First Triathlon - Race Report
So I’m not going to write up a whole long race report because it was a short race. Or maybe I will. It’s funny how a ”short” triathlon is still pretty long though. I had a LOT of fun. I loved the action of it. I loved how so much stuff was going on - despite it making me want to barf. It was really nice to feel that barfy feeling at a race again. I was very lucky to have my amazing bf there with me who calmed me down a bit. I was basically yelling at him during the morning “DON’T YOU SEE THIS IS RIDICULOUS!? LOOK AT THAT GUY’S BIKE. I HAVE A BELL ON MY BIKE. SOMEONE IS GOING TO PUSH ME OVER. I’M GOING TO DROWN.” etc. etc. And he stroked my hair and shushed me.
Getting marked up made me feel 100% badass.
I got my transition area ready. Which was pretty relaxed. I didn’t feel that panicked about it at all. I saw that the two bikes next to mine were clearly worth a million dollars and I was fine with. “MINE HAS A CUTE BELL AND I’M AWESOME”, I said to myself. And then I walked away from the transition area knowing I could not go back in without my bib since it was attached to my race ready shirt in my little pile of stuff all prepped. At least foot races taught me some organization skills!
And then I panicked because I realized that for a 20km bike ride I had no water. And I expected said bike ride to take me years because I am the worst cyclist in the universe. I could clearly now see myself falling off the bike in a dehydrated state.
More calming words from the bf. And I attended the race orientation which was a much needed pick-me-up. The dude giving the orientation was pretty darn funny. But the orientation confused the shit out of me. I was more confused than I had been before. Triathlons are fucking confusing. Go here, then here, now stop, then do a circle, then close your eyes and see if you can remember where the fuck you put your bike in a sea of bikes and then try to run somewhere when everyone else is going in different directions.
I pushed down the rising vomit.
We headed to the beach and I giggled nervously.
And then as time flew forward I was suddenly in the water waiting to start in a gaggle of women who were also looking terrified. One woman looked like she was ready to run the other way. We all cheered, it was pretty great. And then BOOM, off we went. I swam swam swam swam swam swam. BOOM KICKED. And then came up for air to a rush of apologies from the woman behind. Swimming in a pool or open water, or wherever will never prepare you for a triathlon start. It wasn’t even as scary as I had expected. It really wasn’t that bad at all. It was just really annoying. I felt like I couldn’t move forward because people were in my way. Like the old dude doing backstroke in the medium lane at the pool.
That’s how I felt. Frustrated. Frustration fuelled me and I got out of the water pretty quick. The bf says from the shore I looked to be in the top few coming out of the water. Maybe, maybe not. I do know that I have the same swim time as the woman who finished first. Though our swim time includes our transition time, which included a very long (it felt like it) run to the transition area.
I ran as fast as I could. I was so focused.
LIKE A SHARK.
Grabbed my shirt and shorts. Helmet and ran my bike to the mount line and then yes, almost fell over trying to get on. I was a little wobbly from that whole first debacle. I JUST SWAM IN A SEA OF PEOPLE AND SURVIVED. HOLY SHIT.
And then off on the bike. I expected the bike leg to be awful. I didn’t even come close to training for the distance. My training was my bike commute to work and back. And it’s very stop and go because of traffic. And I basically don’t know what I’m doing on a bike. The bf did give me some pointers though and they helped me immensely I think. But if I’m ever going to want to improve I need to work on the bike a heck of a lot. I was faster than I expected ( YAY ! ) but the bike definitely effed me over. I had a nearly identical swim and run time to the woman in first but my bike time was almost double hers. OOPS. But WHO CARES. I honestly enjoyed the scenery most of the time and enjoyed the fact that I was on a bike ride with no traffic!!! It was glorious! I paced myself so that I didn’t burn out right away because I was terrified of not being able to finish the bike leg. I kept things fairly easy for the first 15km and then for the last 5km I punched it hard and passed as many people as I could. Then hopped off and ran my bike to the transition, racked it, put on some body glide stuff and then ran my guts out until the finish.
I was so so so happy and so proud.
I always said I would NEVER do a triathlon. It was my cut-off point. I would run long distances, but never would I do a triathlon. Too crazy.
And yesterday I freaking completed my first triathlon. I still don’t know why I decided to do it.
But I can’t wait to do another one!!!