Memphis in May
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Memphis in May - TriathlonOlympic
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Man, this swim felt great. I felt like I was cruising in the water. No one passed me and I passed quite a few folks. I sighted well, didn't get off course, and felt like I pulled a good swim from the bag. It was wetsuit legal and based upon the times, I think the course was just a tad short of 1500 meters.
I'm okay with that...
Very windy. The course was along a lot of open farmland with nothing to break the wind.
I wasn't as strong as I felt earlier in the week on my training ride. But, I didn't have any indications on the bike that there would be problems ahead on the run.
I think the course was just a tad short of 40k. The #1 Bike split in the race was 51:28 at 28.6mph. That's amazing.
Well, I don't know what happened here. What I do know is that my guts were having a full-on revolution while I was trying to run. There were pains, aches and even some nausea. Very strange. Clearly, my choice of pre-race nutrition was coming back to haunt me. I had to pee on the run, which never happens, making me think I drank too much fluid on the bike.
I will say that it got hot, like hotter'n hell on this run. The water they served on the route was not cold so pouring it on your head did little in the way of cooling. My biggest recommendation for next year is to have ice at the aide stations on the run.
Whatever, the reason, this run hurt. I didn't really start to feel good till I hit the 5 mile marker. I did a lot of walking and shuffling, but I ran the last 1.2 miles at a 9 min pace. I finished feeling quite good. Very odd run.
What else, cracked open a bottle of Moet and Chandon White Star to celebrate, in Dixie Cups no less.
What limited your ability to perform faster:
My frickin lifestyle. This was a great wakeup call. After 7 weeks of training, I'm really okay with this race, not happy, but okay. I will be working for the next weeks on really improving my ability to run off of the bike since this seems to be my weakest area.
Race pics are in the album at: http://www.beginnertriathlete.com/discussion/photos/photo-thumbnail...
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Admittedly, I didn't take this race as seriously as races past. For one thing, it was in Memphis. My favorite all time BBQ joint is in town, The Rendezvous. You cannot get these ribs anywhere else in the world. As any connoisseur of dry rub bbq, and they'll always have something good to say about the place.
Suffice it to say, on Saturday, I trundled into the joint around 2pm for an unorthodox pre-race meal. I also intended to stay alcohol free, since the race was less than 24 hours away, but to no avail. I caved into the overwhelming, enticing, seductive powers that are a full slab of charcoal fired, dry rubbed ribs and La Cervesa Mas Frio (otherwise known as Corona). Oh, my goodness heavens, sakes alive...those ribs were awesome. I drank tons of water to be sure the 2 itsy bitsy beers I had didn't dehydrate me.
I then toured Memphis before walking down to the Spagetti Factor to meet the rest of the BT/D3 crowd for the pre-race pasta dinner. Oh, and by the way, what is pasta without beer? So, after 1 more Corona, some bruchetta, salad, and angel hair pasta, I was fully carbed up and ready to take a nap.
That evening, I drank a ton of water and tried to relax. Got all the gear packed. I worked for nearly 2 hours uncrating my bike and reassembling it. Flying to a triathlon is a major pain in the rear end. It really is a whole different ballgame.
I awoke at 4:30am, got dressed, called the bellman, packed the car, and was on my way to the race site at 5am. Arrived at 5:30am, got set up and now it was time to relax.
One of the participants I met at dinner was racked a few spaces down from me. As she was fiddling around with her stuff, I happened to be looking her way. As I did, I saw this huge cloud of mist explode from her rear tire, accompanied by a huge "boom". I happily offered to change her tube out, which I did in about 5 minutes and she was ready to go. That was all about "pre-race Kharma", Earl.
I did two gels between 5:30 and race start, along with a few cups of water. I was paranoid about the effects of the beers from the previous nite, and I believe this led to what would become gastric issues when I started running. Lesson learned, boss.