So, you have to get up pretty early in the morning to do a tri. Not only that you spend the night before fretting over making sure you have everything you need. Which make sleeping difficult and then waking up harder.
So. Saturday night I am on about 30 websites reading about Tri checklists, going over the rules, printing out the course maps and watching videos of professional people doing their transitions, going from the swim to the bike and the bike to the run. None of it is making me feel more relaxed.
By about 9pm I have all my gear stowed and I am ready to at least stop thinking about it.
For the Tri overall I have:
- tri suit,
- timing chip,
- number for bike
- number for ride and run
- number on helmet
For the swim I have:
- wetsuit,
- lubricant (for around the ankles helps get the wetsuit off faster),
- anti-chafe (back of the neck and around the shoulders),
- swim cap, and
- goggles
For the ride I have:
- bike,
- bike shoes (attached to bike),
- helmet,
- sunglasses,
- socks,
- water bottle on bike,
- goo (taped to the bike cross bar), and
- bike pouch with tube, CO2 bottle, bike tool
For run I have:
I debated taking the bike pouch, but then decide that firstly it didn't actually weigh very much, and secondly I wanted to finish and not having it in the event I got a puncture would pretty much rule out finishing.
So when I finally get to sleep Saturday night I seem to wake up immediately - it is 5:30am and apparently it is Tri Time. I get up and get everything in the car. Then make Colleen's coffee and have a bowl of Coco Crispies (Coco Pops for the Australian), purrfect tri food. Just before 6am we are out on the road.
On the road
Get to the Tri at just after 6:20am and start figuring out what we need to do. I take my stuff in and find somewhere to set it up. I do this mainly through looking how other people have done it and then copying it. Put the bike in the bike rack, lay a towel down beside the bike and on it put my riding/running number my running shoes and my hat.
Setting up the transition area
Put my helmet on the bike in it my socks and my sunglasses. The goo is already taped to the crossbar and the water bottle is in its holder. I take the wetsuit and the timing chip with me and go to get my number on. I stand in a queue until a guy with a marker pen writes "179" down each of my arms and "40" on the back of my right calf. I feel a bit like a cheat. The USA Triathlon rules are you compete in the age group that you will be that year. Since I will turn 40 this year I am in this age group even though my birthday isn't until December, so I am likely to be one of the youngest people in the age group.
I wanted to get there early enough so I wouldn't be rushed and I did that, probably bit to well. Colleen and I stand around for a bit. Her waiting for me to do something, me waiting for others to do it first so I would know what to do and when to do it.
Playing with my watch while waiting to be shown the way to Tri
Finally some people started putting on their wetsuits and testing the waters ... so sun screened myself. Then I lubed up my ankles and anti-chafed my neck and shoulders and put on the wetsuit and went for a swim. This probably wasn't the first time I should have been doing this. I am pretty for optimal results I should have tried this at least once or twice before the tri, not just right before the tri. But you know what they say
"half-assed is blissfully ignorant". At least thats what I was hoping.
Unfortunately I wasn't blissfully ignorant. I got into the water fully aware that I didn't know what I was doing, how I was going to do it and fearing both the cold and drowning ... in that order, as I was pretty sure I wouldn't drown ... I don't think you can drown from embarrassment. That initial swim wasn't too bad. But I didn't exactly fill myself with confidence either. I tried not to think about anything other than swimming and then actually tried to do it. It half worked I felt cold and probably looked like I was trying to swim. Mercifully the announcer told everyone to get out and get ready. I got out and hoped to eventually to have a semblance of readiness.
Hopefully resembling ready
The first wave went and they looked fast - they got the second wave to line up, my wave. I moved to the back and tried to not think about not being able to swim. I thought it would be important to at least pretend I felt like I knew what I was doing.
The announcer counted down from 10. "10 ... 9 ... 8" I adjusted my cap and took my googles off, trying to appear nonchalant, but really wondering if I could get out of this by loosing my goggles. "5 ... 4 ... 3". I put my goggles on resigned to my fate. The gun went off and I walked into the water like I was walking towards my executioner. Others ran and jumped, while I strolled rather sadly into the lake.
Fate sealed, I walk towards it ... slowly
I start swimming and then start to panic. I feel my heart rate skyrocketing and start gasping. The water is cold and I don't like it. There are people all around me splashing and I don't like that either. I tell myself to get a grip of ... myself and to relax. I start to get a bit more comfortable and start to just swim and gradually found a rhythm. I started to pass some of the people that had run past me at the start and by the first buoy I was starting to at least not be scared. I still stopped and did breaststroke every now and again, or stopping to wash out my goggles that were fogging regularly or just to take a bit of a break.
