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Yes, before you ask, I decided to do an Xterra Triathlon 7 weeks out from Ironman Texas. It may seem a little crazy to some, but to be very honest, anyone who knows me would not have been surprised I decided to throw this little gem into my training mix. You see I love to race and well technically I actually didn’t even sign myself up for this race. Someone who shall remain unnamed (Travis Beam) signed me up! Who needs enemies when you have friends who sign you up for an Xterra when you’ve only been on a mountain bike once in 9(ish) years. He knew I wasn’t lying either when I pulled out my mountain biking shoes and they looked like something that could go in a cycling museum.
So maybe luckily for me 2 days out from the race start the weather had not played in our favour and the ride was changed to a mountain bike on the road. This took away a little of the worry over mountain biking in a race format, but I was still going to have to work hard on the road on a mountain bike.
Race morning started with a light drizzle, but luckily slightly warmer temps. The water though was still pretty chilly and to be honest I wasn’t looking forward to it. However I knew it was only for about 10mins so just got over myself and got in for a little warm up. After a short race briefing it was 1,2,3 GO! and we were off. I felt ok for the first 50 meters then got stuck between two guys who were trying to turn me into a wetsuit sandwich. I had to navigate around the side of them and by that time I started to feel a bit rough…Like freaking out, I don’t wanna do this, rough. I just kept telling myself, it’s only 800m just do it. After going a little further to the right on my second lap than I expected I saw that red muddy bottom on was on my way into T1.
So this is when the frezzingness (I know it’s not a word!) hit me. My feet were totally numb, my hands weren’t much better, and this made for one of my worst exits from a wetsuit ever. I just couldn’t get the thing off, it was like it was literally stuck to me. Finally after some wiggling and pulling and grunting I got it off, grabbed the bike and was on my way. The bike leg was relatively uneventful other than a marker on who was in front of me and who was behind me. There was one group of about 5 men who were lucky enough to get in a draft, but the rest of us just hammered it out solo. I was in 2nd at this stage and I made a decision that I was not going to be 3rd. I put my head down and went for it, just like I would in a road tri. It paid off and I had the fastest bike split of the women. Not quite enough for me to catch 1st place, but enough for me to get a lead on 3rd going into the run.
Back into T2, fastest transition this time and up the hill for about a 1 mile run to the start of the trail. I knew I had to take advantage of the road as I would be slower on the trails so pushed pretty hard on this section. The trail was nice, very loopy, not too many long straight sections, and a pretty slippery muddy section at the back side. It was 2 loops and that made it great to be able to see some other athletes on the run. Best part was other athletes coming across me as they were exiting the trail and giving me a heads-up on how close 3rd place female was to me. This was the motivation I needed to dig a bit deeper to make sure I didn’t get overtaken.
It definitely wasn’t a race for the faint hearted, I’m so glad I did it though and already looking forward to the next one.
Swim 800m: 10.55
Ride 26.5km: 5835
Run 8Km: 46.40
2nd Place overall Female!
So – now I need to get back to training for Ironman Texas…less than 7 weeks away..
Mentally I had prepared myself for the possibility of a hot race at the inaugural Challenge Dubai. What I had not prepared for or expected was the extremely windy conditions which I woke up to Friday morning. As I walked to the transition area the wind was unbelievable, flags and signs where blowing in all directions and I felt a sense foreboding – dreading to imagine what the sea would be like.
There was a lot of tension and anxiety at transition, high winds can send you a bit mad as everything was blowing every where and I could hardly hear myself think. A short walk to the beach confirmed my suspicions that the seas would be rough. The swim course had already been changed to account for the rough seas and was now a 2 loop course. There wasn’t the normal excitement on the beach, this had been replacement for most people by shear terror at getting into the salt water washing machine that awaited. As usual before I knew it I was somehow in my wetsuit and standing on the beach looking out to the first buoy that all of a sudden seemed so far away – contemplating my race.
