“I strictly do Iron, but I made an exception since I was on the island.” #thingstrihardssay
Yesterday I got to experience my best workout on the island thus far. I participated in the Block Island Triathlon. I had been going back and forth about if I wanted to do it or not, making up a whole bunch of bogus lazy girl excuses. Thankful I decieded to sign up and spent July training.
I kept myself calm knowing that this was not my first rodeo. I completed a similar sprint tri last summer with success, so how could I have any issues here? Training plan? Run daily, bike almost every-other dayish (does biking to the beach count?) and swim once (yeah not much of a swim fan.) OK, so I ran a lot. I have endurance, that’s what matters. I channel my inner Lohan when I strapped on my Ankle monitor timing chip.
One big difference was that the swim was in open ocean, and that means sand was involved in the tricky transition from the water to bike. I was given the secret trick of having a foot bath at my transition station. It was magic.
As we lined up at the start, they announced the run had been shortened by a ½ mile due to the high tide, as others cheered I silently cursed knowing I needed the run to catch the pack.
The swim was #strugglecity at first with waves just crashing in my adrenalized-pumped face. But I got my bearings and didn’t have to be a washout early on. Triathlons are a special instance where people do not care if they kick you in the face, elbow you out of their way and forget human decency. I do not say this in spite of these situations, I say it because it’s apart of the experience, there is no time for “sorrys” in a Tri. Say the chitchat over post race bananas.
On the bike, I was cruising. Once the elite 50-year-old women passed me (inevitable), I settled into a good cadence. I developed a “catch-me then I catch you” with one other female biker that helped to distract from the miles. The loop was 2, 6-mile trips around the west side of the island. I am proud to say, the male top finisher did not pass me until the SECOND loop! And sounded like a Clydesdale when he did.
Finally, I made it to the run. I had trained on the beach for this part, but I had never considered running without shoes like most people did. I committed to my sneakers and just screamed, “I love it” when the waves crashed high and bogged my Asics. With the run being along the beach with turn a around points, it was fun to make faces at those I was beating (or losing to). Most importantly I was able to check out guys who were beating me, winks were exchanged and extra motivating. Whenever I needed a pick me up, I would cheer at the beach-goers would be then reciprocate the cry.
I surged hard on that run and caught up and passed a lot of women who had previously written me off as I struggled up hills on my bike. I finished in 1:33:43, which put me #3 in my age group, and 17th Female overall. I am pretty proud of my race, and honestly can’t wait to do it again!
As I bike home slowly following the race, Mr. and Mrs. Clydesdale passed me (aka the top finishers of the race) and I overheard a conversation along the lines of “So I was thinking of doing a workout this afternoon”. GTFO, I’m going to the beach and getting ice cream.