First I would just like to say that this was the first out of town race that I actually had people there as a support crew. Two of my friends from my Tri-club had come along to cheer myself and another member on during our racej and I can't tell you how much of a difference it makes knowing there are people there specifically to cheer you on. To Kim and Evan, thank you for coming to support us.
Superfrog 34, a Half Iron Distance race said to be one of the toughest courses in triathlon. 166h 34m 13s-2883.81 Mi cycling, 128h 47m 25s-786.18 Mi running, 22h 51m 52s-75679.41 Yd swimming this year all leading up to this moment. Granted the last few months were pretty much on the down slope as I was suffering from some pretty severe burn out. My volume was ridiculously small in August and September leading up to this race. All I could do is hope that my overall volume and fitness would carry me through to the end...
It's the day before the race and I head down to Coronado early to watch the F1 Triathlon and pick up my race packet. A lovely 2 hour drive later I miss the beginning of the F1 but show up in time to watch the 2nd round as the athletes head back out into the swim. This particular format is a super sprint distance of swim, bike, run, swim, bike, run. http://www.f1tri.com/
After the race is over I mosey on over to pick up my packet and realize that they have me starting in the wrong wave. I was issued a gold cap and am now starting with the pros and elites? I don't usually get too nervous before a race but this meant I was going to start with Lance Armstrong and the media circus that was there to watch him. All I could think about was that every time I'd make a lap the announcer would say, "And there's number 14, James... who? Wow, he must be having a terrible day on the course as he's way behind the rest of the elites!"
Luckily later that night after sharing my living nightmare with my team mates and a couple beers I actually feel a little better. And those of you who know me know that I rarely ever drink these days so these two beers leave me feeling pretty good. We have a great pre-race dinner at Filippi's Pizza Grotto. Wow... the sauce here is amazing. If you ever have a chance to get down to San Diego I highly suggest having dinner here. Just make sure you get there early because it was crowded with a line out the door. Anyways, a nice dinner with friends helps to put me at ease and I head over to my friend's house where I am staying for the night to get some rest.
I can't remember if this is before or after the two beers but I'm obviously feeling a little better.
I wake up early the next morning around 2 am to start my pre-race rituals. I make two cups of coffee while eating some left over lasagna from the night before and get to re-checking my gear. A quick shower and I'm ready to grab my stuff and head out by 4:15 am. It's a fast 20 minute drive to the race site and I'm unloaded and headed into transition. I'm happy to see we have assigned rack spots and I happen to be right in front with Lance Armstrong about 10 feet down the rack from me... Great.
It's about this time that I realize that along with the elites and pros the relay teams will also be going in this wave so it takes some pressure off me mentally. I walk around a bit and check the transition area entrances and exits for each leg. Visualizing how I'm going to handle each transition. I then make my way down the beach to check out the surf as I'm really hoping it's calmer than the day before.
One guy here in the yellow swim cap, arms crossed and the look on his face is saying, "No way am I going out in that!" |
This was one of the toughest swims I've ever done. Trying to swim out in these conditions was pretty difficult. The whole time in my head all I can do is imagine Turtle from, "North Shore" saying, "You gotta duck dive!" the whole time.
Oh and the exit wasn't much easier. Coming back in I was in a pack of about 5 athletes and we're approaching shore when a wave crushes us from behind. I have never felt panic like that on a swim. The shear force of the wave was intense. While I survive the onslaught it sends a tremble of fear through me. Once I make it back to shore for this two lap swim, the only thought in my head is, "I have to do that again?"
The entire second lap all I can think about is the exit and finally getting out of the water for good and onto the bike. I'm happy to say the second exit ended up not being nearly as bad as I was much more cautious this time.
Swim: 41:55 - Not even close to my fastest swim times, but for the difficulty of this swim I'm just glad I finished.
The bike portion of this race is where I'm most comfortable. My transition goes smoothly (I still need to learn how to mount with my shoes on the bike) and I'm out on the course in 1:56, one of my faster transitions ever.
One of the advantages of going out with the elite wave is the earlier start time. By the time I make it on the bike course it's still early and the wind which is notorious on this course has not yet manifested itself and luckily won't show up until the backside of my three out of four laps. I'm finishing up lap two when I finally see my friend Delia on the bike. This is quite a relief as she isn't the strongest swimmer and I was really hoping she had made it through. She was a real trooper and kicked much butt through out this race. The only other real noteworthy event is that Lance Armstrong laps me before I finish my first lap.
Bike: 02:47:20 - 20 mph average over 56 miles, I will definitely take it.
T2 goes similar to T1, smooth. I'm out of my bike shoes coming down the chute and make a fantastic dismount and run barefoot into my rack. The only thing I think I could have done is washed some of the sand off my feet and put on socks. This will come back to haunt me later... T2 2:26 seconds because I had to stop and pee before I left T2 (seriously that was probably about 2 minutes of peeing)
The run... One word, "BRUTAL." Everyone, even Lance says afterwards that this was one of the hardest runs he's ever had to do. Previous years say that the course is 6 miles of soft sand running. Earlier this year they announce a course change with only 2 miles of soft sand going out, and the return 2 miles coming back in. All I can think is, "YES!" 4 miles of soft sand sounds great! Not so much. I start off the run thinking to take it easy the first 2 miles of sand and then pick it up a bit once I get to the trail portion of the course. Mile 2 passes and I don't see the end of the sand in site and I have to admit it is a little disheartening but I continue with my slog through the sand keeping around a 10-11mm pace at this point.
I finally make it through the first sand portion which ended up being just under 3 miles and onto the trail. I pick up the pace just a tad here going about 9:30mm for the next 2 miles. And then I fall apart. My legs die on me right about here and at the same time I start to develop blisters from all the sand in my shoes and cuts all around my left ankle from the sand that has gotten stuck to the rim of my shoe. with the discomfort of the blisters and cuts and the fatigue on top, I start to go 5 minutes of jogging/ 1 minute of walking just to try and gather myself up and it seems to be working. It's about mile 6 or 7 when another friend shows up behind me cheering me on and trying to get me to pick up the pace and finish strong. I'm able to pick it up for a bit but in the end I think this actually hurts me more as I'm running much faster than I should be and expending a lot of energy. I eventually have to tell him to go on without me and I try to go back to my 5/1 ratio. At this point everyone is passing me. We hit mile 9 and we're headed back onto the sand and I hear the guy in front of me ask the volunteer, "How much in sand?" She answers, "About 4 miles" 4 miles!? It was supposed to be 4 miles of sand running total, and now I need to do 4 MORE miles in sand? My heart just drops out of my chest and at this point it's all I can do to just shuffle through. The sand continues to rip into my feet I can see blood soaking the rim of my shoe from the open cuts. All I can think is, "If I can do "X" minute mile pace I can finish in under 6 hours..."
I try to slog it out but it's no use as that pace just isn't sustainable for me and I don't have anything left in my legs. I finally get out to some hard packed sand as the tide has gone out and still shuffle along about 12mm pace. I'm about a 1/4 mile out when I see my friends running from the corner of my eye to come cheer me on. This gives me the little boost I need to finish strong and I pick it and try to put on a happy face as I trudge down the finish chute.
Run: 2:38:09 - My slowest half marathon, half iron distance run. I survived but definitely wasn't pretty.
Overall time: 06:11:46 ten minutes faster than my last Half Iron and this was on a much harder course. I'll take it. Ranked 40th in my AG, 219 overall.
I know this is a long recap but it was definitely the hardest race I've ever done. For those of you who actually read the entire thing, this is your reward. A little Nopal Gangam Style.