WARNING: Very long race report. But, if you are reading this I assume that you are an endurance athlete and because of that you are also not just skilled at swim/bike/run but perhaps you can sit and read boring reports for hours on end. Sound thrilling? If not, forgive me. You are the unintended beneficiary of reading something that I just wrote after emerging from the fog of 5 days of painkillers + serious sinus surgery + a cup of grande coffee from starbucks!!!!

My tour guide for the weekend - Greg BennettWell, actually... not the whole weekend but he helped me find my way to packet pick up!
The race weekend started off eventful as usual. Never try something new race week, but given my sinus issues (coming off 8th infection for the year) I was willing to put up with an impromptu conference call with my mom's manicurist who promised a sure fire remedy for killing my sinus infection prior to my race. Note: I would never try anything this stupid but I wasn't going to start antibiotics/tons of cold medicine right before the race which would have made it even worse ya know?
This was the surefire remedy: Youse mix Wodka with owive oil she told me. Huh? I said. Wodka! She yelled, in her thick Russian accent. WODKA! A shawt glass mixed with half of each and squirt zeet up youse nose! It kills ze sinus infection! But just a little a dwop of each, not too much or zeet burns really bad!
36 hours later I re-shelved the vodka bottle, a little worried and convinced I was crazy. Did it work? I don't know, but I did feel better race day! Ok, so does that top your all time crazy stunts to pull off race week?
I really enjoyed Austin 70.3 It is a well run race, and despite the numerous potholes on the road (I think unavoidable in cattle country) and a fair amount of congestion/race traffic, I think it is my favorite race I have done thus far.
The night before I fell asleep watching the slapstick comedy Bruno by Sasha Cohen and laughing my butt off. My mom who joined me for the weekend didn't retire to bed until after midnight. Two of her friends from high school live in Austin, and took her out on the town + 2 glasses of wine. My otherwise sound nights sleep was interrupted by the sound of sawing logs! Before I knew it, my hourly wake up call turned into my game on wake up call and I was ready to go!
We followed 2 other cars with triathlete friends from St Louis. With food/coffee in hand plus it being pitch dark, I never trust myself making it to a race without getting lost. 30 minutes later we parked and boarded a bus to the swim start and bike transition. Although you have to check in your bike the day before and there are 2 transition areas making logistics a bit of problem, the ease of not having to worry about all your crap race morning is worth every headache you face in set up the day before.. plus meeting Greg Bennett to boot! Oh, and did I also mention that the other person I met the day before the race was none other than Simon Lessing? My friend and I were lost again trying to figure out the direction of the run course. Simon was hanging nearby in a race tent and looked bored but he knew what was going on. Again, no clue who he was until he popped out of his chair and started speaking with a Brit accent while he tried to explain the run course to us!
The swim was a out and back in a lake that was fairly clear and and a nice cool temperature. This was only my 3rd open water swim all summer so I was prepared for anything, I knew I needed to be realistic about my time goals for this portion. Before the swim start I did my usual role of standing watchdog over the pora potties! Before I knew it, we were wading knee deep in the water. I usually always position 1-2 rows back but all the way to the left were you either get clobbered or swim over people. For some reason, I always have a great start, then slow to a ssslllooooowwwww swim pace for the next 800 (note: I go hypoxic, freak about why the hell I decided to do this, should I quit??) or so yards and then decide that I am tired of getting the crap beat out of me and surge. Somewhere at the last turnaround I hit my stride and always swim past a lot of people. If there was a timing mat halfway through the swim, I am positive I would negative split that baby by several minutes...I am not kidding!
I exited the water around 34 or so minutes... hmmm seems very slow to me, I only swim 2 x a week but it never takes me more than this to do 1.2 miles in open water. After looking at the rest of the swim times after the race I noticed that the best times were about 3 minutes faster, which is about where I always place in an open water so I didn't feel so bad. It must have been the crowded swim course. It literally NEVER opened up. I swam on top of so many people and it might have looked like some of us were doing water ballet out there as we constantly locked arms together seeking open space.
T2 was uneventful and rocking. I love the music at triathlons! Michael Jackson belted out Wanna be Starting something as I ran to my bike and threw my gear on. Again the crowds slowed us down as we all tried to mount our bikes in mass at the exit. The first couple of miles have a fair number of hills which made it impossible to escape the pack. I let my legs spin out and warm up in an effort to not burn a match too early and pay for it in a flood of lactic acid later. Once I really got going, I felt great! I probably only spent a couple of minutes in the right lane, the majority of the time I spent passing people in the left. I felt great! Actually, it was a bit unnerving passing so many people but I have done enough 1/2s before to know I was within my limits. I even had to sit up in my bars quite a bit to maneuver the traffic.
