It’s been a crazy week, but a great week! In 7 days I PR’d on my 10th Half Marathon, packed up my house in Prairie Village, KS and headed West to Orange County, unpacked in my new apartment and tackled my first Olympic Triathlon in San Diego. My brother drove the Uhaul and I drafted behind him in my little Jetta. We’ve been joking around this week that we have done everything opposite of what you are supposed to do the week before the race. We sat on our asses for 3 day right after running a half marathon (holy butt cramps), ate convenience store food, got no sleep and didn’t really do any training.
Here is my race report for the World Triathlon San Diego. Please bear with me. This is my first blog post and a work in progress.
The Olympic Triathlon was a great experience and a race I needed to achieve to get closer down the road to doing my first Ironman in Louisville, KY in August. For those of you that don’t know, the Olympic distance is:
Swim: 1500m (.93 miles)
Bike: 40km (24.85 miles)
Run: 10km (6.2 miles)
We woke up at 5 am and took in some nutrition. I had water with one nuun tab, coffee (always need coffee), a banana and a PB&J Bonk Breaker (love these things). My wave started at 7:10 and when we got to transition at 6:30, we found out it closed at 6:15. I was being shooed out of there so I quickly threw down my stuff, threw on my wetsuit half way, and ran over to the swim start. I had no idea what to expect and I didn’t really get nervous until lining up. I’d been so busy the week before, I hadn’t had time to focus on the fact that I’ve never done an outdoor Tri, never swam in open water, and had never swam in a wetsuit. We started off and I tripped in the sand a little. Nice! Way to go Tami! Someone yelled, “It’s okay, keep going.” Okay, shoot, I guess everyone did see that. We took off in the water and about 200 yards in, reality hit. No amount of pool swimming could’ve prepared me for that swim. I was not only praying to God, but praying to the dear Lord baby Jesus to get me through that. I couldn’t get into a groove, was not used to the dark water and yes, one of the SUP guards had to tell me I was going in the wrong direction. I can laugh now, but during, I really thought I was going to drop out. However, one thing I’ve learned about myself lately is I’ll never quit. It might not be pretty and it might take me forever, but I’ll always finish. I’m not sure if that’s more courage or pride. Once we hit shore and I saw people standing up, I’d never been happier. I wanted to shout at the guy in front of me still swimming, “hey, you can stand now!!! Look, we can touch!”
I ran to T1 and pretty much forgot what I was doing. I had to look at the girl next to me for guidance. Okay, wipe off sandy feet, put socks and bike shoes on. Okay, there is your helmet that was thrown to the side this morning. (Sunglasses? Nope, those were forgotten). I had to run pretty far out of transition to the start line and I was off. For me, it was a nice little break. I’m used to running marathons and the fact that I could just pedal was awesome. I know I need to change that mentality to better my time, but for this race, I was just making sure I kept my legs turning over at a decent cadence. This was also my second time riding my bike outside. Kansas weather hasn’t really allowed outdoor bike rides, so a lot of my time has been spent on an indoor trainer. I’m still cautious on the bike. Okay, time to hydrate. I reach down and get my water bottle and whoops, there it goes. I also need to work on coordination on the bike. I’m sorry to anyone behind me that had to avoid my water bottle in the middle of the road. Luckily, my brother attached my GU’s to my bike with electrical tape. All I had to do was rip it off and they were open and ready to go. We had to do 2 loops around Mission Bay and Fiesta Island. I saw a lot of flats due to bad roads and falls due to tight turns. Fiesta Island was beautiful. I was definitely taking in the scenery. I probably looked like a volunteer or a tourist. I was cheering people on as they passed me. Wait, wasn’t I trying to pass them? I need to work more on that race mentality. I made sure I was smiling the whole time and had to keep my head lowered quite a bit to make sure I didn’t get sand in my eyes since I forgot my sunglasses. When I got back to my hotel room, I found a bug in my eye. Hmm, I wonder how long that guy had been with me. When I came to the end of the second lap, there was a minute I thought we had to go one more lap. Even as I was pulling into transition, I had to ask, “just 2 right?! Oh, thank God.”
I was so happy to start the run. It’s what I know and where I feel comfortable. My legs felt great and it only took me about 1 mile to get my legs transitioned. The run was 2 laps around the Mission Beach boardwalk. Lots of people out in their vacation rentals cheering us on. I saw a lot of Boston gear as well. I took it a little bit slower the first 3 miles, but then I tried to speed up every mile after and had negative splits.
My overall time was 3:11. The swim was 35 minutes, bike was 1:31 and run was 55 minutes. I had over 8 minutes in transition. Seriously?! It was like I sat down to eat a sandwich or something. I’m seeing that typical, total transition times are around 3 or 4 minutes. My nutrition was pretty basic. Nothing right before swim, I had two GU’s on bike ride and nuun water during ride. I would’ve drank more water, but I dropped that bottle as I mentioned at the beginning of ride. During run, I drank 2 waters at each station, to make up for missed water on bike ride and had 3 GU’s. I probably didn’t need that many GU’s, but I was tired at this point from long week and they kept handing them out, so I said what the heck.
Things to work on: Check to see when transition area closes and be more organized. Swim in open water as much as possible, get more miles in on bike, push harder on run. And of course, the week before, eat properly, sleep, and train properly.
Happy about my Half Marathon PR at Rock the Parkway the weekend before!
All smiles before the swim and completely clueless about what lies ahead.
Post race dinner. Love their Carnitas and homemade flour tortillas!
Sunday = sleeping in, naps, recovery run and appreciating all my family and friends. I think it’s also setting in that I actually live in CA now! XOXO