’ve practiced this bike-run transition more than a dozen times now, and it’s paying off. It’s hard to believe that two hours ago, I was resting my head on my handlebars at a stoplight. I could barely pedal. Now here I am, recharged, regrouped, running! It’s an amazing feeling, when you prove something to yourself like that. I can keep going.” (McGough 178)
What a brick training teaches you, which is why I love endurance sports:
“You have to get through the rough patches. Because you can get through them. That’s what training teaches you. When you hit a snag, you have to find a way around it, find a new position, choke down a GU, dig deep and get over the hump, physically and mentally. Even it if means dropping down a gear or six and getting your legs spinning again. Worry about the next thing when you get there. Don’t get too far ahead of yourself. I have learned all this today and I am glad for it.” (McGough 179)
From the intro, I was worried for him. I thought he would just have needed a little more training time. But he pulls it off. He mentions the things he had going for him. He is an excellent swimmer, used to the ocean which is a tougher beast than Tempe Arizona. Hiking and a long bike trip give him experience with the outdoors and mental grit, which kicks in for him on the bike loop. He keeps popping energy supplements to ensure he never gets dehydrated and he admits, he can digest bread very well. Other advantages that he doesn’t identify are that he is used to the transitions of travel, flying in to new places for short stays as a travel writer. Living in Hawaii, he is so used to hot weather that Arizona is chilly for him in the morning.
In the end, I really enjoyed Will’s arc and his afterthoughts about his experience. He rightly covers the “come-down” syndrome that athletes experience after a race. Although he has no interest in doing another triathlon, preferring “a bouquet of flowers” in his life, not just swim, bike, run, he learns the right takeaway (290). Triathlon gives you a fresh perspective to carry into other areas of your life.