Tuesday, September 28, 2010
This stuff is so addictive, they should make it illegal.
Yeah, I'm thinking about doing another tri...stay tuned.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Race Weekend Part III or The Race (finally)
I know I'm recounting the events of the day in a very "dear diary" kind of way, but I just can't resist.
Finally, it was 8:48am. That's 20 minutes after my scheduled start time, but again, the entire race was delayed due to the rain. I stood with a large group of women, 30-34, all of us wore dark green swim caps, and most of us were in wetsuits. Nothing really seemed too scary at that point. I knew what I had to do. I wasn't going to quit and (quite possibly most importantly) I knew that I was capable of finishing the entire thing.
As we made our way down to the dock, there was a lot of excitement. We all started joking with each other, clapping, letting out shouts. It was exciting!
I had no fear jumping into the Potomac this time. When the horn/gun/whatever that sound was went off, I just started swimming. There were arms and legs and commotion everywhere. I tried to just keep my stroke strong and remember to site.
The first 400 meters went by so quickly. The course was shaped like the Washington Monument, so it came to a point on one edge. (I really thought it was pretty lame, but the announcer kept pointing it out.) Right before I got to the "point" I swam under Memorial Bridge. I tried to take a minute and look at the underside of the bridge. I remember thinking, how many people don't get to see the bridge from this angle and how many people and cars have crossed that bridge. It was a pretty cool moment.
Once I turned the corner at the 600 meter mark, I started to notice that I was mostly still with the dark green caps. Thank goodness! I started to notice a few orange caps which was the wave ahead of us. However, that group contained women in their 50s or 60s, so I was mostly impressed that they were taking on the challenge of a triathlon. There also started to be a few blue caps around me, being from the wave after me. Oh well, can't beat everyone.
The back stretch wasn't so bad, but I started to get bored. For instance, there was a woman that kept running into me. I nicknamed her "the tank." (To be fair, I might have been running into her, but it's easier to think that I was the one swimming in a straight line.) I did get kicked in the face. It only knocked at my goggles a little and let in some water. Luckily, it was not a big deal.
Here are some photos from the swim, again compliments of Steph.
When I had gotten into the water, I kind of had to go to the bathroom. I decided that I would follow the advice of more seasoned triathletes and just go in the river. So as I got to the last 100 meters I realized that it was now or never if I was going to wet myself. Sadly, I couldn't do it. I don't know if it was psychological or if it's just too hard to keep kicking your legs and pee at the same time, but I got to the swim out without having relieved myself. (I apologize to my mother for admitting that on the Internet.)
I got out of the water with no problem and was easily able to pull down my wet suit to my waist and start jogging to transition. My cap and goggles didn't want to come off so easily and you can see a great picture of it here: http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&ID=95140254&FROM=photos&BIB=4530
I swear, I didn't feel as exhausted as I look here: http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&PWD=&ID=95154061&FROM=photos&BIB=4530
They had a light sprayer set up. The idea was that it would lightly rinse you off before transition. However, at this point, I think the rain was coming down harder than the mister, so it didn't really matter. It did make for a great photo op that Steph managed to catch.
By this point, transition was mostly a mud field. As I ran to my bike, I think I saw a few men who were already finished. That was a bit disheartening.
I got to my bike, peeled off my wetsuit, and put on my bike helmet. I grabbed my extra towel and started to dry my feet prior to putting on my socks. However, I quickly realized that at that second, there was absolutely nothing in my life that was dry. So instead, I just wiped off the mud and put on my socks and shoes. I decided to skip the sunglasses since 1) it was pretty dark and 2) they would just get rained on and that could make it harder to see. As I was putting on my gloves (because I'm kind of a wimp and can't ride more than 10 miles without them) I realized that I had been in transition for what felt like a really really long time. I grabbed by bike and started jogging out of transition.
This picture http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&PWD=&ID=95178682&FROM=photos&BIB=4530 makes it look like I was walking, but I swear I was jogging!
Before the mount line, I heard someone call my name and saw my former TNT staff person and new colleague at work. It was SO GOOD to see friendly faces.
