At the highest levels of amateur competition, there seems to be “clumps” of talent at various ages. Maybe the current crop of 35-39s has one of those “clumps.” I’ll turn 45 this year, but my experience tells me that it won’t get any easier when I do because there is one hell of a “clump” of talent around my age.
My first National Championship was at Leon’s in 1991 which was totally dominated by my 30-34 age group. I was eighth overall, but that was only good for fourth in the 30-34 age group. The next year in Cleveland the domination of the 30-34s was even more pronounced.
I was never beaten by anyone in an older age group at Nationals, but I never won my age group. I stupidly thought that when I aged up, I might win a national championship. What I overlooked is that the same guys who kept kicking my ass would be aging up as well.
When I finally did age up to 35-39 for Nationals in Columbia, MD, I think I got fifth, but I think would have won the 30-34. I couldn’t wait to age up, then it turned out that it I would have placed higher if I could have stayed young. (There is no such “clump” a couple of years behind me.) It’s not so much the age of the competitors as it is the age of those “clumps” of talent. If I remember correctly, four of the top five of us that year were also in the top five at my first Nationals–we just got older.
Try some of these “old” guys on for size–Jeff Cuddeback, John Brockenbrough, Tony Schiller, Mike Hagen, Mike Smith (the one from Indy), Bryan Boggs, Pete Kain, George Altieri, Tom Mather, Larry Rhoads. Some of these guys aren’t racing anymore, but no matter how old I get, I’ll always get to share my age group with this group of ass-kickers–and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
When I started doing triathlons in the early 90s, it was unheard of for the overall winner to be over forty, now it’s commonplace.