Monday, October 22, 2018

Moving to Utah!


As many of my billions of loyal followers are aware, I have recently moved to Salt Lake City, Utah! There were quite a few motives for this recent move, but the biggest one is quite well summarized by a song “get a haircut” by George Thorogood. I heard it about a year ago while watching the Orica-Scott backstage TDF videos, and thought it was hilarious. One line in the song is even “get it together like your big brother bob” – which is funny because my big brother does “have it together”. I’m currently at phase two of the song, where I am trying that 9-5 scene… Maybe someday me and my rock and roll band will “hit the big time” and I’ll be “10 times richer than my big brother bob” – but I’m not going to hold my breath.



The move started a few months ago in June. After Pacific Crest, which my girlfriend Emily and I road tripped up to from Colorado (a solid 19 hours each way…), she realized that she didn’t want to go to PA school. The applications for PA school, as some of you may know, require more than enough personal information, essays about why you want to be a PA, and generally speaking, are not standardized. This means that every single school you want to apply for, you must specifically tell them why you want to go there. Then if selected, you have to go out there and interview with them, and sell them your soul. If you think that this application process sounds pretty stressful, you’re right. Now imagine getting accepted, then having to commit the next few years of your life to actually becoming a PA… Emily realized that she was more interested in actually doing science with her degree (Biological sciences), than becoming a PA and talking to random people about their mysterious bodily growths on a daily basis. She applied for a job at the SMRTL drug testing lab at the U of U, and was accepted the next week. She committed to starting in August, and before we knew it I was faced with possibly the easiest decision I’d ever have to make: Do I go or do I not go.

Big Cottonwood With Emily 
This past year has been pretty rough for me, and I’ll probably delve into more of that in future blogs depending on my mood when writing. But to summarize my once “friendly roommate”, let’s call him Patrice, decided that I was burdening him by him letting me live in his spare bedroom and pay him monthly rent, and that I didn’t deserve to be treated like a typical human since my name wasn’t on the lease. I was verbally abused on a regular basis, and eventually I left one weekend when he was visiting his girlfriend in Vail. I had contemplated moving out several times before then, but never really pulled the trigger on it until I came home that weekend and he had a friend staying in his bedroom that he didn’t warn me about, while he was out of town. I almost called the cops on the person thinking they had broken before I realized they were his guest. Trust me, I’d love to be making this up.

@ The Pool. 50m outdoor, 25yd indoor 
The next month, I was welcomed in by a great retired air traffic controller and his wife who works as a nurse. They allowed me to stay in their basement for the month, and I felt safe again. Patrice didn’t know where I lived, and I was happily out of a terrible living situation. I had planned on moving in with a Co-worker, Dillan, and a few guys from the CSU Triathlon team in May. We began our lease on May 1st, and the house ended up being a giant train wreck. There were hella bugs everywhere in the basement, and with everyone out of town for the summer at internships, etc. I was the only one living there for a lot of the summer. The yard, which we were told would be cleaned and landscaped for us, was a giant weed fest, and we weren’t even given a lawn mower (LOL). Oh yeah, and it didn’t come with a washer and a dryer. These landlords were CLASSY…


My job was barely paying me enough to keep me afloat. While getting discounts on shoes is sweet, not being financially stable is less sweet. I began trying to court a sponsor to help with my triathlon/financial endeavors, but nothing seemed to bite. Maybe I just didn’t have it as far as they were concerned. After all, I haven’t really had any great results that say “Wow that kids gonna be a world champ someday”. One of my main points of pride is on working hard and doing things the right way, but maybe this just wasn’t going to be and I wouldn’t be able to make it in triathlon. I realized that my most valuable asset was not my triathlon skills or social media abilities, but my college degree. I value risking it all for doing something you love, but my bank account was approaching the point of no return if I didn’t get it together and make a big change. Sitting around and waiting for someone to bankroll me to get to the races wasn’t working, and working part time paid me enough to train, but not enough to actually go somewhere and race!

