Sunday, July 14, 2019

TRIATHLON

Clermont Cool Sommer Mornings Triathlon
Sprint Triathlon

Not a half marathon and not a new state.  I thought I would try something new.  My friend Tommy Medlin who has run multiple triathlons, including Ironman 140.6 and Ironman 70.3 amongst others has been "badgering" me to "Come to the dark side" and race a triathlon with him.  He was kind enough to share his hotel room with me and drive me to Clermont and show me around and help me with set up and the logistics of racing a tri.  There are a lot of particulars.  It is definitely not as simple as putting on a pair of shoes and some shorts and just going for a run.  One must manage an innumerable amount of "things".

A triathlon is a multisport race with three continuous and sequential endurance races - literally translated from the Greek- three competition.  The most common form of a triathlon is Swimming, Cycling, Running.  There are different lengths and different brand names.  A full or an Ultra distance triathlon is 140.6 miles.  2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, and 26.2 mile run,  The Ironman has one such race and it is likely the most famous and desired race... but there are several brand names with multiple distances, like the "half" which is 70.3 miles and the olympic distance (~32 miles) and the sprint distance (~14 miles).  Not all of the distances are exactly the same as others, which is why I gave approximate distances.  

This race was a sprint triathlon, and the distances were 0.25mile swim, 11 mile bike, 3.1mile run.  MUCH shorter than 140 miles, but having just finished this race, I will tell you that it was quite difficult none the less.

My friend Tommy Medlin filled me in on all of the things that I would need to have ready and offered multiple tips that I would not likely have thought of on my own.   

We woke some time around 4:30am.  I decided against any breakfast as I was feeling a little bloated from the day prior.  The race did not start until 7:23am, but there was a potential parking issue with all of the construction happening at Lake Minneola, and we wanted to get our transition area all set up and ready.  Getting there early helps to ensure a "prime spot".    As you can see it was still dark out.  Tommy helped me get all set up and to have everything in the right spot... even took some pictures for me.  Thanks Tommy.   

The sun finally came up and we were ready to go.   This is the before photo.  We have our triathlon suits on and our number markings all over our bodies and our chip timers secured around our ankles.  At this point we just need to put on our swim caps and goggles and get to the starting line.












The race started right on time.  First the elite men and then the orange capped group 3 minutes later.  I was in the orange cap group, Tommy was in the blue cap wave.  The waves were set up by age group.  The gun sounded and into the water I went.  I walked into the water.  I did not want to get trampled and beat up by all of the other orange capped swimmers.  So, I took my time and only began to swim when I felt there was enough room for me to do so.  Little did I know, it did not matter.  There was inadvertent punching and kicking and scratching and pulling.  While swimming to the first buoy, someone grabbed my leg and pulled me under water, maybe five times.  I was "bumped" from every angle.  At the first turn, I had to stop completely as everyone was trying to cut the corner and make the turn.  The next straight was no better, and the turn back to the beach was the same.  I could not go any faster as there were people in front of me preventing my increasing my speed, and slowing down did not seem a great option as I feared I would be swam over.  I finished the swim and exited the water.  From there we had to run to the transition area to get our shoes and helmet and bike, etc.  A quick re-lube and run with the bike to the start of the bike portion.  

After crossing the line, and only after crossing the line, we hoped on our bikes and began to ride - uphill.  Who knew there were so many hills and such steep hills in Florida.  Well, there are.  They are no joke either.  At one point I was traveling in slow motion in my slowest gear.  Then, a bit later, I was screaming down a hill at near 40mph.  I would tell you exactly how fast I was traveling, but I did not have my bike computer on and I did not punch all of the buttons properly on my watch, so my watch thought I was still swimming.  My watch thinks I am a super fast swimmer. (0:15 /100yd) LOL.

My intent was to grab a bit of a rest on the bike and be ready for the run, but with all of the hills and my competitive spirit, I road fairly hard.  Then, after 11 miles or so, before crossing the line, one must dismount the bike and run to the transition area again.   The guy just in front of me had a bit of difficulty controlling his bike while he was running and crashed his bike into the rails a few times, which was sad for him, but he was holding me up, and the guy behind me was getting impatient and bumping me thinking I was holding him up.  Then another quick change, store the bike and start to "run"... out of the transition area and onto the run course.  I put run in quotations because I was about dead already and my "run" was more of a limp/walk/jog.  My legs seemed OK, but my lungs were heavy and full and my heart was pounding.  I was out of breath and out of energy.  I walked a bit... twice, then decided to slow down and just keep moving.  The run was an out and back 5k.  

