Sunday, August 9, 2015

I am an Olympic (Distance) Triathlete! My recap of the 2015 Seafair triathlon.

There's something to be said for making goals. This was me in January of 2014:


However, I gave myself a small caveat that I might wait until 2015 in order to pair it with my big birthday.

After spending more time in the pool and on the bike than ever before, I finally got the nerve to sign up for the Seafair Triathlon. It includes a 1 mile swim, 20 mile bike, and 6.2 mile run. But enough of the boring details, let's jump right into race day, shall we?

RACE DAY
The transition area was filled with mostly super-fit and experienced triathletes, me, and one guy who was not up to speed on all the finer details of the course.


It took an hour between getting into transition and getting into the water.  I wandered in with my wave and just as we were being counted down I looked around and discovered I was right up near the front.


How did that happen?? What a terrible place to be!

Before I had a chance to do anything about it, we were off! There was a flurry of arms, torsos, and legs as all the skilled swimmers ran me over, but then I had my own space in the water.

It took me a...while...to get into my swimming rhythm. Ok it took half a mile; the entire first loop. Part of it was just getting my swim groove, part of it was navigating the course (more on that in a minute) and part of it was the one girl who kept swimming into me.


There's always one.

At the time I was super annoyed because I kept moving out of her way and then she would just swim right back into me over and over again! But I think the issue was that she swam to the left and I swam right. Eventually I managed to move away from her for good, and decided to just enjoy the swim.

There was only one teeny tiny little problem with that.


I really need to work on my sighting.

I'm pretty sure this is an accurate portrayal of my swim; the course is in red, the yellow arrows are me.


Needless to say, I was incredibly happy to make it out of the water and  head over to transition. I spent a leisurely 7 minutes and 5 seconds removing my wetsuit, drying my feet, getting my bike shoes on, and re-applying sunscreen.


That's, like, an hour in triathlon time. But it was awfully nice to have space to myself since everyone else at my rack was already on the bike.

I started my ride, and a few minutes in I noticed my friend Diana standing on the side of the road. By the time it registered, I was already passing her.  I shouted hello and then realized she had brought two more friends, Jess and Amanda with her!


They jumped up and shouted encouragement at my back.

The Olympic race shared the first/last part of the course with the sprint tri, but when they turned around we went straight. And it got very lonely.


**For those of you who are not familiar with the term WYCWYC, it means "what you can, when you can." You can check it out at wycwyc.com!

*And for those of you unfamiliar with the term DFL, allow me to enlighten you personally:


Anyway, soon after that I hit my turnaround and began to see not just one, but several struggling cyclists still heading toward the turn.


Just kidding, I'll always be a wycwycer.

I continued on, rejoined some sprinters again for a while, then was on my own again as I headed down the hill to the next turnaround. There were no race marshals or even cones to denote the course, but there was an empty police car that marked the turn.

Close to the end I started anticipating my friends and waved madly as I got closer. This time they were ready for me!


I pushed to the end and coasted to a stop at the dismount.  And then proceeded to fall over while TriGuy was taking my picture.


With my bruised ego in hand, I went through T2 in 3:45. By then the sun was hot.

I grabbed a cup of water on my way out and started to run.  There were about a dozen or so people around and at Mile 2 there was a hill that just kept going. I chatted with a lady as we walked up it together. She was doing the sprint and would not have to do the hill again. Lucky.

There was a water station at the top. It was the only water station on the run. I grabbed a couple of cups and continued down the hill.


I ran past TriGuy and started my second loop.


It was getting really warm at this point.

There were now far fewer runners/walkers. I think I saw five. I did, however, see lots of people out for a walk. I had a conversation with one of them as I was deep in my delirium.


I wasn't positive, but I took his word for it.

I walked up the hill for the second time and the volunteers were already packing up the water table. But I made sure I got what I needed.


I think I drank 2 cups and the rest went on my head and down my shirt.

I headed down the hill and saw a girl going off on a side path because, once again, there were no course markers.


