Triathlon Trying Minus the Training
October 4, 2007 by amiechilson“I should have trained for this race!” was the predominant thought screaming in my head on September 29th at the SEE JANE TRI triathlon for women. What was I thinking to do a Tri-Sprint cold turkey?!
My morning started at 5:30 as I ate my usual race-day peanut butter and jelly toast with coffee. Admittedly I thought about not getting up when the alarm went off that Saturday morning. I’d pondered, “Why don’t I just sleep in and tell everyone I was sick today and couldn’t do the triathlon?” The wine I had the night before were still lingering on the brain anyway. How could I compete in less-than-ideal condition? Hundreds of excuses were created that early morning.
But as I pulled into the Race parking lot that morning as the sun came up, saw the steam on the lake where I’d be swimming soon, and felt the buzz of excitement from my female competitors, I remembered why I’d come. I love this stuff!
Last year was the first time I entered a Triathlon and I’d taken the time to train for the event. For a first timer in the 25-29 year-old bracket, I’d done well with a 1:27 finish time. As a new 30-year-old in a later start bracket, this time I marveled at the athleticism standing around me. It’s a contagious energy–all women preparing to race each other, but more importantly, to race themselves for a new personal record.
The water was warm when I sprinted in at the sound of the air horn. I got caught in the middle of the pack and was pushed, kicked and drank lake water until the 2nd leg of the swim. The year before I was wise to swim on the outside of the group and start passing on the way back in. This year I was chatting with a fellow competitor and forgot to pay attention to the start strategy. As I finished the swimming portion of the race and dragged myself out of the water, I laughed, remembering the very few laps I swam in the gym pool prior.
My muscles weren’t used to the biking portion, and the borrowed mountain bike with fat tires didn’t help my speed. I smiled through the embarrassment of being passed by 3 later waves of athletes in this leg of the race, and got back up when I crashed my bike at the bike-run transition when I realized I had not unclipped one foot from the pedal. There was no point in beating myself up; the last time I was on a bike was one year earlier at the same event.
The run portion was fantastic because I’m an endurance runner. It’s a great feeling to cheer on the other female competitors who are struggling, but finishing. My finish time came in at 1:30, 3 minutes later than last year’s race.
As a perma-grin etched my face and the runners high set in, I thought, “I feel good. I didn’t train, but I tried, and that’s what matters.” There is nothing like that satisfying feeling of completing something, regardless of your results.