“…and I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.” – Neil Gaiman
I didn’t write anything about it prior to this, but I did my first race of the year (the Run Like a Mother 5k didn’t count, as I wasn’t racing it, I was coming in last on purpose) in mid-May. I didn’t write anything about it because I barely had time to even THINK about it.
Originally planning on spectating my husband, son, brother-in-law, and sister-in-law at The Ocean City, New Jersey Triathlon, I had the opportunity to jump in when my S.I.L. came down with a case of cranky knees (no I didn’t bandit the race with her number, it was legit.)
I was already kind-of in training for TriRidgefield on June 1st, and the NYRR Mini 10k on June 14th. And by “kind-of” I mean looking at my week and thinking, “There is no way I can fit all of this training in,” because May/June leaves my calendar crying “uncle.”
We drove down the Friday night before, still barely thinking about it. This tri was a quirky little tri:
- 1/4 mile pool swim, timed separately (as in, no rushing out of the pool to the bike)
- 2 mile run
- 16 mile bike
- 2 mile run
While the run & bike portions were longer than I’ve done in a tri before, being at the beach, the course is completely flat. I felt like this was a good tune-up for TriRidgefield, and a way to gauge my fitness now that I’m running again and I’ve been doing Crossfit regularly since January and healing my Incurable $hitty Toe.
The swim went well. When it was my turn, I handed my card to a volunteer timer and jumped in and started my laps. I lost a little bit of my warm-up energy waiting in line (there was a separate warm-up lane), so by the time my 7th out of 8 laps came, I was finally getting into a groove and then I saw the timer-person put the kickboard in the water as a signal that it was my last lap. Oh well.
I got to watch my son’s swim (1/8 mile),
and part of my husband’s and my B.I.L.’s. Then I showered (I HAD to get the chlorine out of my hair – if I don’t, it fades the color – PRIORITIES) and changed into my tri-kit for the run/bike/run. It was weird, and I was all thrown off having to change clothing mid-race. I even had time to put my hair into lopsided braids (it’s at a weird length where I can’t quite put it into a middle ponytail as needed for the bike helmet). After I changed I met the rest or the family crew in the parking lot and refueled on a bagel, almond butter, and Mallon’s Sticky Buns, an Ocean City staple.
I walked outside and the weather could not have been more perfect. Low-60’s, mostly sunny, and a mild breeze. I put my bike in the transtition area, warmed up by running about 1/2 mile, and got ready to run-bike-run.
The race itself was fairly uneventful, but still fun. I took a while to clip into my pedals, as feared. I had a solid bike journey, and because it was 2x out-and-back, got to wave and cheer my family members from the the other side of the road (or while passing me, as my brother-in-law did.)
I finished the bike and started the run jelly-legged, and huffed and puffed my way through the last 2 mile run. My chest felt a little tight, and it was starting to get hot, but other than that, I just put my head down and ran. I finished strong, my toe survived, and I found the rest of my family.
We stuck around for the awards, as my husband thought he might have placed in his age-group (he’s a very strong swimmer). As it turns out, my husband placed 3rd in his age group, my son won 1st in his age group, and I PLACED IN MY AGE GROUP!
Initially, I was awarded 3rd place, and walked away with a spiffy water bottle, visor, and certificate. When the results were posted online later, they must’ve re-jiggered the results and suddenly I’M SECOND in my age-group! Twelfth out of 42 women overall. Small races are GREAT for the ego!
I shall now lord this accomplishment over the minions in my castle until…up next…TriRidgefield, two weeks later. DUM-DUM-DUMMMMM! Stay tuned for that race report!
Have you ever placed in a race? Did you lord it over your household? Leave a comment!