Here’s my short race rpt. No idea of splits since my brain completely shut down and I kept forgetting to hit my watch. Overall time was around 4:56:25, just under my goal of 5 hrs.
For those unknowing, the water temperature race day was 54 degrees which is mighty chilly. Although I wear a wetsuit, it still translates into not being able to feel your hands or feet when you get done with the swim.
Here you go:
Turned to breath about 300m into the swim and swallowed half the lake…gagged…followed by panic attack of being trampled…floated on back…huge belch..then back to normal. Me do likey new wetsuit, though.
T1 sucked a$$. Again, brain shut down and felt like it was my first tri. I wouldn’t be surprised if my T1 time was like 4+ minutes.
All good on bike except for the minor issue of completely forgetting to attach my speedometer magnet to my disc wheel. So I rode the entire ride not knowing my speed or distance (other than the course markings). Not too big of a deal though since it’s now about the 3rd time I’ve had this issue. Idiot! Nothing eventful other than my 10 seconds of playing draft marshall when I yelled at the duo that were exchanging drafting positions the entire bike ride in front of me. Really quite amazing. They were actually changing turns pulling each other along. Found some consolation in leaving them behind after about the 45 mile mark. Only later to have them pass me at about mile 6 of the run, and yes, still even running together.
T2 a little better but forgot to look where the run exit was before the race. Actually had to yell out, “Where’s the run- start???” Thankfully, I finally saw the sign or I may still be in T2.
THE RUN- one word- OUCHY! First 6 miles no problem. But the second out and back on the lollipop kicked my a$$. That slow climb back out felt like Mt. Everest. I was in survival mode from there on out and as painful as it was, had to scatter some walk breaks. I bent down at the 10 mile mark to pick up a hammer gel and the right hammy locked up. The look on the volunteer’s face was priceless as I think she thought she was going to have to help me stand back upright. Thankfully, it was just a blip and the hammy came back to normal once I stood back up. Didn’t drink nearly enough on the run and paid dearly for it. It was way hotter than I thought it would be. I need to iron this out for the big daddy.
And maybe the best part of all is that I woke up Sunday with a chest cold. Downed a bottle of Tylenol cold medicine throughout the day yesterday and I’m finally starting to feel a little better.
It was great to see everyone out on the run course so often. Kenn & Sean were cruisin’. Danny, you looked solid on the run. You didn’t look like you were even breathing hard. And, Julie, thanks for the vocal cheers and pics!
