
My goal for the Mid Summer Sprint triathlon was to race the bike section as hard as possible and see how I could handle the run afterwards. Typically I will hold back just a little on the bike so I can run hard but I wanted to try something different and see what happened. We got there late and Bill grabbed my gear and bike while I ran to get my packet. I only had time to ride my bike around the parking lot to check that it was setup properly before racing to the water with my wetsuit in hand. I noticed Bill hadn't set my front brake lever so I pushed it down quickly and hussled to the race start.
They had men and women 30-39 swimming together and I got nervous lining up with a bunch of men to swim. Swimming with ladies is much easier, if someone runs into you they will often stop and some women even apologize! Men... not so much. After swimming with 2000 other people in an Ironman you would think I would be tougher but no, it just freaked me out. I came out of the water about 1 minute down from my goal time and swam 15:30 for the .5 miles.
I wanted to have quick transitions so I tried to focus and get out of T1 as fast as possible. As I was running with my bike I thought, hmmm, this is hard to push through the grass, I'm just not used to this new bike! I started out the ride at a good pace, averaging about 19 mph but I thought there must be a headwind because I couldn't go any faster and my quads and glutes were burning.
I quickly got discouraged when women on road bikes with clipless pedals were passing me and a girl with 16 on her calf went flying by me like I was standing still. I thought, "These people must not be pacing themselves, I'll catch them soon." But I never did, I just kept struggling and pushing but I couldn't go any faster.
I really thought I was in better biking shape than this, I had been riding consistently in training so I couldn't figure out what the problem was. I was getting really discouraged, by the turnaround my legs were getting fatigued and only my anger was pushing me forward. Shortly after that I noticed a noise coming from the front end of my bike. I reached down to mess with the cables in case they were rubbing but that wasn't it. I thought I was getting a flat tire so I eased up a bit to watch myself in case the tire blew. There was no way I was going to crash my new bike!
I finally made it in to T2 without a flat in 38:41 which was more than 4 minutes slower than my goal time. I put on my running shoes and took off. It was hard to stay motivated to compete knowing I was way out of contention for a top spot but I tried my best to hold it together and started passing women in the first mile. I wanted to go under 22 minutes for the run, this course is always slow as it winds through a park, but my muscles were a little too strained to handle anything faster than the pace I was going (7:29 pace).
I headed toward the finish line feeling relieved to be done but the disappointment was already setting in. Just as I was about to step on the timing mat, a woman sprinted past me and beat me to the finish. She was in my division and took the 1st place division spot and caused me to be out of the top 10 overall. The 1st place overall woman was from our division so she was taken out of the division results, Little Ms. Sprint Finish got 1st and I was 2nd by two seconds. It doesn't get any more depressing folks...
I made my way back to the transition area to see if my tire was flat and found that it wasn't, it was just fine. I lifted the bike and pushed the tire and saw that the brakes were rubbing. Bill had put my front tire on slightly askew and had left the brakes open (which he does on his own bike) but I ride with the brakes closed so when I closed them it caused the rubbing. Team B and E had failed to communicate.
I think there should be something in our wedding vows about brakes and bikes and checking equipment and being on time to races. OR NOT! I'll race another day and kick butt later. This race was a special one, I was planning to use it to earn extra points in the NW triathlon rankings since it was a championship race but now there are only a few races left and our wedding is right in the middle of all of them.
WAH. I'm going to go cry for a while now. Here's some salt in my wounds, a photo right before the finish: