And now for, the rest of the story
For the last month, our training has been awful. Not necessarily 100% our fault, but its been bad. We saw this local tri and were pretty sure we wanted to go for it. If nothing else, we just needed to add a hard workout and get some transition practice in. Then 2 weeks before the event, I sprained my wrist. So, we didnt sign up until I knew Id be ok to swim and ride. Wednesday, we made the call and signed up. From Wed to Friday, the course map changed twice and no mention of that was noted on the website. Grrrr
Im a little anal about getting lost these days, but what can you do when they keep changing the course????
OK, so we arrive that morning and it seems like a great day to race. A bit windy and chilly but that beats the heck out of too hot for me.
Heres the transition and Scott setting up.
We scoped out the immediate area pre-race and the hills up from the beach did not look fun. Heres the first one. A sand path through the dune grass.
Then we had grass and then up another sandy hill. Ugh.
Oh well, well deal with it. The 2nd hill had a lot of sticks though and that concerned us a bit.
Then, we headed to the beach to start. It really was quite a nice park.
We finished setting up. I redid my helmet and gloves a thousand times, but finally had a setup I was pleased with. Then, it was off to the beach for pre-race meeting.
So, finally, it was time to start. It was chilly down on the beach, but I knew the water was warmer than the air, so itd feel good to get in at least. Had a lot of shallow until we could swim,but I finally dove in. With all the swimming Id been doing I couldnt wait to put it to use. Did about 10 strokes, focusing on not going too fast and running out of breath and then sighted. Could nto make myself go back in. I was already out of breath. Ugh. Breast stroke, side stroke, back to crawl. Did it for a while, but it just wasnt working for me. WTH? OK, almost ot the first bouy and was already last. On the bright side, the long course people would be lapping me so I wouldnt be all alone. Guy in Kayak asks if Im ok. Yeha, Im fine. Just really slow.

Ugh.
About ¼ of the way through and Im getting lapped. Oh joy. Still struggling to do the crawl. Really, Id just about given up. Oh, and I got a cramp. I never get that. Didnt do anything different. WTH? Plus, Id had to pee since before the pre-race meeting and couldnt. Grrr
I cant go while moving. Not like I was going that fast, but still wasnt happening. Ugh. Just hoping I could make the whole race, as I did not need to add a potty stop to my slow time. How the heck will I do twice this distance in 2 months??????
Oh and then my goggle started to leak. Finally, made the last turn and had about ¼ to go. Now, theres only about 12 long racers behind me. Swell. Here I thought I was doing so much better. Made up my mind to do the crawl again. Just couldnt get the core to go. So, I was one-sided and started going off course. Ugh. I finally finished and had about 6 long course people behind me. Hadnt seen a short course person in who knows how long.
As I take off my goggles, it gets better. The leak seems tto have washed out a contact. Checked inside my goggles, nothing. Feeling my eye, nothing. OK, not only do I suck, Im going to spend the rest of the race blind in one eye. This should be fun on the bike. The road was not in great shape, so no a good sign.
Run up the first hill. Still checking my eye dreaming of my contact coming back. Why did I not pack a mirror for transition?????? Ran about half way up the next one and said forget it. I walked up the rest and jogged into transition.
By this point, I really dont care how fast T1 is. It really doesnt matter. Girl next to me is in the long course and says shes wishing she was done. I said it could be worse, you could have been this slow and only finished the short course. Oh, darn. Forgot to lap my watch. Thats ok. Not like I wanted to know how slow I was anyway.
Yeah, I was having a pitty party for myself. The inside band of my chip bad had come loose. Yeah, wish I hadnt chosen not to pin it. Its full of sand, so I dump that in the bucket. Wash off my feet and such, put on my helmet. Mirror fall off. Guess it will stay behind. Go to put my gloves on and one is gone. Not under the bike. Not anyway., Spent quite some time searching and decided to give up. Got the bike down and it was on the ground. Must have been on a pedal or something. Ugh. Can I just say uncle and be done? No. Im a WISHer. We dont do that.
So, hop on my bike, riding with 1 eye. Lovely. The girl next to me in transition (who, BTW, had a little Mermaid towel, very cool) was giving me some kind of encouragement. Yeah, Im in the BMZ and having a pity party. I wasnt rude, but should have just said thanks and shut my mouth instead of whining.
Get on the bike and grab my Gu. Swell, my race belt is upside down. At least I didnt dump everything out, I guess. Finish my Gu, cant get my pocket open for the empty pack. Could not find a place to put it so shoved it down my skirt. Nice, now my hands are stickey too. A few blocks further, I notice my belt is crooked, grab it to straighten and rip the number. Geez! Stop and grab a pin and pi it. From now on, it will be pinned in the center to avoid stopping my bike or running backwards through crowds. OK, back on bike. Oh, am I supposed to be racing? Hmm, I think there may still be a long course person or 2 behind me. Yay.
