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I FINALLY hit my goal of sub six in a half iron distance triathlon. The end.
So…I can retire from triathlon now, right? Ha. Just kidding. Sort of. No, but really.
I love triathlon, I can’t wait to recover and get back to training for my next goal!
Whimsical blog version:
Not knowing where to start with this recap, I read my pre-race post to see where my head was at going into the race. This sentence stands out to me:
“I want to improve and see all my hard work shine on the clock, but want to race happy too”
Excuse me for a moment while I take down the highlight reel….the honest truth about this entire weekend in Door County was that it wasn’t happy. I was so full of anxiety, stress, and self-induced pressure it wasn’t enjoyable. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not good at traveling for races, which induced more anxiety knowing that I’m traveling to Chicago this coming weekend for a half marathon, and then Ohio the following weekend for another 70.3. Ooof, what have I gotten myself into?
Door County is where tourists migrate. Restaurants are impossible to get into. I stayed at an Air bnb/Bed in Breakfast and we didn’t have kitchen access to make our own meals. Finding good, nutritious, regular-to-me food was stressful and challenging. FREE IDEA–someone open a Whole Foods in the area! Please!
Putting the happy-reel back on, if I were to do this again next year I would go up on Saturday instead of Friday to have one less day of nutrition hunting.
Pre-race truth-bomb aside, here’s how my race went:
Swim: 37:28, 1:47/100
Best water conditions I imagine this race will ever have. Flat, calm, not too cold, not too warm, just perfect! I seeded myself perfectly and had plenty of space around me. No bumping into others, no punches in the head, no grabs onto my ankles…It was a PR in swim joy.
Gear: Longsleeve wetsuit, Roka R1 goggles
Fuel: Granola & almond milk 2 hours before my wave start, Bai coconut water
Bike: 3:00:39, 18.7mph
Eighty degrees, sunny skies, light headwind heading into Sturgeon Bay…ideal! I started strong, faded a little, then got more excited when I got into out and back, lollipop portions of the course. In the last few miles I thought I might be able to squeak in under three hours but missed it by 39 seconds. My sub-six goal for the ride was 3:10!
Fuel: Welches fruit snacks, Base salt, Tailwind, Nutroll candy bar
Run: 2:14:39, 10:17 minute mile
Notice the quick T2 time? That’s because I forgot to grab my Base salt and Gu for the run. That was my first mistake. My second mistake? I’m not sure. I ran two strong miles and then blew up, full on walk oh-shit-I-am-done mode. It was hot, which I generally don’t mind. I’ve run stronger in worse humidity in training. All I could do was run/walk, not even thinking about my sub-six goal. Around mile five I walked a few minutes with a teammate who graciously gave me two of his enduralyte pills.
At mile seven I looked at the total time on my Garmin which read 4:56. Delirious I thought, “I can’t run seven miles in an hour and four minutes!” and gave up. For the next few minutes I was chugging along, doing poor triathlon math and then realized OH I CAN RUN SIX MILES IN AN HOUR AND FOUR MINUTES, GO!!
I took off. Fast. Purposeful. Nine-minute miles. Where were those splits in the first half of the run? It didn’t matter. I followed a girl in a black and blue tri kit. She slowed to a walk and complimented my pace. I told her I was following her and she should start running again. She did.
I ran as fast and purposeful as I could until the very steep bluff at mile 9. My heart rate skyrocketed just walking it. I didn’t look at my watch until mile 10. It read 5:25.
YOU CAN RUN THREE MILES IN 35 MINUTES.
DON’T MESS THIS UP.
DO NOT MISS YOUR GOAL BY ONE MINUTE.
DO NOT MISS YOUR GOAL BY 10 SECONDS.
Maybe I respond better to negative reinforcement?
I continued to follow the girl in the black and blue tri kit. It was so hot and awful on top of the bluff. The false flats felt like mountains. I had to stop to walk a couple of times. The entire last three miles were a nail-biter. Coming down the bluff back to the finish the last number I saw on my Garmin was 5:54. I didn’t trust it. Surely I had hit start at the wrong time? Something got miscalculated. Nail. Biter.
After crossing the finish my Garmin read 5:55. I still didn’t believe it. I had to go to the results tent to get my ticket printed to make sure. It read 5:55:44!!
This has been a goal of mine since January 2016. Two years of stumbling, coming close, coming not-so-close, and then finally getting my shit together with better choices and habits. Nothing about it was easy. I’ll proudly call my journey to achieving this goal a total shit-show. That shit-show paved the way to today!
Grateful for the support of Coeur Sports who makes me feel like the best version of myself in the most beautiful, comfortable triathlon clothing out there!
“Know what you want to do, hold the thought firmly, & do every day what should be done, & every sunset will see you that much nearer your goal.” -Elbert Hubbard