This race is organized by Tri-Maine, who does an awesome job planning and organizing races. The Pirate Triathlon at Point Sebago is no different. Not only is this race well run, it supports a great cause – to send sick children from all over the US and Canada and their families to Camp Sunshine.
So, the race! My final time was 1:28:14 – that is a 9 minute 13 second (those 13 seconds count dammit) PR for me! I was THRILLED about that.
Here is the run-down:
I got up early, and after breakfast (whole plain yogurt and berries + coffee with heavy cream) headed over to packet pick-up.
I brought the good back to the car, had an Amrita Bar, and then headed over to transition.
As I was setting that up I talked to the woman next to me and she mentioned that she was from a town not too far away from me, so said I was from Caratunk. She looked at me for a second and goes, “Do you have a blog?”
Hilarious!! We started talking about the challenges of living in the middle of nowhere (in a triathlon club desert) trying to train for races. She was awesome!! I hope that we can connect for a ride sometime.
THEN I saw THIS GIRL!
Which made my freaking day.
I ran into a bunch of other people I knew (including my friend Winnett who came in 5th overall female!) as I wandered around. Before long it was time to get into our wetsuits and test out the water…
HOLY. FREAKING. COLD.
Not Pleasant Pond cold, but cold. Brr.
I found Katie and we got this quick picture before the swim start.
SWIM (550 yds+- ~ 12:18 ~ that’s a 50 second PR!)
Oh the swim. The bane of my triathlon existence. I should say that for the most part, I am pretty confident in the water, I am just not all that fast.
Anyway, I put myself on the outside as I always do, they say go, I go…and immediately get the ever-living shit beat out of me.
I am pretty sure I was in the Women’s MMA instead of the women’s 39 and under.
Holy hell. I got punched, kicked, swam over, squeezed out…I had to stop a few times to get my bearings. Finally I sighted for an open spot and swam all out to it. Which lead me to that first bouy and more MMA action. It was a pain in the ass.
Anyway, once I could sight the place for the swim out, I just went for it. Jen snapped this picture of me running out of the water. I am half dressed and half crazy…
Yup. Did the transition thing. Took longer than I’d like. Normally I like to be under 1 minute for transitions in sprints.
Bike (14 miles ~ 49:03 ~ 17.1 MPH average ~ that’s a 1:50 PR!)
It is a hilly and scenic ride. My goal was to come in under 50 minutes. YAY! I did it!
I hit a max speed of 41 mph which was cool (scary). I felt pretty strong and steady through this ride. I passed a bunch of people at the start and then sort of hung with this group that kept passing each other. As I made the turn into Point Sebago, some girls coach yelled to her “GO GET HER!! NOW! PASS HER!!PASS HER!”
Now, he wasn’t talking to me. But I saw who he meant (there were 2 girls just in front of me with rival team jerseys on that I had been sharing passes with the whole race).
But I made believe he was talking to me – I put my head down and hammered, blowing by both, never to see them again.
Man, that was cool. But it makes me wonder, could I have ridden faster? I mean, where the heck did that get up and go come from?
Boom, into transition.
Same old thing. I was sockless on the bike, stayed sockless for the run. I had sand EVERYWHERE. I am not sure how it all got there.
Run ~ 3 miles ~ 24:43 – (4 minute PR!!!!!)
I am really proud of my run. I randomly got behind this woman who had 2 Bernese Mountain Dogs on the back of her jersey – it turns out, they were her dogs that both died of cancer, and she is raising money for cancer research for dogs.
Anyway, that has nothing to do with anything except that I stayed just behind her left shoulder the entire run. I let a mile go by and I saw it was an 8:11 mile. I figured that was a pretty good pace to stick with, so I stayed with her.
I should mention that I felt like complete and utter shit. My legs were like cement. My stomach was sloshy (which is WEIRD because I didn’t drink water the entire time) and it was getting HOT. I knew it was a short run, so I knew I could hang for it, so I did. I probably drove her insane but she was a hell of a pacer.
I figured what I would do was “open it up” as I got closer to the finish line and sneak on past her.
Yeah, right. She blew my freaking doors off. But I still, I am proud of this run.
Thanks for reading!!