Once I got on my bike and started pedaling, things went really well. I consistently passed a few people and a few passed me, but I felt like I was keeping a really good pace. My rate of pedaling was steady and I was able to shift with no problem. (Thanks to the guy from the Bike Lane.) Our course was somewhat narrow in some places, which made me really nervous about the no drafting rule and trying to pass. I didn't see any crashes, but apparently there were a few.
We biked to Maryland, almost to 495. It went by so fast! As I was riding, I couldn't tell if it was raining, there was water dripping off of me, off of other people, or if water was being kicked up from other bikers. Needless to say, it was just wet, Wet, WET!
For the parts of the ride in DC, it was so awesome to go through stop lights and ride through the tunnel on the Whitehurst Freeway. Again, I started thinking about how few people had the opportunity to see everything from this angle.
One of the most amusing parts of the bike ride was seeing those riders who had flats. Not the people who were changing their tubes, but rather, the people who were unable to fix their bikes on the course and had resorted to picking up their bikes and running with them back to transition. That's a real triathlete.
During the bike, there were so many great people, just out on the streets, or on walks, that happened to see our race. I loved it when people would stop, clap, and call out "Good job, bikers!" It was so encouraging.
Here are links to two of the photos that the pros took:
http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&PWD=&ID=95197724&FROM=photos&BIB=4530
http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&ID=95207128&FROM=photos&BIB=4530
When I got close to transition, I noticed that everyone was doing stuff. I looked around me and tried to think about what I should be doing. Then I realized that they were all un-clipping and and unfastening their shoes. Seeing as I was too uncoordinated to wear biking shoes and clip in, I really had nothing to be doing.
I was so excited when I got back to transition! I knew that I was done with two-thirds of the race and although I am not a strong runner, I would get through the rest of this. I was even willing to walk the entire 10k. However, I quickly remembered that my socks and shoes were soaked completely through to the skin. I was about to "run" 6 plus miles in wet shoes and socks. Awesome.
I can't lie. The run was a-w-f-u-l. Terrible. I hate it. HATED. IT.
It was within the first mile, that I heard someone call my name and shout out encouragement. It was my old friend Amanda, standing in the rain as a volunteer. Again, it was seeing a familiar face, smiling at me and cheering me on, that really kept me going.
Just after passing mile one, I let myself walk for about 45 seconds. In terms of breathing and overall energy, I felt pretty good. But my shins, ankles, feet...pretty much everything below my knees hurt. Now, I know that some of this was because I need new running shoes. I realized that I needed new shoes about a week before the race. I thought that running with old shoes would be the lesser evil when compared to running with new shoes. I'm not so sure I made the right decision.
There were several things that were great about the course of this run. First, there was water and Gatorade every mile. Even if I didn't need any hydration or nutrition, it made for a fun game trying to get it. If I only took a few sips and dumped the rest on myself, it was still awesome. Next, there are always interesting people on the mall. On Sunday, September 12th, there happened to be a lot of Tea Partiers invading the mall. We ran straight down 14th to Constitution and they stood there and stared at us like some kind of freak show. (The annoying thing about these people and tourists in general is their inability to judge time and space. So as the triathletes ran down 14th and the tourists tried to cross 14th, there was the constant risk of a collision. They crossed the street so slowly and without regard for the fact that people were running a race!)
The course took me down and around Haines Point. I had to pause and tighten my shoe laces in the hopes that it would help the pain in my feet. My socks and shoes were still soaking wet. Haines Point is actually a beautiful run. It's nice and flat. There were a few people here and there, cheering.
I really loved that anytime I passed (which didn't happen often) or was passed (which happened quite frequently) by anyone else wearing a TNT tri suit, there was an automatic greeting of "Go Team!" It was a wonderful distraction and an excellent way to encourage and be encouraged.
Here's a few photos of me on the run.
http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&ID=95206133&FROM=photos&BIB=4530
http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&ID=95168151&FROM=photos&BIB=4530
http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&PWD=&ID=95203094&FROM=photos&BIB=4530
In these pictures, you can tell as I get closer to the finish line because my smile gets bigger, and bigger and BIGGER.
Right around mile 6, I saw two of our coaches and my TNT staff person. They just started shouting. I got a high five and kept running.
It's hard to describe the scene and the feeling for the last mile. There were a lot of people around. Some were there to cheer us on and others were also racers, who had completed the event and made their way back to cheer on those of us who hadn't finished yet.
