Better late than never with that ole race report, eh? Work has been crazy busy this week so I am a little behind – but I have another 70.3 in the books!
Rev3 Maine is a fun, well run race – the entire course from start to finish was GORGEOUS!
Let me be honest (and why wouldn’t I be) – while I love the Maine coast, OOB is a place I avoid like the plague because of the Jersey Shore (the TV show) feel of the town’s Main Street and beach. I mean a little bit north or south of there, and you get the same view with a lot less of the madness.
Anyway, I just wasn’t psyched about fighting my way to packet pick-up, especially at 5-6pm in OOB.
But of course, I did it, and the timing was totally worth it because as was leaving packet pick-up on Friday I ran into two of my favorite people, Matt and Heather. Matt decided to switch to the half from the olympic distance (he had a no training plan training plan this year).
He told me his nutrition plan was Oreos and a gel.
Hilarious. And he freaking KILLED it.
Anyway, the next day I had to go back to downtown OOB so I could rack my bike. I had also planned on meeting a bunch of friends to go for a swim in the scary ocean.
When I got there, I mentioned that my breaks were still not right (but who needs brakes anyway), and my friend Jon checked them out and basically said, “That’s bad. I know this is a fairly flat course, but you need SOME brakes. Let’s get them fixed.”
I told him I did an Ironman on those crappy brakes so no worries.
He laughed at me and then took my bike and walked off…and so I followed him to the bike guys (thank you Freemans! Best bike shop EVER!)
While they were messing with that, we went for a swim. The 5 of us attracted a lot of attention wearing our wetsuits walking through the bikini and speedo clad crowd frying on the beach.
We dove past the breakers and swam out to the first buoy. On the way out, my goggles felt kind of funny.
I got out to the buoy and felt my face and realized my goggles were on upside down.
Oops. We all had a good laugh about that.
We hung out at the buoy for a while, looking out to the horizon, and talking about the upcoming race before stroking our way back in to the beach. It was gorgeous – I wish I had a camera for that moment.
Once changed, I got my bike back and was surprised to see what it felt like to have working brakes.
The Swim: 1.2 miles (it felt like it was about 1.5 miles. That’s my story and I am sticking to it.) 47:36
I was in the last freaking wave.
I hate being in the last wave, you just feel so far behind the entire race (even though you are not). SO I waited impatiently on the beach for my turn to jump in.
I must say, it is pretty fun to swim in the ocean, even if I had the theme of Jaws playing in my head the whole time. It was cold and salty, but the water was really calm.
I was a little less calm.
Internal dialog of the swim:
I wonder how many people are peeing? Feels so good to pee…Ahhhh…Man this is salty water….Am I drinking my pee??? Oh good at first buoy…. I am kind of all alone, I must be swimming slow….Huh….What is that dark thing below me? OMG! It is a SHARK!!! SHARKKKKK! I am dressed like a seal. SHARKS LOVE SEALS!!!! I am going to die. DIE! I AM GOING TO DIE!!! Maybe he will only take a leg…..Oh. It is seaweed…. Phew….Maybe I should swim closer to the group just in case. WHERE IS THE GROUP! I am all alone out here with a guy on a paddleboard….YAY turn buoy. Am I the only one left out here? Holy crap where is that other turn buoy, Eastport?
I didn’t swim as well as I did at IMLP, but also my last long swim was at IMLP, so I think that I did OK. I drank a little water. I was very happy to get to that turn buoy and make my way back to shore.
The run from the water to transition is approximately 17 miles through sand, dirt, and pavement. I am only kidding a little.
SO I got on the bike and saw Alisa right away. We passed each other for a bit and then I settled in, eating an Amrita Bar as I went. The course is rolling and gorgeous, and I felt pretty good, except my stomach was kind of weird. It was at that place where you either want to puke or burp but wasn’t sure which was going to happen.
I was hoping to puke, but it just didn’t happen. So I had that feeling the rest of the race.
Other than that, it was awesome.