The view from directly outside our apartment. 5 minute ride straight to the mountains... 
Emily and I decided that long distance wasn’t really our cup of tea. There wasn’t really a point of me staying at my job that I was barely surviving at, when I could get another job that paid the same in Salt Lake City as a worst case scenario. We found a sweet little apartment in the Millcreek area, and have settled in nicely. I began applying for jobs and exercising full time (spoiler alert: my last race of the season ended up getting cancelled). It was nice finally getting to exercise as much as humanly possible, and knowing that there would eventually be a light at the tunnel.

Big Cottonwood, again 
Before we had moved, I began applying for jobs in Salt Lake City, and found that there were significantly more companies willing to look at my resume than in Fort Collins. Despite several distinctions that I would consider significant on my diploma, I felt like I was never truly given a chance to legitimately use my degree in Fort Collins. Most of the jobs required you to start with a base of an amusing 30k, then “work your way up the system”. I didn’t get a college degree in Supply Chain Management to work in sales. And I honestly hate sales anyways… So despite a few interviews for that role out in Salt Lake, I kept looking. In Salt Lake my resume was valued a lot more, and I found myself being responded to by a lot more employers. My bank account was teetering on the brink of extinction, when I finally got an offer from a real Supply Chain Company out of West Valley City, and they gave me one day to respond... This didn't seem fair to me, but I was getting desperate for something in real supply chain! It seemed like an OKAY enough fit, the commute wasn't great, but they had a few coffee machines on site, flexible hours, and unlimited PTO with a decent 401k match. I’d probably take it if I didn’t find a better offer!

You should see what it looks like inside 
The next day I got a better offer from my current employer, O.C. Tanner. The company has been around for longer than you and me combined, and the people here are passionate about what they do. The company produces employee rewards, and among other things, we made the medals for the 2002 Salt Lake Olympics. We have an insane 401k match, regular profit sharing (which means we actually turn a profit), and a great company culture. There is a casual dress code, gym on site, my manager is awesome, and most of all, they seemed really happy to have me here. The commute is literally 5 minutes from my house. A lot of you might be saying “well I thought you weren’t about money”. Well, I am a little bit about money…. In 25 years I don’t want my kids to say “dad, why can’t I go to college X” – and I want my response to be “because your essay sucked”, not “we couldn’t afford it”.

Unlimited coffee too!
I enjoy life here in Salt Lake City. The pool opens at 5am, leaving plenty of time to get a 10k set in before getting to work at 8am, we have an on site gym, an amazing trail system less than 10 minutes from our apartment, and without a doubt the safest cycling I have ever experienced! The roads are beautiful, the cost of living is cheap, the weather is relatively predictable, and my roommate doesn’t hate me. If you had told me about a year ago that this is where I’d be I’d tell you you’re nuts, but isn’t that how it always works? I’ve got my haircut and real job now, but life is a lot better than it was before, and I’m glad I did.

With all of this said, I'd like to thank the people who have helped me out along the way on this journey. My parents, siblings, Emily, my imaginary friends that I talk to when I'm bored, my bff Conrad, and coach Elliot Bassett (i'll talk more about him in a future blog, but he's a lot better than your coach according to me).


Thanks,
Ernie

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Ernie Mantell
Purchasing Analyst - Indirect Spend and MRO




1930 South State Street, Salt Lake City, Utah 84115
office 801.4XXXXXXX (you're crazy if you think you're getting that number)

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Escape Surf City - Get rekt



Last Sunday I raced Escape Surf City in Huntington beach. It was my first experience racing in the pro field, and it was a great experience. Although I didn’t have the race I was hoping to have (As you can probably tell from the results - emphasis on the swim) I did manage to learn a lot about myself and how pro racing works in the process, which is probably more important than crushing it at age 22 (almost 23 OMG).



But first, I owe you guys a life update, since you probably care about that ;). Since my last blog in October, quite a bit has happened. In December I went up to Minnesota for a week for Christmas, and then headed down to Tucson for a few weeks of training with my coach Elliot and friend Conrad. We hopped in to some workouts with the MCTC winter training camp, which featured some athletes from CSU, ASU, and of course, U of A. There was a speech from Hoff (idol), and some good meals.



