Final time 1:29:13…Not a great performance, but my approach to this race was just to have fun, especially with the calf issue and a marathon next weekend. Looking back I realize I was nonchalant about it and now I am mad I didn’t do better…Go figure.
The day was a little rainy, but not so bad really.
Interesting set-up to this one. There were 13 waves, seeded according to projected swim times for 525 meters. The twist here is that they don’t go from fastest to slowest. In fact, the first two waves are for the slowest swimmers, and then the next two were for the fastest swimmers, then the rest of the waves went from slowest to fastest.
Yeah, I don’t get it either, but it worked. So, the first wave went at 8:25, the next at 8:45, and then at 9:00, 9:07, 9:15, 9:23 with the last wave, at 10:46 am. So there was 2 hours between the first start and the last start, so a lot of waiting around for some folks.
Especially the poor bastard who had to wait for me to finish the swim. On to the race report.
SWIM- 525 yds – 13:05
Apparently, people actually train for the swim portion of the triathlon. Weird.
Making the drive to do 7 swims since October got me a time of 13:06 (remember, I live in Caratunk, full-time resident population 60, and the closest pool is about 75 minutes away). Nope, not happy with it at all, but given the fact I haven’t been to a pool much this winter, I am not surprised. When the little college girl who was counting my laps put the sign in the water that said “Last lap,” I was so happy I almost crawled out of the pool and kissed her, but I was too tired.
The part that was super cool was that my friend Mary (who was in a later wave of the tri – congrats on a great finish Mary!) – was at one end of the lane cheering for me, so when I would turn I could see her smiling face and hear her yell “Go Caratunk Girl!” (in the picture, she is the one bent over, I am the white swim capped non-flip turner hacking my way through the water. I might even be trying to sneak a break in here, who knows). When I slithered (the best way to describe what I did) out of the pool she had a some guys cheering for the Caratunk Girl too, and I high fived them all on the way out to transition.
T1 – 2:03
Not a super long run outside from the hot humid pool area into the cool misty day. My friend Chad gave me the tip to pick a lane as close to the door as possible, which shortened the run to T1 a bit. Thanks Chad!
This is longer than I normally take for transition, but I did the idiot move of pre-zipping my jacket for a quick slide on pre-race to save fumbling during race. Then I forgot I did it. There I was, jacket now half zipped behind my back, arms in jacket, trying to figure out what the heck was going on. The great news is, mom caught my idiocy on film. This is at the height of my confusion:
Bike – 11 miles 41:00 ~ 16 mph. Eh. I should have been much faster. Honestly the pool really kicked my butt and I think I lost some time in recovery. It took me a while to get cranking, like a sold couple of miles. I was finally getting into my groove at the end then it was time to run.
T2 – 1:42 – Idiot move #2. This was my first tri with new bike shoes (used to have toe clips), realized I can’t run the run with them on. Duh. Went back to T area after 3 steps and put on sneakers. Oops.
Run – 3 miles – 31:25 – This time kills me because before my injury I was knocking off 8:30 miles. The calf hurt, it actually didn’t bother me until I ran about 500 feet or so, and I was so hopeful that I was going to have a pain free run. The blood just hadn’t gotten there yet. It quickly stood at attention and yelled (“Hey butthead. It is me your calf. Stop it. Now.”) I didn’t stop, but it wasn’t the most comfortable run I have ever had. Like a masochist, I went sans Advil, the last time I do that while I am working this injury out.
The run course was awesome, mixed pavement and trail running.
I love funny race moments. During the run two girls with 19 and 20 written on their legs passed me. I was OK with that, and I was trying to ignore my yelling calf. Then out of nowhere, some 68 year old man blew my doors off, following those 2 young girls saying, “I am going to catch those whipper-snappers”. I think he blew their doors off too.
The race was well run and organized as all Tri-Maine events are. I don’t see myself doing a pool tri again. My biggest problem with this tri (and I assume, all pool tris) is you have sit around a long time for your swim wave – so the first wave left at 8:30, and then the last left at 10:45am. I don’t see any way to avoid that though. If any of you get to do the Tri Maine events, definitely do them, always well run and organized.
100 Miles to Nowhere (tomorrow night, race report to follow Tuesday AM)
Sugarloaf Marathon – 26.2 miles of waddling on May 16, race report May 17. Oh. That is in 1 week.
Pirate Triathlon – June 13 – There is a fundraiser attached to this one with some great prizes – I will post more details on Wednesday
Now, anyone know where I can get a new left calf? Really, I need it.