Six months ago I set out training for my first Olympic distance Tri. The goal was 2:26. Training started over the winter on the trainer, and by February I realized that 2:26 might have been a little optimistic. The goal changed to 2:30. I had just seen a chiropractor, and my knee problems were relieved.By April however, the goal changed to 2:40. I was on pace to make that goal --until May came. May brought on a 2 week sickness, in which I didn’t get any training in. So that being said, here is the actual race report:
I got to the race site in plenty of time, but everything seemed to go wrong. My wife ended up making numerous trips to the truck to retrieve things I had forgotten. I ended up running down to the lake and waded into the water about 30 seconds before the gun went off. My 1500 meter swim started out with me getting kicked in the goggles. I felt strong on the swim though, but couldn’t hold a straight line. I ended up swimming probably 2000 meters instead. I came out of the water dizzy, but not last. Swim time was 33:05. Training times indicated that I would finish in 30 minutes, so I wasn’t too far off considering.
I hopped on the bike, and took off out of the park. 1 mile into the ride, we turned into a headwind. The bike route was an out and back, that was slightly uphill on the way out. I was discouraged by my lack of speed, but looked forward to turning around and flying back the second half. About five miles before the turnaround, the leaders flew by the other way. I figured I was 5 miles from the turnaround, and couldn’t believe I was that close to them. Then reality set in and I realized that duh, they were in turn 5 miles past the turnaround, and I was 10 miles behind. I got to the turnaround, shifted into my big gear, and popped my chain off. After putting it back on I got up to speed. It was then that I felt something hit my head. A bee had gotten into my helmet, and proceeded to sting me. I happen to be very allergic to bees, and panicked, ripping my helmet off my head at 30 miles an hour, and trying to make sure he was gone. I didn’t fall, and managed to get my helmet back on. My chest tightened up though, and breathing became a little more difficult. I decided that if things got any worse, I was going to flag down the first volunteer I saw and pull out of the race. Things didn’t get much worse though, and I continued on - albeit slower than I would like. I finished the bike leg in 1:27.36. My training had hinted to me that I would do the bike in 1:10, so now I was way behind. I hopped off at the transition, and ran my bike into the transition area. Things couldn’t get worse could they? I shouldn’t have thought that. I put my bike up on the rack, lost my balance a little - put my hand on the rack to steady myself, and knocked the rack of bikes over. The flags that were indicating the transition area were tied to all the racks, so like dominoes, 4 racks of bicycles hit the ground. My wife, being opportunistic, managed to get plenty of pictures of that. Volunteers came running, and cleaned up my mess as I headed out to the run.
I was now starting the run at about 2:06, after two slow transistions. I was about 16 minutes behind schedule to make the 2:40. 34 minutes wasn’t going to happen on the run, as my fastest ever 10K is about 48 minutes. I was surprised at how easy the run was coming for me. The first mile went by in a little over 8 minutes, and the 2nd and 3rd were just under eight. I hit the turnaround in about 24 minutes, and started calculating the time I could finish in. 2:54 was a possibility, and I was feeling strong. Then the knee pain returned. Mile 4 was logged in around 10 minutes, and despite my determination, mile 5 was slower. I told myself that I wasn’t going to walk regardless, but at the 5.5 mile area, I gave in. I walked for a couple of minutes, and then took up running again, and hobbled across the finish line. My run time was 1:00.45. My last 3.1 miles took 36 minutes.
My final time was 3:07.01. I had trouble hiding my dissapointment as I went through the post race festivities, but then I remembered the reason this race was held. It was a fundraiser for Melonoma cancer, and a tribute to a local lady that had died from it. Suddenly my swollen head, and wretched knee/hip/upper leg paled in comparison. I still have the ability to swim, run and bike. I finished the race, and had my wife and best friend waiting for me at the finish. There will be plenty more opportunities to accomplish my goals.
PS. To anyone who raced this race, sorry about your bike.