On the way home, I began writing a blog so I could fold my tray down on the plane in my battle for legroom with a dude who was at least 6-7 and decided it was OK for his knees to spill in to my personal space. Training camp went smoothly, and my run build was going pretty well. I was starting to get pretty fit, and I was feeling really strong in all three sports in February.

In March, I suffered an injury scare. I immediately called my doctor, and saw her within 48 hours. She believed it was a stress fracture in my 5th metatarsal (outside of foot) based on how it felt and, but wanted a bone scan to be 100% sure. I took my anger out on the Source Endurance cycling camp, riding 420 miles in 4 days with some really good bike riders, and it was super fun. Within a few days, my foot didn’t hurt at all. When I had the bone scan done, it showed absolutely no damage. I celebrated by having to completely build my run back three weeks before the race J. Being injured sucks. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t consider just quitting triathlon and getting a job or trying to get good at bike racing. Nobody wants to talk about this stuff and how hard it is when you are just struggling to get to a start line, and it’s very hard to find the motivation to train. Fortunately, I didn’t quit, and I committed to doing my best at Surf City, even though I would be in over my head with the competition (both literally and figuratively).

Super proud of myself here
Before I write about the race, though, I think it’s important (and relatively funny) how much of a shit show I was heading in to it, and all the dumb mistakes I made along the way so that hopefully you don’t do these too. I did my best to cover it on my instagram story, but there were certainly a lot of things I left off for my ego’s sake. I also want to say thank you to the UCLA Tri Team (specifically Hannah Grubbs – good luck at Nationals next weekend!), Matt Stewart (UCLA tri alumni), and Cory Schillz (Wattslayer69 operator, full time sender, part time student, legend, and SDSU stud also good luck at nationals next weekend), and Cory’s parents Patrick and Glenda for helping me navigate LA/Huntington. They fed, clothed, and sherpa’d for me all weekend long, and I didn’t spend a single dollar eating out at a restaurants with the exception of using a whole foods gift card for lunch one day.





I originally planned on being picked up from the airport by Cory on Thursday, but he wasn’t able to get out of class, so I ended up Staying at Matt’s apartment near UCLA on Thursday. I rode my full race setup (not advised) to the UCLA pool, arrived only 30 minutes late to practice. After the swim, I realized I only had a cycling jersey, so I got a UCLA TRI “breakfast burrito club” shirt, and then was guest swiped in to the dining hall. It was fantastic. That evening I realized I wasn’t going to be getting picked up the next day, so I began to look up how expensive renting a car was so I could get down to Huntington – about an hour drive. Luckily, AAA members receive 15% off on hertz rentals, and also can dodge the under 25 rental fee, which saved me a total of $27 a day. In the end, I spent $111 + about 30 on gas in order to get too and from Huntington beach. If had picked up a rental from the airport, the daily fee would have been about $50 higher, making me feel like a sly genius.



LA traffic is terrible, and I was scared out of my mind that I would get crashed in to. I didn’t, and safely arrived at the beach around 10:30. The waves were about 2-5 feet tall, and I went for a quick dip in the ocean, trying to figure out how to get through the waves. I quickly realized that the start of the swim, usually the most important part in a triathlon in terms of positioning, was going to be very difficult. I don’t have Cam Dye’s take out speed, I also didn’t grow up surfing or beach lifeguarding, have never done a beach start before, or raced in the actual ocean (just missing bay, in water start, no waves). Come race morning, I was going to be in over my head both literally and figuratively. The field was really fast, and full of strong swimmers, and the ocean swim does not suit my skill set.
First world problems 
Honestly, there was so much stress due to travel, phantom injuries, and other stuff that I won’t talk about here leading in to the race, that getting to the start line was a solid W for me. After being dropped off and setting up my transitions, completing helmet check, etc, I headed down to the beach with my coach Elliot and Erica (3rd in the women’s field) for a warm up jog before heading up to warm up in the ocean. The waves didn’t look terrible. Until they did. At like 6:20 as we lined up in the start corral, I could barely see the white buoys they set up (genius), and the waves were looking pretty damn big compared to the ones I had been practicing in the past few days. They were anywhere between 3-10 feet, depending on the location, with the current blowing towards the right. Being the dumbass that I am, I lined up on the right side in the front row. I knew that everyone was going to run directly left right at the start, so I figured I’d just hop on Cam’s feet and draft the entire race, drop him on the bike, then run a 29 minute 10k. That last sentence was sarcasm.