As I got closer to the finish line, I could not keep the smile off of my face. Not only was I guaranteed to finish this thing (that I wasn't sure I could,) but there were so many people lining the streets. Even though none of these people knew me, they would make eye contact with me, shout encouragement to me, cheer me on to the finish line. How could I not smile in that circumstance?
As I got to the finish line, I felt like I was going to start crying. (In retrospect, I think I was too dehydrated to cry much.) Here's me crossing the finish line: http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&PWD=&ID=95150480&FROM=photos&BIB=4530 and http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&ID=95158807&FROM=photos&BIB=4530.
As I walked from the finish line, I got my bottle of water and more importantly, my finishers medal. I heard shouts to my right and it was my wonderful friends Steph (from earlier) and Amanda. They cheered and hugged me and I thought they might want to cry with me. It was so wonderful that my friends were willing to come out in terrible weather, sit on a wet curb, and cheer me on across the finish line.
I went to walk around the barrier to talk to Steph and Amanda and right in front of me were my coworkers and friends Kelli and Katie. I was shocked! It took a long time to get there and as I mentioned, the weather was terrible, but they made it out. I couldn't have been happier.
It took me some time to make it around the barrier, return my timing chip, getting the shiny plastic stuff that keeps you warm, and get some Gatorade, but when I did, we got these great pictures.
The rest of the day was a little bit of a blur. I couldn't quite put together full thoughts or kept forgetting names or couldn't think of specific words that I wanted to use. We hung out at the finish celebration for awhile, I got this great picture http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&PWD=&ID=95183338&FROM=photos&BIB=4530 and then Steph and Amanda helped me carry my stuff home so that we could go and enjoy lunch at Lauriol Plaza. Jess even joined us.
The rest of my day and the next day is pretty boring. There was a lot of stretching and napping. I wasn't too sore, but really tired. Almost immediately after I finished the race, I knew that I would be doing another. It's hard to get over a high like that.
I have a few more thoughts that I want to include on this blog, but I'll save that for a final post.
Finally, it was 8:48am. That's 20 minutes after my scheduled start time, but again, the entire race was delayed due to the rain. I stood with a large group of women, 30-34, all of us wore dark green swim caps, and most of us were in wetsuits. Nothing really seemed too scary at that point. I knew what I had to do. I wasn't going to quit and (quite possibly most importantly) I knew that I was capable of finishing the entire thing.
As we made our way down to the dock, there was a lot of excitement. We all started joking with each other, clapping, letting out shouts. It was exciting!
I had no fear jumping into the Potomac this time. When the horn/gun/whatever that sound was went off, I just started swimming. There were arms and legs and commotion everywhere. I tried to just keep my stroke strong and remember to site.
The first 400 meters went by so quickly. The course was shaped like the Washington Monument, so it came to a point on one edge. (I really thought it was pretty lame, but the announcer kept pointing it out.) Right before I got to the "point" I swam under Memorial Bridge. I tried to take a minute and look at the underside of the bridge. I remember thinking, how many people don't get to see the bridge from this angle and how many people and cars have crossed that bridge. It was a pretty cool moment.
Once I turned the corner at the 600 meter mark, I started to notice that I was mostly still with the dark green caps. Thank goodness! I started to notice a few orange caps which was the wave ahead of us. However, that group contained women in their 50s or 60s, so I was mostly impressed that they were taking on the challenge of a triathlon. There also started to be a few blue caps around me, being from the wave after me. Oh well, can't beat everyone.
The back stretch wasn't so bad, but I started to get bored. For instance, there was a woman that kept running into me. I nicknamed her "the tank." (To be fair, I might have been running into her, but it's easier to think that I was the one swimming in a straight line.) I did get kicked in the face. It only knocked at my goggles a little and let in some water. Luckily, it was not a big deal.
Here are some photos from the swim, again compliments of Steph.
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| It wasn't nearly as chaotic as it looks. |
When I had gotten into the water, I kind of had to go to the bathroom. I decided that I would follow the advice of more seasoned triathletes and just go in the river. So as I got to the last 100 meters I realized that it was now or never if I was going to wet myself. Sadly, I couldn't do it. I don't know if it was psychological or if it's just too hard to keep kicking your legs and pee at the same time, but I got to the swim out without having relieved myself. (I apologize to my mother for admitting that on the Internet.)
