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A Second Triathlon: Westport Kiwanis Triathon Recap

So after my last tri, which I did not finish with a smile and pretty much hated once I sat on my very wrong bike, I was determined to find redemption.  It came in the form of another sprint triathlon that another girlfriend was doing just two weeks later (yesterday).

The distances were much shorter, and a girlfriend offered me the loan of her much better bike, and I just knew I had to do it.  The only downside was the swim:  it was the same distance in the much more worrisome Long Island Sound.  Which has waves.  And salt.

I asked my girlfriends if anyone wanted to join me, and wouldn’t you know, the woman who inspired us all to do the first triathlon, offered to do it.  My friend Rebecca, whose fierce will to overcome the death of her son at Sandy Hook by creating healthy living programs for kids, was in.  Mostly.  Actually she mostly agreed that she was just trying to help me out, but I know somewhere in there she wanted to do a second tri as well.  I reasoned that since we were already trained from our tri two weeks ago we really didn’t need to do much to prepare for this one.

Except maybe try to swim in the Sound.  We went out last Saturday and were shocked at how much harder it was than the lakes we were used to.  The waves and current made it much more challenging.  I asked her if she wanted to back out.  She doesn’t do that.  She said we had to do it.

So we showed up at Compo Beach in Westport, CT yesterday morning at 6am.  We pulled up and were greeted by crazy wind that had kicked up from overnight showers and storms.  The weather forecast was for the rain to stop, and it wasn’t currently raining, but the skies were ominous.  We started worrying about the waves that were higher than anything we’d even imagined.  My girlfriend who clued me into the race started nervously texting me:  this was her first race and she was ready to get back in her car and go back home.  Together Rebecca and I convinced her to at least set up her stuff in transition (it closed at 7) so that she could make that decision herself rather than have it made for her.

We purposely put our stuff close to the bike out of transition.  These racks weren’t numbered like our last tri, so I tied one of the purple ribbons I brought to the end of our rack.  I brought a garbage bag in case it rained, but it didn’t look like it was going to, so I put it under my towel to keep it clean and dry.  Tracy finally agreed to do the race, a few more people we knew surprised us and showed up, and finally it was time to go down to the beach.

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We were into the water next and followed the same procedure.  We heard them call us to swim and off we went.

The waves were insane.  Buffeting and pushing and crashing around us.  I veered out a little more so they wouldn’t crash on me but soon found the energy to keep up and move forward draining.  I backstroked like it was my job and looked behind me:  men were actually walking through the water.  Big men!  I wasn’t going to whiff my tri like that, but I did go to where it felt like I could touch in case I needed to.  A big wave crashed over me while I was backstroking and after that I did walk the water a bit.  Breast stroke, my rest stroke, was totally impossible in the waves.  I just did what I could to keep moving forward, and finally we reached the final buoy.  I went around it and headed for the shore.

1/2 mile swim:  18:29

To be honest, I can’t quite believe that’s a full half mile.  I did the last half mile swim a full ten minutes longer.  Everyone’s times are significantly less than I would expect.  But no matter.

Into transition.  I spotted Rebecca and Tracy both in there, so I wasn’t too far behind, which made me happy. I rinsed my feet, mopped off as much as I could, pulled on my socks and shoes, then my shirt and race belt.  I paused to take a big swig of water and get some gum for the salty taste in my mouth.  Finally put on the helmet and got the bike down (so much lighter than my bike) and it was go time.

T1:  3:57

The bike was a dream.  The bike was so much easier to move than my other one.  I took the opportunity to catch my breath and just enjoyed the ride.  There were hills but they weren’t the challenge at all that they had been in my last tri.   I happily passed people on lesser bikes.  It was the best feeling.  We entered the golf course where I knew was the end of the course and before I knew it we were back at the beach.

5.5 mile bike:  20:47

5D3_6653 5D3_6650 5D3_6654Back into transition, I again had trouble figuring out how to get the bike back on the rack between the ones already there, but I figured it out. I was out of breath from pushing it on the bike. I took off the helmet and grabbed my water bottle. I didn’t feel like I did much else, so most of my transition time was walking my bike in, I guess.

T2: 1:31

Onto the run.  I slowly headed out for the run, and I knew it wasn’t going to be a fast one.  I was passed by my friend Tracy and marveled at how fast she was.  She finishes a 5K ten minutes before me so I knew that was where she’d smoke me.

No matter.  I wasn’t wrecked, and this was a flatter, shorter course.  I alternated running and walking and did what Rebecca calls “smile pace”.  It totally worked.  I was loving the run.  OK maybe not loving, but not hating either.  We rounded back towards the beach faster than I expected and I was grateful.  But then the guy shouted out to me:  3/4 of a mile left!  What?  We were already back there!

Yeah, it was a major tease.  We ran next to the finish, down the parking lot, and then rather than turn there toward the finish, you made a right and did another whole leg down the parking lot before turning around.  Cruel!  Still I saw most of my crew here, high fived them and found the juice to make the final dash in the sand toward the finish.

