Just completed my first triathlon on Saturday (the Olympic distance Mooseman in NH). First, a thanks to all you guys. Was nervous about the swim (never done an open water swim). You guys gave me some great advice - relax. Also read about drafting on the swim and it really helped. Gave me something to focus on, helped pace me, kept me going straight, and actually seemed work. Ended up with a better time than I thought I would and emerged from the water feeling strong.
Had a great bike ride as well - again kept a pretty steady pace and finished a couple of minutes ahead of were I wanted to be. Pulled into the transition area feeling tired, but still pretty good.
And then I started the run… Holy cr*p what happened to my legs? OK - I expected it to be slow going for the first couple of hundred yards. Didn’t do a lot of bricks in training, but when I did I usually started out slow but after a couple of hundred yards began to loosen up and feel a little bit better.
This time, by the end of the first mile, I still felt like cr*p. By the second mile I felt even worse - and now we’re coming to a big hill. “OK”, I tell myself, just make it to the top of this hill and you’ll have a nice downhill where you can recover. Crest hill and start going down. Not really feeling any better, and I’ve got one more hill to climb before I hit the turn around.
By now, all thoughts of trying to maintain my planned race pace have been completely abandoned. My only goal is to not be reduced to walking. I had planned on trying to maintain an 8:30/miles (I know, hardly a blistering pace) but this is my first triathlon, and I only started up running again (after a 15 year layoff) in February. I feel like I’m going at a 11:00 per mile pace. I can never remember having run this slowly in my life. And I still feel like I am dying. I basically spend the entire rest of the race just trying not to stop. With less than a half a mile to go, I’m still picking out a spot 100 yards ahead and trying to make it without walking. I cross the finish line and feel like I’m about to puke. A volunteer wants me to take the timing chip off my ankle. I ask him to take it off for me because I’m lightheaded and afraid if I bend down and then stand back up I’ll pass out.
The funny thing is, as slow as I thought I was going, apparently I was running about an 8:45 pace.
So now, my questions: first, what happened? I was expecting to feel a little stiff and weird when I first started running, but I thought that after a couple of hundred yards I’d loosen up. What can I do differently next race to insure that my entire run isn’t a giant suffer-fest?
Second, how is it that my perceived pace was so much slower than my actual pace? I really felt like I was taking much shorter strides than normal. My heart and lungs felt like I was going all out, but my stride seemed ridiculously slow.
BTW - nothwithstanding my problematic run, I had a great time and was actually able to exceed my admittedly modest goals. I definitely feel like I did the best I could given my inherent abilities and my current level of fitness.
Oh, and despite a steady rain and a partially flooded transition area, the race itself was terrific and extremely well run.