On Monday, I got to enjoy my first Florida snow day! Thankfully, the storm turned and we weren’t hit badly at all. I hope everyone in Isaac’s wake stays safe! The bonus of my “snow day”: I got to hang out with this guy all day!
Now I owe you Part 3 of my Vermont Road trip!
We woke up bright and early to head down to the race site. On top of the mountain where we were staying, I believe it was in the low 50s. Brrrrr!
Transition closed at about 7:30, so we planned to arrive between 6:15 and 6:30 to give us plenty of time to get settled, take a potty break, and warm up.
I got my stuff all set up, and then went and found Courtney and Jess. Of course I had to pose with my tattooed numbers on! (Which, by the way, were a PAIN to get off. I had them on for several days after, despite my efforts to remove them with wet wipes, nail polish remover, rubbing alcohol, and soap. Ugh.)
By the time the sun had come out, it was probably in the high fifties. (Maybe low 60s? I’m terrible at guessing!) It was cold for these Florida gals! And yes, I did just call myself a Florida gal 🙂 Doesn’t take long for that blood to thin!
They announced that the water temperature was 74º, so we opted to wear wetsuits. I really hate wearing the wetsuit, and convinced myself that it was really to keep me warm while I waited around for my wave to go off. It actually was my first time wearing my sleeveless suit that I got last year for Christmas (or was it birthday?), and as it turned out, it wasn’t so bad.
Do the wetsuit tango!
We hung around for a
little long while, watching the different waves go off. We found my friend Steph and chatted with her as we waited. A little after 8, we saw an ambulance arrive and then shortly speed off. We were all kind of shocked that someone had to be taken off the course already, when it had only just begun. That’s not something you want to see right before you get in the water. We shook it off, chatted for a little while longer, and then it was time to go!
(Note: after the race we learned that a man in his 50s was pulled from the water at 8:05am. He was rushed to the hospital, but unfortunately he could not be revived. Very, very sad. My thoughts and prayers go out to this family.)
The swim course was what I’m calling an “R” shape. Here’s what the website said the course was going to look like:
It was actually more like this:
When our wave of 105 women went off, it was like a mad dash to get out to the first flag. There was lots of kicking and splashing, and I quickly lost sight of Courtney. In all the races that I’ve done this season (please note, they have all been REALLY small races), I’ve been able to get out to the first flag and then distance myself a little from the pack. That certainly did not happen this time. I was swimming stroke for stroke with girls on either side of me for a good majority of the swim. When I was almost to the second turn, I finally felt like I had a little bit of space, but it didn’t last for long. A girl came up and swam right next to me for the entire rest of the swim.
The second 90 degree turn had us swim towards the shore. And you know what was also in that direction? The sun! Ugh. It was so hard to see! I had to stop and do a few breast strokes so that I could see where the next buoy was. I was thankful I had tinted goggles, and didn’t lose too much time sighting.
As I rounded the buoy that was right before the straight away in, another girl came up behind me, and was practically swimming on top of me. After bumping a few times (as is what normally happens in open water) I felt her intentionally grab me and push me down. Already frustrated that I couldn’t pass her, I did something very unsportsman-like and grabbed her right back. I don’t know what came over me, but I was incredibly frustrated that I just couldn’t get away from these other girls. Ugh. I am not proud of that.
Anyhow, I stopped for a second and let her swim ahead of me, and I swam way off to her right. Get outta my face!
I made it to shore, climbed out and ran for my bike.
Swim time: 23:52
I quickly got to my bike and skeedaddled out of transition.
I saw Felipe as I exited transition, and he told me I was about 10 seconds behind Courtney. I was glad to know I wasn’t too far behind.
I hadn’t really studied the bike course before the race, but I did know that we were in Vermont, and Vermont has mountains!
Here’s the elevation profile:
That may seem like rolling hills to a lot of you, but to me, with ZERO hill training on my bike since I left DC, was totally unprepared for the hills. I felt like I was CRAWLING up the hills. Remember how I was super excited about finally being able to pass people on the bike since I spent a small fortune on Snowball? Yeah, that didn’t happen. I was definitely the one being passed. I watched in horror as a girl wearing sneakers on an aluminum bike pedaled past me. Ouch.
Despite my embarrassingly slow climbs, I really enjoyed the bike ride. There was one stretch, maybe the quasi flat/downhill part between 5-7.5, which took us parallel to the water and on the other side were the beautiful mountains of New York. The view was gorgeous, and I wish I could have taken a picture of it! There were also some really fun/scary downhills. I don’t know what my max speed was on them, but a few times I wanted to shout “WHEEEEE!” Someone else had a similar idea, and cheered “YAHOOO!!!” as he sped by me. It startled me so much that I almost fell off my bike!
As I pulled in to the last straightaway on the bike, I started to unvelcro my shoes and pull out my feet. When I started to pull my right foot out of the shoe, my whole shoe came unclipped! DOH! I tried to get it back into the clip as fast as I could, but it took two or three times before I could actually get it back in. So. annoying! I was just about to the dismount line when I spotted yet another medical emergency. The ambulance was off to the side, and I quickly glanced over and saw a girl lying on the ground. It was another scary sight (though I don’t believe it was fatal), and a reminder to be smart and safe on the course today.
Bike: 1:20.23, 18.6mph
T2 was kind of a blur. I grabbed my hat, shoes, number and pulled my watch off of the bike before heading on my way.
From Emily’s 2011 race report, I knew that I’d be greeted with a ridiculous hill right out of transition. Ridiculous it was.
Thank you USAT for kicking my butt in the first half mile of the run. I glanced at my watch as I trudged up the hill, and saw 10:00 flash on the screen. Ugh. This bites.
I actually hadn’t checked out the rest of the course elevation; the only thing I knew about was the big hill right out of transition. So as I ran along, I was pleasantly surprised to see it flatten out. I kept waiting for another hill to appear, but it never happened!
The first mile or so was brutal. I felt so slow, and my legs were not happy that I hadn’t prepared them with more bricks. Finally, I settled in to a comfortable, steady pace and glanced at my watch. 8:47!? I was pleasantly surprised, because this 10K was about to be the longest distance I’d run since April! Even better, my right foot wasn’t bothering me! (Actually, my other foot started to become a little numb, I think my shoelaces were too tight, but it was a distraction from worrying about my sesamoiditis!)
My goal for the run was to just finish, and I was hoping to hold just below 9 minutes per mile. Each time I looked down at my watch (after that first mile) I was happy to see that I was holding a good 15 seconds below my 9 minute pace goal! Pleased, I just kept trucking along. The miles seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, I had half a mile left! Please note that when debriefing about the race afterwards, Jess and Courtney both commented about how the mile markers were not spaced appropriately, and the mile marker for mile 3 was placed twice. I however, must have been in my own little world, because I didn’t notice this at all.
I held my head high, and smiled as I crossed the line.
Run: 53:25, pace: 8:36.
Overall, I was quite happy with my race. This was actually my 2nd fastest Olympic tri ever! Considering that I had just spent two days cooped up in the car and my training for this race had been less than stellar, I had a great race. I loved being in Vermont and the excitement of being at a race with so many other great athletes. It had certainly been awhile since I’d been at a big race, and it was a good reality check.
I don’t think that I’d road trip it up to Vermont again to race (THAT IS A LONG WAY!), but it was a fun experience, and I’m glad I did it!