I got out of the water with no problem and was easily able to pull down my wet suit to my waist and start jogging to transition. My cap and goggles didn't want to come off so easily and you can see a great picture of it here: http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&ID=95140254&FROM=photos&BIB=4530
I swear, I didn't feel as exhausted as I look here: http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&PWD=&ID=95154061&FROM=photos&BIB=4530
They had a light sprayer set up. The idea was that it would lightly rinse you off before transition. However, at this point, I think the rain was coming down harder than the mister, so it didn't really matter. It did make for a great photo op that Steph managed to catch.
By this point, transition was mostly a mud field. As I ran to my bike, I think I saw a few men who were already finished. That was a bit disheartening.
I got to my bike, peeled off my wetsuit, and put on my bike helmet. I grabbed my extra towel and started to dry my feet prior to putting on my socks. However, I quickly realized that at that second, there was absolutely nothing in my life that was dry. So instead, I just wiped off the mud and put on my socks and shoes. I decided to skip the sunglasses since 1) it was pretty dark and 2) they would just get rained on and that could make it harder to see. As I was putting on my gloves (because I'm kind of a wimp and can't ride more than 10 miles without them) I realized that I had been in transition for what felt like a really really long time. I grabbed by bike and started jogging out of transition.
This picture http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&PWD=&ID=95178682&FROM=photos&BIB=4530 makes it look like I was walking, but I swear I was jogging!
Before the mount line, I heard someone call my name and saw my former TNT staff person and new colleague at work. It was SO GOOD to see friendly faces.
Once I got on my bike and started pedaling, things went really well. I consistently passed a few people and a few passed me, but I felt like I was keeping a really good pace. My rate of pedaling was steady and I was able to shift with no problem. (Thanks to the guy from the Bike Lane.) Our course was somewhat narrow in some places, which made me really nervous about the no drafting rule and trying to pass. I didn't see any crashes, but apparently there were a few.
We biked to Maryland, almost to 495. It went by so fast! As I was riding, I couldn't tell if it was raining, there was water dripping off of me, off of other people, or if water was being kicked up from other bikers. Needless to say, it was just wet, Wet, WET!
For the parts of the ride in DC, it was so awesome to go through stop lights and ride through the tunnel on the Whitehurst Freeway. Again, I started thinking about how few people had the opportunity to see everything from this angle.
One of the most amusing parts of the bike ride was seeing those riders who had flats. Not the people who were changing their tubes, but rather, the people who were unable to fix their bikes on the course and had resorted to picking up their bikes and running with them back to transition. That's a real triathlete.
During the bike, there were so many great people, just out on the streets, or on walks, that happened to see our race. I loved it when people would stop, clap, and call out "Good job, bikers!" It was so encouraging.
Here are links to two of the photos that the pros took:
http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&PWD=&ID=95197724&FROM=photos&BIB=4530
http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&ID=95207128&FROM=photos&BIB=4530
When I got close to transition, I noticed that everyone was doing stuff. I looked around me and tried to think about what I should be doing. Then I realized that they were all un-clipping and and unfastening their shoes. Seeing as I was too uncoordinated to wear biking shoes and clip in, I really had nothing to be doing.
I was so excited when I got back to transition! I knew that I was done with two-thirds of the race and although I am not a strong runner, I would get through the rest of this. I was even willing to walk the entire 10k. However, I quickly remembered that my socks and shoes were soaked completely through to the skin. I was about to "run" 6 plus miles in wet shoes and socks. Awesome.
I can't lie. The run was a-w-f-u-l. Terrible. I hate it. HATED. IT.
It was within the first mile, that I heard someone call my name and shout out encouragement. It was my old friend Amanda, standing in the rain as a volunteer. Again, it was seeing a familiar face, smiling at me and cheering me on, that really kept me going.
Just after passing mile one, I let myself walk for about 45 seconds. In terms of breathing and overall energy, I felt pretty good. But my shins, ankles, feet...pretty much everything below my knees hurt. Now, I know that some of this was because I need new running shoes. I realized that I needed new shoes about a week before the race. I thought that running with old shoes would be the lesser evil when compared to running with new shoes. I'm not so sure I made the right decision.