She didn't hear me but I assume she eventually found her way.

Finally, I saw the finish line!


Can I just say how lucky I am to have friends and a husband who will wake up early on the weekend just to shout at me for a few seconds?? You can't beat the adrenaline rush of hearing them cheer you on and seeing their awesome signs!

I crossed the line, got some water, got sent back for my medal, and wandered out of the chute.

Actually, there was no chute by the time I got there. There was just a table stacked with bagels and a handful of bananas.

Our results were posted quickly:


I was truly at the back of the pack. BUT, my swim was 17:34 faster than I thought it would be, and my overall finish was 9:00 faster than I thought. So I am happy with my first Olympic triathlon!

And I got a shiny new medal!


Woot woot!

UPCOMING POSTS: SWIMMING DRILLS AND SPEED WORK

28 comments:

  1. OMGOSH. I could not love this more.

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  2. You finished an Olympic length marathon, who cares what place you ended!?! That's an amazing feet. Besides, you didn't finish DFL (which I just learned from you what it means) and you finished. That's quite impressive. Though, I wonder if we heard this story from the other swimmer's perspective if she would tell the story similar to you, "this zig-zagging nut job kept swimming into me!"

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    1. I am proud. And you're right, I bet that girl found me incredibly annoying!

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    2. I have to agree with this. Good for you! I don't even have the stamina to stand for that long.

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    3. Oh yeah. Standing for that long would suck. Thanks Gia :)

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    4. Olympic marathon? Feet? hummm…..but congratulations! I just did my 124th and placed 1st in my 60-64 AG….

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    5. Congratulations Humpback Whale...now be nice to my other readers :)

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  3. Congratulations! On top of a great race achievement, this is one of your funniest posts (and that's saying a lot)!

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    1. Aw shucks! Thanks Axel--it certainly was one of the longest posts!!

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  4. Holy crap, you're awesome!
    Love all of your "pictures", you look stunning in all of them despite your race!

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    1. Thank you! I'm not sure my stick girl has ever been described as stunning!

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  5. Oh, how I so loved reading this ! I have done one Olympic Tri and then like a crazy person have decided to attempt the half this year, next weekend in fact. I know I will be having similar feelings, dialogue going on as I go through each discipline. Congrats on your finish and for pushing through!

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    1. Thanks!! I know you are and I am so excited for you! I always think about going farther but then I do a race and think "no way! i can barely finish this one!"

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  6. congrats! i loved this visual story :D

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    1. Thanks so much, Jenny! I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

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  7. Awesome!!!!! Congrats! I did my first du recently...and now I have that (&%#*) tri goal taunting me off in the distance (not any time soon, though). Your drawings are SO cute :-)

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    1. Thanks Kimberly! Oh I know that race bug soooo well! Congrats on the du!

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  8. I <3 this post so much I was reading it my husband (who's the triathlete in the family). Awesome job! I've done two sprints in my life, and I can't imagine doubling the distance.

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    1. Oh my gosh, that made my evening, Debbie! I have felt that way about every race distance I've done. But never say never :D

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  9. You never cease to amazing me you lightning speed gazelle!

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    1. Hahahahaha! No gazelle-ness here but I do move and I'm glad I can amaze you!

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  10. HOLY CRAP! You are so impressive. 100% serious. Also, thank you for explaining the lingo. Especially DFL. I laughed out loud sitting here reading at my desk.

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    1. Dawn! I've missed you!! Thank you :) Making people laugh out loud makes me the happiest.

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  11. A true Oly distance is 40k bike (25 miles)- they should extend it if they are calling it an Olympic distance...

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    1. Yes, but they don't. I've made my peace with the 5 mile difference. You can let them know.

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  12. Brilliant post. So like my experience. Funny. I too had a person that kept swimming into me (of course it was entirely his fault) and another person who did back stroke the whole swim and kept swimming off to the banks and into the reeds!

    Do the half next year, you know you want to.... I am. I just need to finish nearly last every year - it's good for the ego.

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