Bang – next minute I was diving into, under and over waves. I imagined that this would only be like this for a few 100 meters and then calm down. I was wrong. The swell and waves continued to beat against my head and left side for the 350 meters till the first buoy. At times I would sight and couldn’t even see the buoy due to the swell. I just tried to keep swimming, and to keep the saltwater out of my mouth. I’m not going to lie, I had a few moments where I was starting to get a bit freaked out – mostly as I started to feel a slightly sea sick. This passed though and before I knew it I had reached the first turn and the waves were not quite as bad heading horizontal to the shoreline and on the way back in, for the most part they were not quite as rough. I did have to do it all again though – it was actually quite hard to come out of the ocean and then get back in to conditions like that. The second loop was no different to the first, and I was more than relieved when I started to head back in to shore. Happy to have finished the swim in 37 mins considering the conditions, but already wondering what the bike leg was going to be like.
Transition was quick and I was on my bike in no time. I felt pretty good and settled in to the bike straight away. I could immediately feel the tail wind, and decided to go as hard as I could while it was behind me – I knew it wouldn’t last. The first 50km’s (31mi) were reasonably nice and I was averaging between 36/38kmph (22/23mph). There were a few turns that took us into the head wind which got me a bit worried about the 40kms (25mi) back into transition. I reached the turn around and was feeling very solid, and happy with the time I had made up on the bike. Then BOOM – the headwind hit me like a freight train. I wasn’t expecting it to be quite that strong. My average pace dropped significantly – I felt like I was pushing up hill and struggled to find the right gear to not be grinding but still be moving. The gusts of wind were hitting the bike so hard I had to come up out of aero at times just to stay upright. I heard later that the winds were combing through at up to 50kmph (31mph). It was like this with no break for about 40kms (25mi). At this stage I didn’t know it but I was in 3rd and had been following 2nd place for quite some time. She seemed to have a lot more power and endurance for the headwind section and pulled away out of sight. I managed to pass a few other people and not get passed again – with about 20kms (12.5mi) to go I started to mentally come undone. I was getting frustrated with the constant wind, and sand in my face. I felt awful and grumpy and just wanted to get off the bike. It took a lot of strength to keep pushing those last km’s and I really wondered what I had left in me for the run leg.
Another quick transition thanks to some great local girls in the changing tent to got my shoes on for me, cap on my head, drink and off I went. Legs felt pretty good and I decided to try and hold a just above a 5min/km pace (8min/mi). I was determined to break the 1hour50min mark for my run time, and I felt like given the time I lost on the other 2 legs today I was gonna just go for it. I had nothing to loose. I settled into about a 5.05min/km pace and just held it there. 5km down, pace still on, 10km down, pace still on, 15km down pace still on, time to pick it up a bit. I dug a bit deeper and tried my hardest to get a sub 5min/km pace going. I had a guy on my tail who I could hear running about the same pace as me and as he passed me with 2km to go I decided to go with him – it worked and I was able to hold on, sprint out the finish and get a flat 1hour45min run. I had unfortunately dropped from 3rd to 5th place on the run when 2 women in my age group flew past me – I couldn’t have been happier with my run time and truly couldn’t have given it any more. The swim and bike were another story and I wonder if I had not lost the mental edge on the bike maybe I would have had a bigger lead on these girls and held my spot – who knows. That’s racing right?
The next best part after crossing the finish line is then getting to be there when my friends and teammates come through the finish line. It’s always a celebration and a special moment to share, especially with the first timers! Great to be there with some amazing FitChicks who amaze and inspire me with their dedication and hard work!
Will I be back for Challenge Dubai 2016 – heck yeah, it was a great race in an awesome city.. and I want to do this race without the wind!
I want to thank my coach who has taken me from “an ok ” triathlete to someone who now believes anything is possible. Liam Bromilow www.t3coaching.com.au you rock and I couldn’t do this without you! Amanda Borlotti – seriously I can see us as old ladies and still doing this together, the races mean so much more when you’re there! Luis Quiñones – thanks for creating team OnEndurance – seriously meeting you guys changed my life!
Now on to Ironman Texas – 9 weeks to go!