There were several things that were great about the course of this run. First, there was water and Gatorade every mile. Even if I didn't need any hydration or nutrition, it made for a fun game trying to get it. If I only took a few sips and dumped the rest on myself, it was still awesome. Next, there are always interesting people on the mall. On Sunday, September 12th, there happened to be a lot of Tea Partiers invading the mall. We ran straight down 14th to Constitution and they stood there and stared at us like some kind of freak show. (The annoying thing about these people and tourists in general is their inability to judge time and space. So as the triathletes ran down 14th and the tourists tried to cross 14th, there was the constant risk of a collision. They crossed the street so slowly and without regard for the fact that people were running a race!)
The course took me down and around Haines Point. I had to pause and tighten my shoe laces in the hopes that it would help the pain in my feet. My socks and shoes were still soaking wet. Haines Point is actually a beautiful run. It's nice and flat. There were a few people here and there, cheering.
I really loved that anytime I passed (which didn't happen often) or was passed (which happened quite frequently) by anyone else wearing a TNT tri suit, there was an automatic greeting of "Go Team!" It was a wonderful distraction and an excellent way to encourage and be encouraged.
Here's a few photos of me on the run.
http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&ID=95206133&FROM=photos&BIB=4530
http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&ID=95168151&FROM=photos&BIB=4530
http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&PWD=&ID=95203094&FROM=photos&BIB=4530
In these pictures, you can tell as I get closer to the finish line because my smile gets bigger, and bigger and BIGGER.
Right around mile 6, I saw two of our coaches and my TNT staff person. They just started shouting. I got a high five and kept running.
It's hard to describe the scene and the feeling for the last mile. There were a lot of people around. Some were there to cheer us on and others were also racers, who had completed the event and made their way back to cheer on those of us who hadn't finished yet.
As I got closer to the finish line, I could not keep the smile off of my face. Not only was I guaranteed to finish this thing (that I wasn't sure I could,) but there were so many people lining the streets. Even though none of these people knew me, they would make eye contact with me, shout encouragement to me, cheer me on to the finish line. How could I not smile in that circumstance?
As I got to the finish line, I felt like I was going to start crying. (In retrospect, I think I was too dehydrated to cry much.) Here's me crossing the finish line: http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&PWD=&ID=95150480&FROM=photos&BIB=4530 and http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&ID=95158807&FROM=photos&BIB=4530.
As I walked from the finish line, I got my bottle of water and more importantly, my finishers medal. I heard shouts to my right and it was my wonderful friends Steph (from earlier) and Amanda. They cheered and hugged me and I thought they might want to cry with me. It was so wonderful that my friends were willing to come out in terrible weather, sit on a wet curb, and cheer me on across the finish line.
I went to walk around the barrier to talk to Steph and Amanda and right in front of me were my coworkers and friends Kelli and Katie. I was shocked! It took a long time to get there and as I mentioned, the weather was terrible, but they made it out. I couldn't have been happier.
It took me some time to make it around the barrier, return my timing chip, getting the shiny plastic stuff that keeps you warm, and get some Gatorade, but when I did, we got these great pictures.
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| I don't look so good, but I was on SUCH a high. |
The rest of the day was a little bit of a blur. I couldn't quite put together full thoughts or kept forgetting names or couldn't think of specific words that I wanted to use. We hung out at the finish celebration for awhile, I got this great picture http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_photo.asp?EVENTID=60074&PWD=&ID=95183338&FROM=photos&BIB=4530 and then Steph and Amanda helped me carry my stuff home so that we could go and enjoy lunch at Lauriol Plaza. Jess even joined us.
The rest of my day and the next day is pretty boring. There was a lot of stretching and napping. I wasn't too sore, but really tired. Almost immediately after I finished the race, I knew that I would be doing another. It's hard to get over a high like that.
I have a few more thoughts that I want to include on this blog, but I'll save that for a final post.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Race Weekend Part II or RACE DAY!
Sunday, September 12th
I woke up briefly at 3:00 AM. Otto and I walked to the kitchen to make sure his food and water were still there. (They always are, but we still check.) I went back to sleep.
My alarm went off at 4:30 AM. I have never been good at packing in advance. But, when I have enough time, I can be quite efficient packing in the morning. It's true for any trip. So even though my bathroom looked like this on Saturday night, I had my lists and was in a good position to have everything ready.
