Nation's Triathlon - A Bipolar Race Report

This is what I wrote on my facebook page when I finished the race:

I did a tri. It was fun. I have no idea my time. Go Team Z.
Judith, Kris and Me at the Finish Line. LOVE my tri buddies!

It was so fun!! I definitely had a post-tri high. My first olympic distance - 1.5k swim, 40k bike, 10k run. Prior to this I had done a few sprints, a half-relay and my own personal attempt at a half. And I finished. And I had fun. I should have stopped my analysis at that point and called it a day.

My goal for this race was to chill out on the swim and bike, so I could have enough gas in the engine to do the run. The run is the toughest for me - which is funny because I really do love to run. I am just not very good at it. And I think it is the sport where I feel the impact of the weight gain (yay side effects!) the most.

Nation's was a huge race. I was wave 27 out of 35 - with over 4,000 racers! So by the time I got into the water it was 8 am, and by the time I got onto the run it was almost noon -- and 90 degrees -- and no shade.

The swim was amazing. I can't even describe it. As a Washingtonian and history nerd, being able to swim past the Lincoln Memorial and under the Memorial Bridge was just breathtaking. I was relaxed, I took in the sights and everything about my swim was wonderful.

The bike was also wonderful. I know others hated the course because it was tight and crowded, but I loved it. I got to bike on the HOV lanes of the freeway and right down the middle of all these roads I am never allowed to ride. BUT wow I wish they had had at least one or two bike officials on the course because riders of all levels were doing some stupid and very unsafe things - I saw two pretty serious crashes being carried off the course and lots and lots of people walking back with flat tires and such.

As I went out of transition two, I continued to feel good. I was excited because usually I feel HORRIBLE coming off the bike and into the run, but I had been practicing this more this time around. My first two miles felt pretty good and then... yep.. the wall. I had to do the walk/jog combo for the rest of the run and don't think I would have made it at all but for the ice at one of the water stations that I shoved in my hat and down my bra.

But I did it. I crossed the line and my teammates stuck around to wait for me and cheered me across the finish. After I caught my breath, I was all smiles. I felt great. I even wanted to bike home. It was a great, great day and I was sooooo proud of myself.

Then I made the mistake of looking at my numbers when they were posted and started to compare myself to other people --  out of 135 in my age group I was 90 - swim, 110 - bike, 124 - run, 121 - overall. What?? How could I have done THAT badly? I felt great. I felt awesome. I thought I rocked it.

And guess what? I DID. I REALLY DID. Know why? Because I said so. I could justify the above with all the different "excuses" that went through my head -- that doesn't include people who didn't finish, still faster than the people who didn't compete, side-effects, it was hot, I was on my period, blah blah blah. But at the end of the day, I don't really need any of those reasons to feel good about my performance. I can just feel good about it because it was fun. It's that simple.

I should have just stuck with my original race report from facebook.

Some more random lessons from the race:


Next Up: Rev 3 Half Full Olympic, October 6

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