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 Swim
Comments: Ahhh, the warm water, which was so much nicer than the air. I wasn’t actually sure if I could catch Scott, but I really wanted to try. I was surprised when I actually did at 75m. I didn’t think through the process of catching him (thought process consisted of: go fast, find his feet), so I was surprised when he was like “GO!” at the wall. Oh right: I caught him, and then I got to go in front. What a fun game! So, I did that to some other people too. The problem, however, was then I had to keep going, and I ended up working much harder than I really wanted to. Finished the swim pretty tired, but totally happy.  Transition 1
 Bike
Comments: COLD. WINDY. GAH. I hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep the weekend before the race, and I could feel it in my legs when I started the bike. Unlike last year, when I felt like I was flying effortlessly on the bike (key word: FELT. As in, my perception, not entirely based on reality), this bike was a total struggle. It was windy, I was tired (whine whine whine). I neglected to wear socks as my feet were just so freaking cold after the swim, plus, I don’t wear socks to bike normally anyway. Threw a jacket on, as it was still cold as all get out, and ran to the bike mount line. Throat was very dry the whole bike, and I was dry coughing a lot of it. Basically, I felt like crap the whole time, and was bummed, but I knew it had mostly to do with my lack of sleep and prep for the race. Round and round we go, two loops, some hills, some headwind, a nice awesome tailwind on the straight away back to transition. Dismount, run towards rack, which seems to have moved. Transition 2
Comments: Took me a few seconds to find the rack. I thought it was farther up than it actually was. I was a little out of it, still totally tired. Figured I was toast for the run. Feet were still wet and cold, so I skipped the socks again (thought process: “Eh, it’s only a 5k. I’m sure my feet will be fine”. That sound I then heard was the universe laughing at me)  Run
Comments: This run felt great! I was worried, considering how tired I felt on the bike – I thought the run would be brutal. I was jogging along, got my legs back after a few minutes and kept chugging along. I thought I was prob running 10s or at the outside 11min miles – was just moving easy and trying to not blow it. I didn’t have feeling in my feet for the first mile or so, which was pretty interesting. Got some water at the turn around and picked up the pace a touch – enough to feel like I was working, but not working hard. After that bike, I was still pretty sure that I was going to blow up on the run. Chatted with people as I passed and got passed. Saw BTers I knew and waved, and FINALLY the day started warming up. It felt good to be running, and I really started enjoying the run for about the last mile. I didn’t see any mile markers, and I didn’t have a watch, so I was pretty much flying blind on where I was on the course and how I was doing, so when I got to a point when I thought I could gut out a harder effort to the finish, I picked it up some more. The run towards the finish got really crowded as you had people leaving to start the run along with people heading back in, and I got stuck behind some people moving more slowly than I wanted to be. But, eventually got some clear room and booked it home. I cannot believe I was clocking sub 9s (kinda) on that run. My perceived effort was much closer to 10 min/mile. My running shoes now have some pretty awesome blood stains on them from my new blisters. Running without socks and with wet feet = stupid. Post race
Warm down: Saw my family, who were cold and trying to look happy, hang out at the finish for a bit, and then headed out to breakfast. All in all, a great way to spend a Sunday! What limited your ability to perform faster: Rest Profile Album Last updated: 2007-05-04 12:00 AM
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53F / 12C
Overall Rank = 138/353
Age Group = F 25-29
Age Group Rank = 4/14
Got up around 4:15, very unhappily. I was very un-rested for this race. Eat a PB sandwich and drank a redbull on the drive into Centerville.
Shivered. Whined. Got transition set up, realized I was one number away from Scott (3558). Realized this was because I had neglected to either change my estimated swim time or had miscalculated (or both). I wanted to be at 2 min/m, which in my mind, for 250m, was a 4:30. This is, in fact, not true, as Scott pointed out to me. He then pointed out to me that he was trying to both break an hour and win his AG, and was less than thrilled that I was going to be starting the swim just in front of him, as he was going to lose time having to get around me. I don’t particularly like being passed, or holding people up, so I offered to let him go in front me.
I whined and shivered some more, saw my parents, brother and Stake who had all graciously offered to stand around in the cold and watch the race. Ernie came up and asked Stake if I was in full on whine mode, which Stake confirmed. What? It was cold, people! I was overtired, freezing, and seriously lusting after my warm bed. Realizing that if I didn’t race after having forced my mother to wake up at 4:15 on mothers day to come all the way out to Centerville and stand around, I might have to smack myself, I headed down to the pool deck.
Shivered some more, trash talked with Scott and those around, compared sizes of nipples that were protruding due to cold. At one point Scott and I joked about how funny it would be if I ended up passing him on the swim after all, to which he said “Dude, if you actually pass me, I will quit the race right then and there, go home, post on BT about how much I suck, and then come back here and cheer you on”. We all had a good laugh, and then I decided to kill him on the swim.