The swim course was two 750m (just under 1/2 mile) loops with you having to exit the water and run around a marker on the beach. I have no idea why they did it this way, but they did. As I finished the first lap and started the second I was starting to feel the wetsuit weight on my shoulder and I started to play with my swim stoke. Shortening my reach a little seem to make it easier so I kept that up for a while. This guy was swimming right on my toes. Hitting my feet every couple of meters so I put in a big kick to move him, which seemed to work. Coming in towards the shore for the final time I started to really be confident, the fact that I was going to survive was now obvious to me so I swam pretty hard to the beach.
Clever watch showing my swim course
As I got to the beach Colleen was cheering for me ... right up until the point I obviously wasn't going fast enough. "You better run faster babis!!!" came her cry, followed by the peels of laughter from the rest of the crowd. I bowed my head and tried to pickup my pace. It was at this point I realized I wasn't finished. My little moment of euphoria as I finished the swim disappeared quickly as I realized that I had to keep going. I jogged up the beach, and into the transition area. It is amazing how such a simple set of tasks becomes so complicated when you are physically drained. I stumbled out of the wetsuit. Put my number on, then helmet, sunglasses and socks ... then ran my bike out of the transition to start the bike course.
I choose this photo, not just for my flattering position,
but because 170 there is down in the results as a female called "Mising Name"
193 over there beats me by two minutes pretty much all in the run section.
I surprise myself and get my bike shoes on relatively easily while riding, and then I start trying to find a tempo. While playing with clever watch trying to get the normal riding screen up (operation is a little different while in MultiSport mode) I hit the wrong button and the watch thinks I am in T2 (the second transition between bike and run) and refuses to show me any of my normal riding information, cadence, heart rate, speed, etc. I sigh, put my head down and start riding. No fancy electronic update for me for the next hour plus. I feel pretty good on the bike, but have trouble getting all the way down on the areobars. Whatever muscles near my hip I use (or don't use) for swimming I am annoying terribly when on the areobars, which is a pretty serious disadvantage since I am riding into a block headwind.
I feel like I am riding pretty well when this guy just blows past me on a very flash bike. I don't even consider trying to go with him. I pass two people riding with those flash disk wheels, which incidentally cost more than my whole bike which makes me happy. There are a lot of people here with very flash bikes and I feel a great deal of satisfaction in passing them, right up until the guy on the old squeaky old bike passes me. The first half of the ride is flat and into the wind. just after half way the loop starts coming back and hits a steep little uphill. I to my personal satisfaction pass about 7 people going up the hill that is a little over a mile (1.6km) and then another couple at the top and a half-dozen or so on the way down. I start to pick up the pace on the downhill section on the way back in. The wind isn't right behind but definitely helping. I keep passing people on the way back and back into the transition area.
Coming into the second transition
I jump off the bike and wheel it to my stand. Put on and lace up the shoes and turn my number around to face front and run off forgetting my hat. A guy there just before me runs off with the crowd shouting at him to stop he is going the wrong way. He (with fuzzy headed exhaustion I am sure) completely ignores them and runs out the swim in area. I do up my shoe laces and start my run, going out the correct exit to start the run.
Starting the run
It is at this point I really wonder what I am doing. Why exactly am I running away from all my stuff now to go out 3 miles and then back 3 miles to pickup all my stuff? I run out with this guy who has 28 on the back of his right calf. I pass him during the first half mile and then watch him pass me. The a guy with 52 on his calf passes me, then a 48, then a 42, another 48, then a 41 and a 50. I am feeling pretty shattered by this stage, as I think I am running pretty well.
I also come to the conclusion I am old at this point. It is amazing how quickly becoming physically exhausted can mess with you mental state. Perhaps instead of "enhanced interrogation" they should just get these suspects into Triathlons. I have only been exercising for 2 hours and I have conceded my youth. Every time someone older than me passes me I attempt to stay with them. When it is someone younger I think to myself "off you go kid, no reason for me to keep up with you."
I reach the turn and start to head back. Three miles doesn't really seem that far now. One of those old guys going past me lets me know my shoelaces are undone. I mumble something incoherent at him. The 4 mile marker passes me then the 5. I check behind me and I am in a vacuum, I can't see anyone behind me or in front. I go past the 6 mile marker and the volunteers are all cheering and telling me not long to go. I keep running hoping to see the finish. I finally round the last corner and see it. I try to sprint but don't have the will power and perhaps not the energy to. The clock says 2:33:?? and I am finished.
Crossing the finish line
I managed to get clever watch sorted out after messing it up for the ride. Here is how the run looked.
Clever watch reporting on the Run
So you can go to the website
here and find my results - or you can trust me and read them here.
Swim (1500m or .935 miles) | 26:59 |
Transition #1 | 2:04 |
Ride (40km or 24.9 miles) | 1:08:00 |
Transition #2 | 1:45 |
Run (10km or 6.2 miles) | 49:18 |
Total | 2:28:06 |
So that was that - through the week I will do a follow up of what I think I have learnt from the first tri and how I can get better.
Credit where credit is due - thanks to Colleen for all the great photos. Thanks gorgeous!