Transition did stay open for an extra 20 minutes and during that time, the rain lightened to a mild mist. However, that did nothing for my already soaked transition towel. You can't see it very well in this picture, but every single item in this photo was wet, wet, wet. I did have enough forethought to cover my shoes and socks with a plastic bag, but more about that later.
I woke up briefly at 3:00 AM. Otto and I walked to the kitchen to make sure his food and water were still there. (They always are, but we still check.) I went back to sleep.
My alarm went off at 4:30 AM. I have never been good at packing in advance. But, when I have enough time, I can be quite efficient packing in the morning. It's true for any trip. So even though my bathroom looked like this on Saturday night, I had my lists and was in a good position to have everything ready.I looked outside. It was raining. Well, it wasn't so much raining as it was misting. Everything just looked damped. I really didn't think it would be so bad. I would be wet for the swim and a good portion of the bike, so why did it really matter? Ignorance really can be bliss.
So here's what getting ready involved:
- Getting "dressed" in my tri suit. (But first, I had to apply body glide to any part of skin that would touch my wet suit or a seam on my wetsuit or tri suit or any part of skin that might touch any other piece of skin. This means I was pretty much covering myself in body glide.)
- Packing up my mostly dried wetsuit with cap and goggles.
- Applying sunscreen to my face. (Little did I know how unnecessary that effort was.)
- Packing 1 towel to lay all of my stuff for transition on and a smaller towel to wipe off my feet during T-1.
- Tucking my running shoes and favorite socks in my bag.
- Putting a change of clothes (pants, t-shirt, hat) into a plastic bag and packing it into my larger bag.
- Filling 3 bottles of water (2 for the bike, 1 extra) and adding them to my bag.
- Adding body glide, powder, 2 gels, nutrition bar, and chomps to my bag.
- Layering an extra t-shirt and jacket on top of tri suit.
- Packing my helmet and sunglasses. (Again, the ridiculousness of sunglasses wouldn't strike me until later.)
- Eating some low fat cottage cheese, plain oatmeal with some frozen mixed berries mixed in. (The entire time I was getting ready, I considered making coffee. I really wish I had just committed and made the darn coffee.)
After all of this, I put on my flip flops, told Otto to wish me luck and headed out the door.
When I first got outside, there was a gentle mist floating through the air. It felt good. As I walked toward West Potomac Park, there was a guy a couple of feet behind me who was obviously also on his way to compete in the triathlon. We struck up a very nice conversation. His name was John. He was an attorney from New York and this was definitely not his first tri. As we walked, the rain started coming down, harder and harder. By the time I got to transition, it was raining.
I picked up my timing chip, strapped it to my leg, and went to re-find my bike. Everything seemed so clear and easy. I was no longer nervous about the race. There was nothing else that I could do to prepare physically. I only had the things that I brought with me. It was time to put four months of training into action.
By now, the time was about 6:00 AM. It was raining a full-on, going to soak everything on this green earth kind of a rain. I wasn't completely sure what to do. In theory, I should be setting up my transition, but the sooner I did that, the sooner everything I had with me would be soaked. So I just stood there. I chatted with the women around me. And we stood there getting wet. The woman next to me told me that while she was in the port-a-potty, it was warm, dry, and didn't stink yet. She thought of staying in there until the rain stopped, but decided that would be selfish and a little bit ridiculous. Transition was supposed to close at 6:55 AM, so by 6:40, I finally bit the bullet and just set-up all of my stuff in the pouring rain.
They had been announcing that the start of the first swim wave (which was scheduled for 7:00 AM) had been pushed back 15-20 minutes but it was still unclear if transition would stay open for longer. So there everything sat, in the rain, getting wetter.
Transition did stay open for an extra 20 minutes and during that time, the rain lightened to a mild mist. However, that did nothing for my already soaked transition towel. You can't see it very well in this picture, but every single item in this photo was wet, wet, wet. I did have enough forethought to cover my shoes and socks with a plastic bag, but more about that later. The extra t-shirt that I was wearing (and planning to wear prior to my swim wave in order to stay warm) was completely soaked and useless at this point. I donned by wetsuit in an effort to stay warm and headed out of transition as it was about to close.