Until I hit a bump and heard psssst. That was around mile 20 I think. It was my front tire.
Crap. OK. No big deal. My friend Steve got 5 of these at IMLP and still finished.
I get off my bike, pull out my flat kit and get to work. This girl pulls up behind me.
“Hey! You OK?”
“Yup, thanks.” I answer.
“HEY look, I have a flat too!”
“Uh-huh.” I am working on my flat and not feeling chatty.
“I lost my CO2.”
“Oh, here is my kit, I have an extra, take it.”
She does, and then proceeds to stab her back tire with her blue tire levers.
I have my bike together, and I turn and see she has absolutely no clue what she is doing, so I say, “So you don’t know what you are doing? Can you change a flat?”
“Um. Not really.”
Oh for Christs sake. Really???
“Give me the levers.” I get her wheel off, her bad tube out, and get her to give me her good tube, and change her flat for her.
Except I didn’t fill the tire, I figured she could handle that.
Wrong. So wrong.
She takes the CO2 and puts it on her inflater and immediately empties the entire thing. Into the air.
At this point, I am done with this chick.
“I have done all I can with you. Good luck. Holler for another CO2.” And ride off.
*PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT* If you ride a bike for any distance – learn how to change a freaking tire, don’t assume someone will always bail you out. I learned from YouTube and practiced until I could do it. *END PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT*
Anyway, I started riding again, got back into my groove. Around mile 46 I was pretty happy about only having 10 miles left.
Then it happened again, I hit a bump, front tire FLAT.
Crap. Good thing I carry 3 CO2’s and 2 tubes with me at all times.
I didn’t know what was going on with that tire. Maybe I pinch flatted this time I thought? Whatever, just fix it and move on.
So I did. Figuring my bike time was pretty far off from any goals I had at this point, I just rode hard to the bike finish, wincing at every little bump, hoping the tire wouldn’t pop again. Thankfully, it didn’t.
I felt like the last person back into transition, but I did my thing and got out of there fast.
So remember that feeling in my stomach I had at the beginning of the bike? It never went away, I never really felt right the entire ride. I immediately had cramps in my feet and legs and stomach when I started running. I took Salt Stick on the bike so I assumed it wasn’t a salt problem, but it could have been.
I ate a pepto hoping that would help.
As I made my way up the hill away from OOB, I came upon a lady who had 81 on her calf.
She was doing the Olympic and as I ran by I told her she was amazing and that I wanted to be like her when I grew up. She smiled and just kept running along.
I saw Ange pretty quickly after that, bringing it home for a 1st in AG win (I think she was 2nd overall female). I hollered “GO ANGE!” she hollered back and I yelled “I GOT 2 FLATS!” because that was kind of a big deal to me at that point.
I just kept running, I wasn’t running fast, but I was running and with the exception of my stomach, felt pretty strong. I started taking coke at the aid stations to try to settle my stomach.
It was fun because it is an out and back and so you get to see tons of people – seeing Matty O running strong and hollering to me, someone saying “HEY its Caratunkgirl!”, and seeing my friend JP kicking butt at his first HIM are some of the biggest highlights of the run for me.
Another highlight was getting warm water and warm coke at the aid stations. That was a little depressing.
But I kept chugging along, my stomach rumbling as I went…I didn’t trust a fart really, but man, I wanted to try it.
I didn’t, that is probably a good thing. I made my way back into town and saw my friends Jon and Jen cheering for me, I got the “wow I can run fast because I can see the finish line” legs and made it across in 7:00:11 (I wanted to get across in under 7 but ah well, if you take out the flats ).
As I came across the finish line, I got a medal, a shirt, and a cold wet towel over my shoulders.
The towel was like heaven I have got to say.
My Mom and JP were waiting for me at the finish, we hugged and told war stories and I am hoping I talked JP into an Ironman. We will see…
So it was a good day. I mean, anytime you get to do a catered training day with hundreds of other people, it is awesome.
Thanks for reading!