Whooosh! Stroke, stroke, dive. Stroke, stroke, breathe. Dang,
I can’t seem to catch my breath. My heart is beating too fast. Must slow down
heart rate. Ouch! Was that someone’s arm smacking me in the face? Get into your
rhythm, Linda! One, two, breathe. One, two, breathe. One, kick, oops! Sorry to
whoever that was that I'm sure I just kicked in the face…
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I wasn't really planning on doing any extra races this summer but, when
a friend of mine said she was no longer going to use her race entry I figured,
why not? I have done this race before, and I've done very well. I am familiar with the course and every year the ladies of my Triathlon Training Club come out in full force and take home lots of hardware. Sounds like fun! I discussed it with Coach and he gave me the green light as long as I went into it with no expectations in terms of time and that I used it for "training purposes only."
My heart is pounding, as per usual before the beginning of every triathlon. No matter how many I have done I always seem to get nervous before the start. I literally have
adrenaline rushing through my entire body as I stand in the sand, in the front
of the pack, listening to the announcer count down the seconds 3,2,1, Go!
The approach that I take at the start of every race can be classified as: aggressive. We
have a joke in our club “don’t swim next to Linda, she’ll kick you!” I can’t help it. I purposely position myself in the front so I can run
out into the water before I get swallowed up in the sea of flailing arms and
kicking legs and when I feel someone’s hands touching or grabbing my legs I can’t
help but kick. It’s a reflex really.
The swim portion of the triathlon is my favorite because it's the shortest part and I just love being in the water. The temperature of the lake is a very warm 70 degrees which makes me really happy because I am not wearing a wetsuit. Honestly, I just hate the things. They make me feel constricted and they are a royal pain in the ass to take off.
After the initial chaos I am able to find a good pace. I pass a few ladies here and there and before you know it I reach the first buoy. I repeat my mantra over and over "just keep swimming, just keep swimming." I draft a little off of the girl in front of me as we reach another buoy. My form improves a lot as I keep my head in the water and follow the bubbles instead of picking it up every few strokes. I feel strong. As I round the last buoy and spot the SWIM FINISH sign I start to go through what I hope will be a smooth transition on to my bike.
I get out of the water and run through the transition area trying to spot my bike. I remember I left it on the left hand side on the rack that had a red shirt tied to it. Gotta love those crazy type A people that think of everything. At this point every second counts and I am so happy that I don't have a stupid wetsuit to take off. I spray water on my feet, then stand on my towel as I put on my socks as fast as I can. Helmet on, glasses on, remove my bike from the rack and I'm off running with my bike towards the bike out exit.
This next trick is going to blow your mind, Coach taught it to me. Notice that at this point I have not put on my bike shoes, why you ask? Because they are already clipped on to my bike pedals. Ok sure I've heard of that before, but what you haven't seen is that my bike pedals are perfectly horizontal and my shoes are steady waiting for my feet to go in them. How? I have rubber bands holding them there.
I put my left foot into my shoe as I take my first stroke on the bike, then the right foot. I strap them both in as I am moving and in a mere seconds I am off on the bike course. Genius.
Throughout the two 8 mile loops that I have to bike I pedal as fast as I can, the only problem is that my legs are not moving very fast at all. I drink water and eat something hoping that will help. No luck. On the flat parts I do pretty well, I even pass manage to pass a few people, and on the downhills I am flying, but each time I hit even the slightest incline boy oh boy do I slow down. It's very frustrating.
As for my second transition it goes by in a flash. All I have to do is remove my helmet and bike shoes, put on my running shoes and grab a hat. Done.
Here is where my race unravels a bit. It's hot, like really hot and I am grouchy. My feet are soaking wet and my legs feel like lead and will not move. I try to remind myself that today was for "training purposes only." That it doesn't matter how many people are ahead of me, it doesn't matter that I will end up with a slow time, all that matters is that I just keep swimming. One mile at a time I begin my five mile trek to the finish line. I grab water at each station, some goes in my mouth but most goes on my head to cool off. A little trail run here, some hills there, asphalt you name it we ran it. It seems like an eternity since my friend passed me and I know it's only a matter of time until the Running Sage passes me too. Sure enough I hear a friendly voice. I complain about the heat and how my legs have failed me today. She listens for a bit and then says "let's focus on the good things.We are doing great!" That put a smile on my face and was just what I needed to finish the race.
At the last water station they inform me that I have less than a mile to go. I can do this. In less than 10 minutes I will have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in my hand. Just keep swimming. I speed up as much as my legs will allow and hit a good stride as I approach the finish line. Out of the corner of my eye I can tell that someone is speeding up and trying to pass me. Really? Trying to pass me at the end? No way. I am not letting this person beat me to the finish line. I speed up and so do they. It's a game of cat and mouse as I run as fast as I can straight to the finish line.
Did I race my best today? No. Are there things that I can improve on? Absolutely. Does my training need to increase ten fold? Um, hell yes. But overall today was a very good day. I had a great training session, I was surrounded by and encouraged by my fellow triathletes, and I know that this is a step in the right direction as I prepare to cross the finish line at Kona.