South Beach Triathlon, June 23, 2012
I have never been to South Haven, so when I saw there was
going to be a tri there, I thought it would be nice time to check it out. My husband Adam signed up too, and so we
drove down the day before to pick up our packets and check out the course.
The morning of the tri was early as usual. We were some of the first to arrive. After
setting up our things it was a long wait to start time. They sent the Olympic distance off first,
which meant I had plenty of time to think about how nervous I was. Only one bathroom break before the race,
which was a victory in itself! I’m
always hungry but can’t seem to eat anything.
So there I was wading in Lake Michigan, waiting to start, hungry with
grumbling stomach, heart rate already over 100.
See? No waves at all! Gorgeous day. |
Finally time to go!
They had all the sprint women in one wave, 88 of us. It was a beach start. The whistle blew and we were running into the
water. It was quite a ways out before it
was deep enough to swim, and by then I had gotten into a bad position almost in
the back of the group. I settled into my
swim, through perfectly calm 66 degree clear water. I could see straight to the bottom, covered
in rippled sand, and I thought, “This is like a Pure Michigan commercial!” I positioned myself a little further out from
the crowd to avoid traffic. It was only
a 500 meter swim and it flew by. Moving
to the outside paid off, I was first out of the water for my age group.
Next came the bike, it started immediately out of transition
with a short but fairly steep uphill. It
was at this time I laid eyes on my first nemesis. You know you all have one during races as
well, someone you keep going back and forth with, your eyes darting immediately
to their calf to see what age group they’re in.
In this case, we will call her Spartan tri suit girl. I ended up passing her and several others on
the bike. It was a fast, flat course
with a tailwind on the way home.
I came back into transition, and as I was hopping off my
bike who pulls up next to me? Spartan
tri suit! ARGH! I run to my rack, fling my bike on it, my
husband arriving at the rack just moments later. I’m off on the run, up that same hill which
magically became steeper since I rode up it.
It was at this time I decided I need to do more brick workouts. I’m completely dead. Sparty was just ahead of me, and now is when
nemesis number 2, yellow-tank-pink-trimmed-shorts, arrives. We battle back and forth, I pass Sparty,
yellow-tank-pink-trimmed-shorts passes me.
Finally I tell myself to get out of my own head, just run my own race
and stop worrying about what anyone else is doing.
At the end of the run, the course went down a set of stairs
from the street to the beach and you had to run in sand to finish the
race. If you weren’t already running on
empty (I was) the sand would surely zap your last bits of energy. I finished feeling happy that I performed the
best I could. The overall results were posted
but no age group so it came as a surprise when they announced I was third place
for my age group. I also found out I was
someone else’s nemesis! I love the
competitive nature of the race, but then everyone is friends afterward, congratulating
each other on a job well done.
Possibly the coolest part of the day was waiting for the
last Olympic racer to finish. We were all gathered around the finish line
for the awards ceremony, which they wouldn’t start until everyone
finished. Here came the last competitor,
a 76 year old lady running through that sand through the finish line looking
like a million bucks. With a smile on
her face.