There were a ton of potholes and cracks in the road; therefore, it added to the already clogged racers in the road, making the course feel technical because I had to spend a lot of time maneuvering around people. I felt SO bad for all the people with flat tires. If that happened to me I would be screwed. I silently thought to myself don't even think about it... I am so bad at changing flats that I didn't even bring a spare for during the race.. OK now, I said, negative energy forget.
Luckily it was easy to focus the whole time because I had to keep my focus to avoid everyone else. As usual, some racer's idea of AVOIDING the draft and being legal still means you can ride within 1 foot of someone's wheel. Do we need to revisit the metric system?
The only challenge on this course was having an exact idea what mile I was at. I never looked at my speed nor my mileage, just power and elapsed time. So, around 2:38:00 ish or so everyone biking seemed to surge and all pumped up. Soon enough I heard the cowbells. Yes I love those dam bells... as you know longhorn cattle live in TX so I guess they have an endless supply. I was so freaking happy to be going into T2 but also secretly paranoid. Deep down I knew I could run the entire course but also recognized that my lack of run training this year due to my hip fracture + 4 months of no running I had to be prepared for anything - good or bad.
I was so happy to hear a couple of friends scream my name as I got in T2... ok, where is my bike race? Of course 35-39 is the biggest age group which means I was covering a lot of ground in the transition area to rack my bike. But, what's this? There were like no bikes in my area!! Wow, I can actually read the numbers on the rack. I threw my stuff down and ran out of T2 as fast I as I prayed my legs might carry me. My mom and friends kept screaming 5! 5!! Huh? Why are they shouting 5 to me? My body was struggling to find its run legs. You exit T2 and then get to run through the arena which was awesome. Its a 8,000 seat stadium and you get to run through it twice - as you head out on the run and at the finish. It's a 3 loop run course with rolling hills. Crowded - YES, but the fan support was absolutely incredible!
Immediately I noticed my legs felt like crap running. Not just the usual transition and then loosen up feel but just absolutely sluggish. I tried to enjoy all the entertainment on the course to distract myself. Each aid station had a different theme from Psycho disco to Ceasar's Palace at another. Everyone was dressed in costumes plus the added bonus was several great live bands on the course. Since Austin is the live music capital of the world the show the bands put on for us out on the course was incredible! OK..... can you tell I was completely trying to distract myself? I switched my Garmin over to elapsed time and refused to watch my pace.
With everything I had going on this year I knew the run would be a huge challenge for me mentally and physically. I constantly thought about the people I loved, and most importantly my brother who had most recently passed away several months ago. I never walked, no never, very proud of that... I just moved slow. Sure enough, I was passed by 4 people on the run course. I just knew I could not hang with them. I was suffering, but ya know even at my 8'45 ish pace I couldn't believe how many people were moving even slower and walking a ton! At no point in the race did I have an appreciation for my overall place in my age group, it was like my mind was drugged and the only thing I could think about was keep moving forward and DO NOT walk. Looping the course 3 times was torture because the first 2 times you come back all you want to do is return back to the barn, just like a cow... or maybe all those dam cowbells everyone was ringing made me feel that way?
The finish was uneventful and oh so rewarding! My time was 5:16:00 which put me 9th in the F35-39 age group. Definitely not a PR but probably one of the most rewarding races I have ever completed. I threw my hands up and was so excited to be done!! Yeah, rest legs... hurt legs soon. Many of us from St Louis celebrated after by heading out after for Mexican and margaritas. It was so much fun hearing about everyone's experience race day. Most rewarding for me, however, was my deep appreciation for my experience race day and sense of pride in myself for having come SO FAR this year. I had a lot of challenges in my way all year and leading up to race day. I felt so happy that I never gave up, despite many reasons others thought I could have or should have. My primary goal for finishing the race today was to signal an end to this chapter of my life in which struggles were ever present and about turning a new page and moving forward. It felt great to have something significant to accomplish in order to "physically" commemorate my doing so.
And now..... I rest! I have been so busy since the race. 1 day later I had sinus surgery - oh so painful, and I am just starting to feel better without painkillers. Hell maybe I will be able to breathe normally now??!!! Look out in 2010! To make things more entertaining in the offseason, we also just moved out of our home for 3 weeks in order to have all the wood floors redone in our home. Oh joy! No half assed recovery for this girl, I will be doing no swim/bike/run for at least 3 weeks as I try to wrap up both of these projects.