Month: September 2013

5150 Galveston Race Report

This past weekend, I competed in my first Olympic triathlon!  Well, technically, it ended up being a duathlon– it was announced just past 6am the morning of the race that the swim portion was cancelled due to the choppy waves.  Winds up to 23mph were in the forecast that morning, but no rain, so the bike and run were still on.

DSC03825deceptively windy!

Pre-Race: Kristin, Rachel, and I walked to the transition from Moody Gardens Hotel (we conveniently stayed at the host hotel) to set-up.  We would have checked-in our bikes the prior day, but early check-in had been cancelled due to 20-25mph winds with up to 35mph gusts!  It was unusually cool in the low 70s and fairly windy, so I put on my arm-sleeves for the bike leg.

Bike
Time:1:37:24
Speed: 15.3mph
Division: 18/25
Overall: 568/605

The bike went as I expected– thanks to last week’s long ride, I had an idea of what type of headwind we were facing.  I started off a little slow as there were a lot of turns and the road was a bit bumpy in the beginning. First mile out was 15.9mph. Then, mostly straight roads so I averaged 19.4mph until the turnaround, where I promptly dropped to my second to lowest gear.  My average for the second half of the ride was 12.2mph!  Yeah, ouch.  The tailwind in the first half was awesome.  It was easy and enjoyable…and I knew that it meant the ride back would be tough.  I could tell just by looking at the other cyclists that were heading the opposite direction that they were working HARD.

I passed a bunch of people on the way out but A LOT of them passed me on the way back.  What’s up with that??  In the last 5-6 miles, I did feel a small boost and managed to speed up a little. My coworker, Geralyn, I had taken turns passing each other (she had platform pedals on her road bike– in fact, I lent them to her!) but I managed to finish less than a minute before her.  My official time tells me that I averaged 15.3mph.

    


that’s my coworker in the turquoise!

T2: 0:03:11

Where is my damn Garmin strap??  Eff it, I’m just going to hold my Garmin.   I also shed my arm warmers that I had wiped my nose on a few times by then (gross!) and gloves.

Run
Time: 0:58:40
Pace: 9:28/M
Division: 7/25
Overall: 392/605

My running is nowhere in close to winning awards, but it’s respectable and clearly my strength, compared to swimming and biking.  As indicated in my T2 comments, I ran the 10k with my Garmin in hand.  At one point, I manager to somehow throw it on the ground by accident.  It turned off and I lost a little time stopping to pick it up and turning it back on.

It had started to get a little warm while on the bike, but with the wind, it wasn’t bad at all.  The run, however, was a different story.  It warmed up on the run and I was thirsty.  I had only consumed half of my bottle on the bike although I had planned on trying to finish it.  Dehydration caught up with me and I drank all the water in my hand-held plus I grabbed 3-4 cups of water during the run.  Some of that may have gone into pouring water on myself to cool down.  The run wasn’t bad but my Garmin was set on multi-sport and it took me awhile to figure out I could change the view and see my pace (yes, this meant I only saw time splits per mile on the bike and not my actual speed).  I was also a bit confused when I started if I had pressed the right buttons– I’m thinking maybe I didn’t because my Garmin time wasn’t remotely close to my official time!

I got passed up a few times by fast people who were clearly on their second lap during my first lap.  By the time I got to my second lap, however, I was with the rest of the slower people and I didn’t get passed up anymore.  I gradually passed people up and felt somewhat redeemed for my bike ride.  I ate a Mocha gel (not Gu, what’s that other brand?) 15 minutes into the run but was a little worried about how my stomach would handle it.  I felt slightly pukey towards the very end of the run but nothing came up.

Results
Total Time: 2:39:15
Division: 14/25
Gender: 139/196
Place: 509/605

Overall, I felt good about the race.  The headwind was tough and I definitely have a lot to work on the bike!  In other news, Kristin got 1st place in her age group (F20-24)!!  What a bad-ass. =)

Headwind is NO joke.

I’m still alive!  There’s so much that I haven’t written about, but this week, 5150 is on my mind.  What is 5150, you ask?  Well, it’s an Olympic triathlon (1.5km swim, 40k bike, and 10k run) that I am signed up for and it’s coming up in 2 days!   Oh, shit. It’s in 2 DAYS.

I’ve competed in various sprint triathlons, but this will be my first Olympic.  The race is going to be in Galveston, which is notorious for its wind.  I had read about the difficulty of dealing with headwind in my early days of cycling and thought, how bad can wind be?  For a runner, wind can be a bit of a nuance but nothing that I’ve ever worried about.  Turns out, wind is a HUGE deal when it comes to cycling.  I experienced it this past weekend when I did a long training ride in Galveston, covering the straight path along the sea wall (with nothing to block the wind) in Galveston.

The forecast called for 14-15mph winds to the west, which meant tailwind out and headwind back.  My plan was to go at a comfortable pace heading out, knowing that I would need to save energy for the second half when we would face headwind.  I felt pretty good heading out and was riding with an average around 18mph.  The course was relatively flat and the tailwind was pushing us along.  Thoughts at this point were, “Whee, this is fun!” and, “Cycling is cool!”

IMG_20130914_140644I also recently discovered that I could peddle while taking my right hand off the handlebars, and thus, was finally able to eat on the bike!  The day before the ride, I had a new Profile Design water bottle holder installed to my road bike handlebars and now could easily drink water from my AeroDrink bottle with its extended straw (thanks to Johnny Z at Powerhouse Racing in Pearland!).  Very exciting!

We’d ridden a little under 1.5 hours when we decided to turn around.  I immediately noticed how tough it was now to peddle and had to drop a few gears.  I knew my speed would slow down after the turn around but I had not anticipated exactly how much.  I didn’t know my exact speed (forgot my Garmin) but I could FEEL how slow it was.  My cadence was lower than it needed to be and I was on the third lowest gear.  Ugh.  I started to question how anybody could enjoy cycling and how stupid Ironman races were. Seriously. WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?!  Crazy people, that’s who!  Not knowing my current speed, I feared the worst and thought maybe signing up for Oilman Triathlon (FYI– I signed up for a half-Ironman distance race in November!) had been too ambitious and I was setting myself up for a DNF.  I was also running low on water and getting hungry.  Hmph.  We had planned on stopping at a gas station, but the gas station was still far far away (10 miles from our starting point) and I had dropped some of my food by accident.  *sigh*

I felt bad because I was clearly falling behind and Kevin had to pull into condo parking lots a couple of times and ride around to wait for me to catch up.  Sorry, Kevin!  My legs felt like bricks and I was frustrated with how slow I was going.  Trying to catch a break by cruising was NOT an option.  The second I stopped pedaling, my speed would drastically drop and then it was more work to try and bring it back up.  While the view from San Luis Bridge was lovely, riding the bridge was awful. The crosswinds were roaring and I could feel the wind trying to push me over.  I was nervous about taking a hand off the handlebars since I had to constantly adjust to fight the changing winds.

Eventually, we caught a break at the gas station, and while I wish I could say it was smooth sailing from there, it wasn’t until we turned away from the sea wall that I discovered my legs actually still worked!  I furiously pedaled towards Moody Gardens, ready to be done with the ride!

It was only afterwards that I was able to appreciate the ride– we ended up averaging around 15mph and had completed 52.5 miles in under 3.5 hours.  This was a big PR for me and made me feel a lot more confident about both my upcoming Olympic race as well as Oilman!  Perhaps we should have gone another 3.5 miles to hit the half-Ironman distance?  Kevin’s response was, “NO!” but that’s okay, we will next time.  🙂