QOTD: Tell us about your worst race day experience (Finish times do not have to be the determining factor here). What factors leading up to the race made it for such a unpleasant run? Most importantly, what did you learn from that day?
My worst race day experience was during a triathlon about 18 years ago. As odd as it sounds, it was also one of my best race day experiences. It was a fairly small Olympic distance triathlon, and I was in pretty good shape and training had been going well, so I thought I had a shot at an age-group award (as well as a PR). So, I got up real early, traveled a couple hours to get to the small town, and got everything setup.
The swim went well, and out of transition on my bike, I was feeling good. Then, I had a flat tire, so I stopped, replaced the tube in record time, inflated quickly with CO2, and was on my way. Still doing well... not too many folks passed me during my flat. I still had a shot at a good time and possible award.
Then, I had a second flat (same tire, so I assumed I pinched the tube or something with my speedy prior repair). So, I took a little more time to make sure I didn't pinch the tube this time. At this point, I was frustrated because I knew my goals of PR and possible age group award were very likely out the window, but I was back on my bike and moving, so I kept going with a hope that I could make up some time.
Then, about 3-4 miles from the bike finish, I had a third flat (same tire). Now, I only carry two tubes and two CO2 cartridges, so there was no repairing this one (unless I bugged another triathlete, which they are awesome about, but I didn't want to hurt their time). In any case, I stopped, because that's what you do when you have a flat. I then thought my predicament through and considered waiting for a SAG van. However, sitting around waiting in the sun didn't sound like fun, and I really didn't like not making any progress. Since it was a rear flat, I got back on my bike and put as much weight as possible on the front handlebars and peddled as fast as I could without losing the rear end of the bike. People were passing me left and right at this point, and many were offering help, but I would politely decline and thank them. Interestingly enough, this third flat was just what I needed because I finally switched out of race mode and into "this is actually pretty funny" mode.
My arms were quite tired from putting all my weight forward, but I finally made it back to transition, and started the run although this is one of the few races in my life that I considered DNF'ing at this point. Mind you, I didn't go all out on the run, but I was still trying to put in a decent run time, so I was passing many folks that had passed me on my crippled bike, plus it was an out and back, so there were also runners coming the other way. To my amazement, almost every runner that passed me going the other way as well as the runners that I passed would say/yell words of encouragement to me. It seemed that everyone of them had not only noticed my travails on the bike, but also actually remembered what I looked like, and they were all supporting me the entire way on the run. I was a rock star, and the run felt so easy with all this support. It was a blast!
So, what did I learn?
- always finish the race because otherwise you might miss the most amazing part
- the triathlete/runner community is awesome
- having a bad race doesn't necessarily mean you have a bad day
- finding the humor in your situation is very therapeutic