The gun went off and we ran in. Basically everyone face planted after hitting this small 3 foot gap in the sand. I stayed with the group for about 15 seconds before getting thrown backwards by a large wave. After collecting myself, I could see them about 50 meters ahead. Then another big wave came and sent me backwards again. I looked up, trying to breath, and realized that I had definitely messed up, and was definitely going to have a big gap coming out of the swim. I’m ok with getting dropped by cam dye in the water, but getting dropped this way was very defeating. My surfing skills definitely needed some work, and I was like 200 meters back to the front group 400 meters into the race. And all of those guys can already swim faster than I can, so whatever hope I had in coming out of the water in a group was shattered...

This picture made it in to the LA Times! pretty sick
I expected about a 2-3 minute deficit to Cam Dye, but due to my ocean/surf inexperience, I was now looking at about 5. Sick! Later on I learned that lifeguards had to make about 60 saves… I don’t think the swim time is a reflection of my swim, but it happened, and I wasn’t ready to get destroyed by some waves and just didn’t get under them in time. Shit happens. That’s racing sometimes...  Thankfully, I will probably never have to deal with that bad of a deficit again, considering that Cam Dye, Eric Lagerstrom, and Ryan Fischer are three of the bests swimmers in triathlon. And they all can surf better than me.



The run out of transition was long, and Elliot gave me a split and just told me to ride as hard as I could. He was very encouraging, and I really needed that after getting destroyed in the water. Once the shoes were on, it was time to mash. I saw Cory (Wattslayer69) and he screamed at me to mash. I put my head down and event to work, slowly picking off people. It hurt. My power meter kept dropping out so my numbers weren't beautiful, but I could also tell that my legs weren’t fantastic. The name of the game on this course was staying aero and keeping the pedal to the metal. It is super flat, the roads are smooth, and there are 4 turns. The stagger rule was in effect, so I basically did the entire race on the left side of the road to avoid getting a penalty. I tried to keep my speed as high as possible, but faded pretty hard about 30 minutes in. I switched bottles to the one that had a gel in it, and then came back to life about 10 minutes later. I ended up with a pretty good bike split, which makes me happy considering it wasn’t my finest hour (still better than the swim tho…). If I had great day on the bike, I might have gone about 30-60 seconds faster, which would have put me in the exact same place on the standings.



On to the run, I actually felt really good right away. I decided to run without a watch and just go by feel since this was my first time running fast for more than 1 minute in over 3 weeks…. So basically it was a test to see what I could do with minimal volume/intensity. Although my run time isn’t super fast, I would say it was solid considering the circumstances! I stayed conservative, and ran by feel. There as also a quarter mile section with sand that I definitely jogged. With 20/20 hindsight, I could have pushed the run significantly harder. I stayed within my comfort zone until like mile 5, and then realized I still had a good amount in the tank, but was just scared of blowing up! After a few years of bonking HARD during the run and switching to a more conservative strategy, I think it’s time to start pushing it a bit more and taking it to that next level around miles 0-6.2. It’s very hard to place in the money when you run and swim 4 minutes slower than the next guy, so maybe I need to start pushing it a bit more and taking more risks as opposed to playing it safe. It’s funny, because I completely feel comfortable crushing myself on the bike and throwing up in my mouth a little bit, but the run is scary.

Looking way to conscious crossing that line. let's change that
There’s a lot that I left off of this blog, but I had a positive experience in my first pro race and learned a lot about the margin of error while racing with these guys. Its cutthroat, and I really needed that. I’m somewhat happy with my effort, not really happy about my result, but at the end of the day it feels good to race again, and I’m motivated to train hard for the next race - Best on Hess time trial this weekend and then KC Tri the following!!