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| Transition in the misty morning. |
I ran into my new TNT friend Teresa. She was eating her breakfast consisting of two hot dog buns and a banana. Why? Because that's the breakfast she ate every Saturday during training. It worked fine for four months of training, so would she have changed for race day?
We stood in line for the port-a-potties and that's where we heard the National Anthem and a few words from Mayor Adrien Fenty who was also competing in the race.
The rest of the hour and twenty-eight minutes before my swim wave was spent trying to stay warm, dodging from tree to tree to avoid the rain, and watching the other swim waves start. That's where the true entertainment of the day was, watching other swimmers. It's amazing how many people can't swim in a straight line AND don't learn to site in open water. We watched one guy swim 50 meters, stop and hang onto the kayak for about 5 minutes. Then he started swimming and from the sidelines, we all cheered. But then we realized that he was definitely not swimming in a straight line and it appeared as though he was swimming straight across the swim course. Finally, I realized that he was swimming to the 100 meter buoy and he proceeded to cling to the buoy for another few minutes. During this time, there were at least another two swim waves that passed. Once he let go of the buoy, he swam another 25 meters or so and again, grabbed on to one of the kayaks. Either this poor man had not done nearly enough training or he was having such significant panic issues that continuing did not seem prudent. I'm not sure if he was finally able to continue or ended up dropping out of the race.
Ok, it was at this point that Teresa (who was in the swim wave after mine) and I realized that we were getting very close to our swim times. We headed up to the swim corrals and I said good-bye and wished Teresa good luck with her race. As I turned to join the ranks of the other dark green capped swimmers, who should I see, but my very dear friend Stephanie. She had made it out, early in the morning while it was raining to watch me race. I gave her the biggest hug I possibly could without sending her tumbling backwards. It was so good to see someone who was there for me. This picture, the only one of me moments before entering the Potomac is compliments of Steph.
I think this post has been long enough, so I'll save the actual race for tomorrow night.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Race Weekend, Part 1
This weekend was such a wonderful blur! It's hard to separate actual events from emotions, but I'm going to try my hardest to recount the weekend with a little bit of both.
Friday, September 10th
It was a pretty normal day at work, despite the fact that I could not stop thinking or talking about the weekend ahead of me. Luckily, all of my colleagues were very gracious and encouraging.
I ended up staying later at work than I had wanted and didn't make it to packet pick-up at the Washington Hilton until about 6:30pm. The pick-up line and expo area were virtually empty. Apparently, not many people were able to plan ahead.
I did manage to take a pretty good athlete ID picture, if I do say so myself. (Yes, feel free to order prints.) Hopefully, this is as close as I ever get to a mug shot. I also wandered around a bit, checked out some expensive merchandise, sampled some Muscle Milk and picked up my finished t-shirt.
After packet pick-up, I had a wonderful dinner (yum, Ethiopian!) with my old friend Katie. She was so encouraging and supportive. Thanks, Katie! It was a great start to the weekend and with all of that walking, I slept like a rock that night.
Saturday, September 11th
My alarm went off ridiculously early in an attempt to mimick the events on Sunday morning. My first thought: Happy Birthday, Emily! Second thought: Wow, it's been 9 years since 9/11/01. Third thought: Crap, I'm competing in a triathlon tomorrow.
I had some time to kill, so I laid on the couch for a few hours and "rested" my eyes. Then I started making lists. They included: things I would need for that day's bike racking and practice swim, things I would need to do that night, and the things I would need for race day. Making lists relieved some of the anxiety. Maybe I should make lists more often in my normal life.
Ok, so once I'd packed up my cap, goggles, wet suit, towel, change of clothes, bike number, and helmet number, I got into my tri suit, grabbed some water and food, raised the seat on my bike, put on my gloves and helmet and pedaled my way to transition. Yes, all of this was by completed by 11:20 AM.
Once I found transition, got marked with my numbers, and got into transition, it seemed really big and scary.
I'd had some trouble with my back shifter on the way over, but the helpful bike mechanics from the Bike Lane smoothed it out and gave me some tips for the next day.
I had some time to spare before our scheduled swim practice, so I met up with some of my fellow teammates from Team In Training and we proceeded to pose and take some pictures.
