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“You cannot achieve the impossible without attempting the absurd.”
Hope to see you there. : )
My body is tired.
The race run down. It was a gorgeous day. The water course was clearly marked, well patrolled and the water was so much warmer than Rigby Lake. They said it was slightly short but I was so slow I’m going to pretend it wasn’t so I don’t feel worse about my time. The bike course was changed at the last minute due to road construction. It was relatively flat in terms of hills but slightly rougher than my snobby butt is used to riding, though probably not the worst and was the full 13 miles. The run course followed the bike course and that little tiny incline felt like mountain for me yesterday. There were lots of volunteers and support along the route and I laughed every time I saw the roaming porta-potty.
I was tired before I hit the water (3 hours of sleep in a strange bed, I realized I was locked out of my bathroom at 12:30am putting me on the receiving end of a very put-out and pissy hotel clerk and I didn’t really eat anything for breakfast) and I panicked. I was one of the last people out which is fine, I expect that from my swim right now. I’m not particularly strong in any of the of legs but the swim is my weakest.
On the bike I willed my body to go faster and it couldn’t. I think this is the first time I really felt like I just had to ride it out. All I could hear in my head was a chorus of friends saying you need to rest sometime. It was a frustrating moment to dig down into the tank and come up nothing. I averaged 17 mph, according to my Garmin.
On the run my goal was to be able to run it out at the end, at this point I had accepted that it wasn’t going to be my best out, so I walked through the aid station and had some oranges slices and a drink. Average pace 10:38, according to my Garmin.
They had some issues with chip timing. They started my chip with the Olympic distance men, which didn’t happen, and I know there were people who came in before other racers but had slower listed times. Mine is pretty close even though my Garmin disagrees with my listed bike time, in my favor. *shrug* The only way to make it matter less is to get faster so there’s no wondering.
Yesterday they awarded me second, it looks like I actually got third by a minute. Stupid orange slices. ; ) Yesterday though, they were worth it. I emailed them about returning my medal, I don’t want to keep something I didn’t earn. But the woman who took first in Athena, kicked it! She beat my time by almost 30 minutes. She would have been first overall for females by almost 6 minutes, that’s crazy fast. That’s so awesome!
From March 19 to Sept 11 of this year I will have completed 13 events. 6 of them sprint triathlons, 1 half marathon, 3-10K’s, 1-5K, and 2 relays (in one my leg will be 5 miles, in the other I’ll have 3 legs that are TBD). October 1st I have my first full marathon, then a few 5 and 10K’s in the winter. In all of last year I mostly walked my way through 3-5K’s between Thanksgiving and December 31. The year before…I think I may have done the Thanksgiving 5K…I think. My body is in shock and even though I’m almost at 40 pounds lost since October, I’ll still have another 35 to go once the magic 40 is hit…it feels like it’s taking forever. Hauling it around is a lot of extra work.
I need to work on nutrition, sleeping, stretching and recovering. Sleeping sounds good. And beer. Can I work beer in there somewhere?
**UPDATE…they said I could keep the medal, that they didn’t expect me to return a medal awarded to me on race day because of the chip timing company’s error. After a long email about why I’m racing to begin with, I’m sure his eyes glazed over at one point, I said I was sending it back. I didn’t earn it, why would I keep it? As I put it in an envelope with a note thanking them for a great race, my 4 year old asked what I was doing. “I’m sending it back because I didn’t earn that place, someone else did so it belongs to them.” “Because you lost?” “That depends on how you look at it, I finished. That’s good!” “Because you lost?” “Yes. Because I lost. And that’s okay because I tried.” Blank stare. He’s 4 so who knows what actually imprinted on his brain during this exchange.
Or something like it.
My mood is shi.TAY. It has been and I don’t predict much change in the pattern anytime soon so I’m probably going to hide for a while. It’s really best for everyone involved. I have a ton of acridly witty things to say but if you don’t really know me, you won’t really get it and there will be some truth behind a lot of it and who really wants to read that?
The quick and the dirty….My quads are pissed, my hip is noisy, the inside of both arms are chafed (it dawned on me around mile 5 why I don’t usually wear the tank I chose this morning when the stinging kicked in) and I have some wonky ankle pain that’s confusing me. I did do
some quite a bit of walking on the never-ending hill, I got in line at the porta potty at mile 5+ only to change my mind a couple of minutes later (it was taking way too long), I was misdirected right at the frackin’ end while almost having a car directed into me by the same volunteer (they’re supposed to try to keep me safe right?) and in the last 0.8 I almost ran over a small child whose parents thought my running past was a great time to send her across. I am pretty slow-moving, and looking, but her matchbox car would have been no match for my Sherman tank.
I was grateful for orange slices, the thought of (and receiving) a quick leg rub down after the race, that I showed up, the green of the fields accented by cloudy sun-kissed blue skies, flybys by yellow crop-dusters (even if it means that I inhaled poison), breezes, scattered rain drops and the downhill; my last two miles were 9:43 and 9:04 with the last .08 at 7:34, the rest of my paces averaged in the 11 min area. My total time was 2:25:48 according to my Garmin. When I signed up I wanted to finish in 2:30, when I strained my quads I thought 3 would be cool but finishing was acceptable.
I’m trying to decide if I want to go spin my legs out with a ride through the potato fields.
**edit…I was waiting to see where I ranked overall before I posted this but it’s taking longer than I thought it would to show up. Eh, what are you going to do? I didn’t get out and spin through the fields, I’m going to try to get out tomorrow.
32/48 Age Division
120/185 All Females
225/303 Overall…slow but I’ll get faster
I’m slow. I panic. Did I mention that I’m slow?
After I attempted to swim and down and back along the buoys at Jensen’s Lake, I did practice drills while Jay did a second down and back. There was a little brownchickenbrowncow going on on the beach which was a little awkward. The awkwardness isn’t referring to their performance, just in case you were thinking I’m that pervy, but my proximity to it. I was finally able to slow the hamster wheel down enough to get some stroke patterns in. I’m still rushing my strokes then taking too long of a breath but right now it gets me through. I am a long way from feeling comfortable in the water. Open water is such a different game. At least I could still feel my toes when I got out. : )
After my run I thought it would be nice to go for a ride. Haha! The wind is moving SSW at 23mph and gusting at 36 mph. What did I decide to try and conquer? The hill out of Blacktail. It’s infamous and I’m going to have to ride it after a 1/2 mile swim next month.
I made it up the hill. I stopped 2 or 3 times to catch my breath when the gusts would come. I made it up and then about 2 miles later decided the wind could suck it. I was done. I was being blown sideways and was starting to get a headache.
I haven’t been in the pool since The Pocatello Tri. I haven’t swam in open water. I’m going to miss the open water clinic. I have to squeeze my XL body into a not so XL and very unforgiving wetsuit. I’m blind without my glasses…how will I see to gauge where I’m at? Wetsuit. Breathe. Breathe. Wehhhhtsuit. OMG! TRISUIT! Clearly I was not rational when I decided to put all of this *waving hands in front of self* on fairly intimate display. Breathe. 11 days from now it will be over. I will be dead or eating a cheeseburger. Maybe I’ll just go straight for the cheeseburger. Breathe.