Mile 1 was a slow 10:28 pace and mile 2 was still slow at 9:14, then 8:53 through mile 3.  I was able to see Tommy after I made the turn and we both mustered enough to wave and say Hi!.  I was quite happy to see the finish line.  I wish I had run better, but some days are better than others.

I was really trying to smile in the below photo, but this is the best I could do.


It was good to see Tommy come in... remember he started several minutes after me.  He finished strong and we both completed the event.  Here is the after photo.  The smiles -- at least mine -- is more about the relief than the celebration.

In all, it was a good experience.  Official time One hour seventeen minutes.   I definitely did not place in my age group or any other group.  But, I finished.

Tommy and I will be running the same course again in August.  Noble will be racing his first triathlon with us at that event in August.  Should be interesting.  I hope, now that I have had some experience that I race better next time.  I'll update you then.  Thanks again Tommy for taking care of me.

Vermont - State #41

Waitsfield, Vermont
The Mad Half Marathon
(The world's most beautiful marathon) (so they suggest)
State #41

I have scheduled so many races which includes plane flights and hotel rooms or AirBnB rooms and race entry, etc... there are multiple logistics that have to be managed.  I only schedule the races 3 months out, in case I get injured or have a need to change plans or maybe they change the race -- it has happened.  Anyway, I mention this because I scheduled this race several months ago and I cannot remember why I scheduled it the way that I did.  I am certain there is a reason, but I just cannot figure what it was.  It was the July 4th weekend.  I was off work for the 4th and we also took off the 5th.  The race was on the 7th.  My flight was on the 5th and I spent the day in Waitsfield, Vermont on Saturday the 6th... alone.  I have no idea why I did that.  I stayed in an AirBnb apartment that was above a restaurant/bar.  It was a nice place, as much as I needed.  

The first night I arrived and went directly to the restaurant and had dinner.  I had a nice halibut, and it really was good.  Then I made my way to my room, and went to bed.  The next morning I woke up and went for a light jog, then to packet pick up.  - at the Waitsfield Inn.  There was only a tent with four older ladies and gentlemen handing out shirts and bibs.  Then I walked around Waitsfield for a few minutes.  There really is not a whole lot to Waitsfield.  It is a cute little town, but the operative word there is little.  it did not take me long to see the whole town.  There happened to be a farmer's market going on that day.  There was a band and lots of little tents where people were displaying their items.



There was also a store.  The Store.  
I decided it would be fun to go see the ski area as there were a few nearby.    I drove my little rental car over to Sugarbush to check it out and I got my first taste of the super duper hills in the area and I started to get worried that there might be some big hills on the run.   Not the largest ski resort I have ever been to, but I could see coming out here for the day if I lived in the area.  After that, I drove around the neighboring towns just to "see the area".  


Then I had dinner with the 50 states half marathon club.  I had the salmon, but it was not great.  It had been frozen... not at all fresh.
The next morning was race morning.  I woke at 4:30am and got myself ready.  Had a light breakfast and watched some HGTV until time to walk to the start.  I took the pre-race photo with the 50 states club and then realized that I forgot to get on my nipple protectors.... so I walked back to the room and took care of that and walked back to the start with plenty of time.  They played the national anthem and then it was about 3 minutes prior to the start time, then announcer announced that the race would begin right away, so the race director walked up and fired the gun.  Everyone looked at each other, as if to ask, "Was that the starting gun?  OH!!  OK... Here we go!"  And we started running.  The elite group had not even moved to the start line yet.  It did not bother me, but it was a bit sudden and a surprise start.  
The first mile or so was fairly flat or maybe even downhill, then all of a sudden came this mountain.  Then a crazy steep downhill, then a turn-around... which of course means that you are gonna have to go back up that screaming steep downhill... only now it will be an up-mountain.... and up we went -- slowly.  Then up and up and up and more up.  I kept waiting for the downhill to come again, but then it would go up again.  Yes, the downhill did come, but then ended on a mild uphill.  I admit that I had to walk part of the uphill three times.  But I think I made up the time on the downhill.  I was screaming down the mountain.  If only there were snow and I had my skis.

The race was very scenic.I did finish and actually finished 3rd in my age group.  Here is the before and after.

Then I received my age group medal.;36
Official time 1:47:36  Not my fastest, but I was not terribly unhappy given all of the steep hills.  The weather was great.  55ºF or so and clear skies, relatively no wind.  

Next race is the following week.  This time a triathlon in Clermont.  .25mi swim,  11mi bike, and 3.1 mi run.  My first triathlon.  Let's see how this goes.