So I had a bit of a hiatus from writing/rambling about my TriLife. I’m back now and hopefully you’ll be hearing from me a whole lot more as I make my journey to my first full Ironman in Texas on the 16th May 2015! I’m going to kick of my return to blogging with my top 5 “Yep – I’m a triathlete” moments.
Triathlon is the weirdest sport ever. I mean why on earth would you swim, then in your wet clothes get on a bike and ride in a circle back to where you swam, then after that run in another circle back to where you swam in the first place! Not too mention the countless hours of training that you did, just so that you could do that! And all for what, a medal and a t-shirt (do not kid yourself that the t-shirt was free by the way).
But we still do it right? For me, I don’t really care about the medal, or the shirt, or even sometimes my race time…I just love the feeling of accomplishment when I cross that line. When the realization of what I have achieved and conquered hits me – it gets me every time.
Along the way though there are so many things that happen to test out your commitment to this sport.
Below are my top 5 moments where you’ll really find out just how committed you are to triathlon and your training:
1. Good hair days:You wake up and your hair is just awesome, then you see your coach has scheduled a swim session – you do it anyway.
2. Water Bottles that are out to ruin your life: We all have that one water bottle that constantly leaks, and it always seems to be the one that you grab when you’re rushing out the door to train, only to find later that it has leaked all over your dry clothes and you end up having to drive home in wet undies.
3. Getting Dirty: There always comes a point where the amount of training you are doing is more than the amount of training clothes you have. You can do the math on how that works out.
4. You’re really gonna eat that?: Some days things get desperate on the nutrition side. I’m not gonna lie I have eaten some things out of the bottom of my gym bag or out of the back of my cycle top that where probably no longer fit for human consumption.
5. Please don’t stop the music: Weather is bad, you jump on the treadmill to start that killer 1 hour tempo work out. Water bottle, towel, and of course some good tunes ready to get you through the dreadmill. 5 minutes in, battery goes dead on the iPod… that means you have 55minutes of listening to yourself breath (puff, gasp, etc) and that awful gym background music.
The things we go through for triathlon……
Stick around..I’m off to Dubai next week in preparation for Challenge Dubai 70.3. Once thats done, I start my big training block for Ironman Texas on the 16th May!
So what the heck am I talking about. Well it kind of goes like this.
Girls decides to do a triathlon, doesn’t do particularly well but feels the coolest she has in years. Girl gets addicted to triathlon, buys all the gear along with a ridiculously expensive bike and colour coordinating kit and helmet. Girl signs up for a 70.3 after only doing 2 sprint triathlons. Girl does well. Girl gets an online coach and goes to Australia for 2 months – trains like a beast. Girl starts doing some races and gets on the podium twice. Girl gets cocky – thinks she’s awesome. Girl moves to the USA. Girl falls apart, gets injuries, falls off bike while stationary – and then has the biggest crash for absolutely no good reason – breaking favourite (and expensive) Fluro Pink Rudy Project Helmet and obtaining a concussion.
So is that the end of the story – no way.
After “the crash” I had to take 2 full days off training and maintain a pretty low heart rate for about a week to ensure that I was fully recovered from my mild concussion. I think this was the rest I was needing and I bounced back in to my training with enthusiasm and energy for the last 12 days. I have had some of the best session so far and am feeling quite good (considering). Wish I didn’t need to bang my head to get this outcome – oh well.
I now have just under 3 weeks till Eagleman 70.3. Realistically the likelihood of me showing up to that race as well conditioned and prepared as I was for Abu Dhabi International in March aren’t great. But I have luckily been able to test my mental toughness over the last 8 weeks, and with a few ups and downs I have managed to keep going and keep trying and to stay strong.
It’s not the fall that defines you, it’s how well you recover and get back up from the falls and set-backs that we all face from time to time. I think this has been a great lesson that will only make my triathlon racing better. Hopefully next time I don’t need to hit my head quite that hard to realise when I need some rest and recovery time.
Keeping Tri’ing Chicks x