After our photography fun, I walked down to the swim area to get a better idea of how terrible the waters of the Potomac were really going to be. Truth be told, it didn't look so bad and there was virtually no smell! (Yes, Lucy. No milfoil.)
Here are a few pics to show how things looked.
Friday, September 10th
It was a pretty normal day at work, despite the fact that I could not stop thinking or talking about the weekend ahead of me. Luckily, all of my colleagues were very gracious and encouraging.
I ended up staying later at work than I had wanted and didn't make it to packet pick-up at the Washington Hilton until about 6:30pm. The pick-up line and expo area were virtually empty. Apparently, not many people were able to plan ahead.
I did manage to take a pretty good athlete ID picture, if I do say so myself. (Yes, feel free to order prints.) Hopefully, this is as close as I ever get to a mug shot. I also wandered around a bit, checked out some expensive merchandise, sampled some Muscle Milk and picked up my finished t-shirt.
After packet pick-up, I had a wonderful dinner (yum, Ethiopian!) with my old friend Katie. She was so encouraging and supportive. Thanks, Katie! It was a great start to the weekend and with all of that walking, I slept like a rock that night.
Saturday, September 11th
My alarm went off ridiculously early in an attempt to mimick the events on Sunday morning. My first thought: Happy Birthday, Emily! Second thought: Wow, it's been 9 years since 9/11/01. Third thought: Crap, I'm competing in a triathlon tomorrow.
I had some time to kill, so I laid on the couch for a few hours and "rested" my eyes. Then I started making lists. They included: things I would need for that day's bike racking and practice swim, things I would need to do that night, and the things I would need for race day. Making lists relieved some of the anxiety. Maybe I should make lists more often in my normal life.
Ok, so once I'd packed up my cap, goggles, wet suit, towel, change of clothes, bike number, and helmet number, I got into my tri suit, grabbed some water and food, raised the seat on my bike, put on my gloves and helmet and pedaled my way to transition. Yes, all of this was by completed by 11:20 AM.
Once I found transition, got marked with my numbers, and got into transition, it seemed really big and scary.
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| Looks good from the front, right? |
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| My bike all racked and ready. |
I had some time to spare before our scheduled swim practice, so I met up with some of my fellow teammates from Team In Training and we proceeded to pose and take some pictures.
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| Demonstrating my skill on the aerobars. |
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| Showing off my sweet muscles and bib number. This pose never gets old. |
Here are a few pics to show how things looked.
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This is the walkway to the swim in.  |
I also have to share a quick picture of these buoys. There were so many comments about their size and quantity. Apparently, most triathlons don't have 10 foot tall buoys marking every 100 meters. (Just for a size comparison, those little dots in the water are the heads of people swimming.) Who knew?
I was excited for my swim practice. I had already done a couple of open water swims, but there was something about the Potomac was particularly terrifying.
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| Wetsuits look good on no one. NO. ONE. |
I only swam for about 400 meters. The first 50, I really thought I was going to vomit. I could only see about 12-15 inches in front of me and I realized that I felt so awful just because I was thinking about how disgusting the river was...but it wasn't! So once I got over the fear of just being in the Potomac river, I calmed down and the swim went really well.
After the day's excitement, I still had to go home, shower and get ready for the Inspiration Dinner. During the dinner, everyone who has participated with that event's Team In Training loads up on carbohydrates and cries. We got to hear the touching story of a little boy from Texas named Gage who was diagnosed with Leukemia and everything that his family had done and all the money they had raised for LLS. It was a sob-fest.
I finally got home around 9:15pm. As I laid down to try and get some sleep, I was really pleased that the day had been so busy. I'm sure that if I hadn't been utterly exhausted, I would not have gotten such a wonderul nights sleep.
Those are the details of Friday and Saturday. I'll share the damp details of race day in part two!
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Almost Go Time
It's the day before the race. I have my lists. I'm rounding up my stuff. I have to rack my bike in a couple of hours and a practice swim later this afternoon. Tonight is the pasta dinner and as much sleep as I can get. There's no turning back now. More to come....
Friday, September 10, 2010
FREAKING OUT
For real, I am perpetually on the verge of a panic attack. I'm getting overly nervous about all of the details and logistics which is causing me to question if I can actually do this darn thing. More later....
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