OK, time to get in the zone and go. My first 2 miles are absolutely pitiful. But wait
..I can now see out of both eyes. Woo hoo! Still, this kind o f stinks. Of course, the first half is against the wind. So, Ill accept what I get and then really go hard when I have the wind at my back. Still, I was totally out of it. Couldnt remember where I was, at what mile marker we split. OMG, Im so far behind, will I get sent on the long course and not realize? Will this day ever end? Will Scott panic when he doesnt see me on the out and back? Why do I do these things? I wish I had tunes. Being out here by yourself stinks.
OK, made it through the split to the out and back. 1 mmiore mile and the wind is at my back and I should get some downhills. So far, we only had one decent downhill and lots of up. Of course the road near the bottom of the downhill was in really bad shape, so I took it extra slow. Ugh.
On the out and back, at least I saw people. Others were so friendly and encouraging. That was really nice. Did much better the second half. Sadly, there were 2 spots where the road was torn up. They had carpet about 18 wide to cross. Not bad, but still had to really cut back the speed.
Finally, about a mile from the end I see Scott on the run. Oh, his WISH shirt was such a beacon of happiness for me. There was a great volunteer too who was cheering for the bikers (oh, thats just me) and the runners. I really did well the last mile. Didnt make up for the first 5, though.
So, Time to run. Leaving T2, they said waster was to the right, run to the left. No problem. I pack my own water. So, go for the run and take out my Gu. Oh, the race belt is till upside down. Oh well. Finish my Gu and realize that I decided not to carry my water because its only a 5K. I know have 1.5 miles to go before I can wash it down. Lovely. I still started out really well, though. Woo hoo! Maybe I can at least end on a positive note. However, I had no focus at all. Really wished I had tunes. The streets were empty and my body just slowed down with no focus and no inspiration. Then, I see this guy mowing his lawn with a push mower. He sees me. Puts the mower on the sidewalk (I was on the road) and stops it. Then, he starts cheering. I almost cried. How incredibly nice was that. Sadly, the high from that didnt last long.
I kept chugging along, but its just so hard on empty roads. Oh, and I got a cramp again. This time I think its from not having any water. Just Cytomax on the bike and Heed at the water stop. Must put water on my bike in the future too. OK, my time is pitiful. I just want to be done. It ended on a good half mile straight away. Thats hard for me, as I want to sprint when I see the finish, but thats too far to go that fast. Oh, and it was as light uphill. Scott met me with about ¼ mile to go. I really wish he wouldnt run with me. Dont know why, but it feels wrong. Oh well, at least Im close and I know he wants to help. (He actually asked later if it was ok to run with me. Being the whimp I am, I said yes. Why hurt his feelings) Anyway, so I finish. Yay for being done.
While I was not happy, it was mostly with myself for not pushing because I felt sorry for myself. On the bright side, I learned a lot and thats good. The biggest lesson was that I cannot blow off any more training. I really needed that lesson. And, heres the irony:
1. When we checked results, I had my best swim ever. The field was just that much faster than I had seen before. Had I checked my watch, I would have known. While running, I came up with a new definition for Triathlon. Three chances to screw up a race. Had I just let it go after the swim and done the same after the bike, I could have PRd the bike and done better on the run. Another lesson learned.
2. While you may be last on the course, you never know what the true story is. As it was, there was only 1 other Athena and no one else in my age group. So, I got 2 medals. (I know, I should have only gotten 1, but the last person in the long course got 2 for the same thing too). So, while I knew I was dead last, I would have felt a lot better getting those medals if I knew I had given it my all. You just cant give up on yourself.
3. Did anyone notice that my mirror fell off my helmet in T1? Did anyone put together that I wanted a mirror to check for my contact? I didnt even think of that until last night when I unpacked my mirror. OMG. My mind was just not there. So, as much as you need the physical training, you really have to turn on the mental focus. That really proves how I just really gave up after the swim
So, many lessons learned and I got a good work out in. The race really was nice and there was even a cook out after. Very nice day. I do like how tris are more of an event than just coming and showing up for the race. And now, I know what my focus has to be.
PS - Because I felt bad about not being nice to the girl next to me at T1, we amde sure we cheered for her at teh beginning adn end of the run. She was really nice adn told me tha ther first race started with a 300 swim. That felt so long hta tshe wanted ot kiss the ground when she finished. SO, there's hope for me yet.