2.2 mile run:  25:20

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We did it. And I was so much happier than the first time!

Finish time: 1:10:01




5D3_6748We were all kind of delirious with the endorphins at the end. I got a little teary eyed, actually. I never in my life would have thought I could do something like a triathlon. And because I am doing this, I have crossed paths with some amazing people that are bringing so much energy and light into my life.  These woman are kind, inspiring and beautiful inside and out.  They push you but also pump you up.  I’ve always had girlfriends but this somehow feels different.  The level of affirmation and enthusiasm everyone has and shares with everyone is really astounding.

So my second triathlon is done.  A few of the girls are ALREADY looking at a third, although it is a much bigger one than this.  I’m not sure I’m up for it (it is next weekend and I’m already signed up for a 5K the day before) but I love the spirit.  Who knows.  That’s the beauty of it.  I really don’t know what I’m capable of.  And I’m loving that.

After all the stormy seas and struggle....the sun broke through.

After all the stormy seas and struggle….the sun broke through.


Tri-ed: Farmington Women’s Triathlon Race Recap

Well, I did it.  I completed my first sprint distance triathlon.  Hear that deadpan?  Yeah, I didn’t enjoy it nearly as much I thought I would.  What?  I thought I would enjoy beating myself to a pulp swimming biking and running for over two hours?  Yeah, silly me.

We arrived in town the afternoon prior to go to packet pickup and the “first timers” clinic.  Not before my girlfriend and I hoped that we’d loaded the bikes on her husband’s bike rack properly (they didn’t fall off on the highway) and not before we realized we hadn’t thought about bike locks (we miraculously “found” one next to the bike in the garage that I didn’t even know was there).

Somehow we managed to do this right.

Somehow we managed to do this right.

I’m glad we went to the first timers clinic.  Even though I read the twelve page rather intimidating information packet before the race, all of the “rules” about biking really were not very clear.  The woman who ran the clinic made everything very clear.  Was I nervous?  No.  Probably should have been, but no.

My girlfriend and I checked into the hotel and went to dinner nearby, taking the opportunity to carb load (wine is a carb, right?) by eating way too much.  Back to the hotel afterwards for an early bedtime.

We had agreed to wake by 4:45am and leave by 5:15, with the goal of being early enough to find parking easily and navigate our first timer selves through all of the unknowns that lay ahead.  We made it to the race site and found it buzzing already even though it was still dark.  It was go time.

We unloaded the bikes.  First up:  to label the bikes with “bike tents” with our race numbers on them.  These are big sticky two sided numbers that go on the bike so if someone can’t see your race number while you’re all hunched over riding, they still can figure out who you are.  After a few tries, we got it well enough and went to get body marked.

At our tri they marked both arms and our right hands with the last three numbers of our race number and then our left calves with our age.  This became really useful later on when I was seeing people pass me…were they older or younger?  Shit, that one is over 50.  Ha.


Once we had our bodies marked it was time to get into the transition area and set up our bikes.  We had to load in certain racks by our race numbers, so my girlfriend and I were no where near each other.  I went about my business and so did she.  Before long our little areas were all done, and it was still dark out.


Slowly our other friends started to show up and before long it was time to head down to the beach.  I was in the fourth wave of swimmers, so we watched how each group would line up, get corralled and then walk over the timing mat and into the water.


Possibly the only time I will ever publicly post photos of me in a swimsuit.

The horn blew and it was go time. As with running, I positioned myself in the back and started out slow.  It was harder than my training swims; I had to drop into breast stroke more than I had planned.  But I plodded on and just got it done.  About two thirds of the way through I saw some new colored caps coming up from behind; the next wave.  Oh well.  No one said I was here to set any records.

Half mile swim:  28:32.

I left the water feeling pretty good.  It was a long slog but I felt I’d done what I could do.  It was a fair distance from the beach to the entrance to transition; at first I was trying to walk it to save energy but it was taking forever so I started to jog.

On my way to the next part of the journey.

On my way to the next part of the journey.

I got into transition and felt calm. I grabbed my towel and mopped off and put on my shirt with my race bib on it. It took a little tangling being wet but I managed. Next up shorts over the suit. Then I quickly rinsed my feet and grabbed a swig of water before drying my feet and putting on the socks and shoes. I put on my helmet and walked my bike out of transition in what I felt was a decent amount of time.

T1: 3:58

Onto the bike and ready to go. Within a minute I felt something pulling hard on my left shoe; I realized my shoelace was wound around my pedal. Shit! I pulled off to the side and tried to unwind it. I could just feel the precious seconds ticking by as it wasn’t unwinding. Finally I had to pull off the entire shoe and slowly unwind it. I managed that, and then retied both shoes in double knots. I was frustrated at the time I lost, but no matter. I had to get moving.

Once out on the course I felt good. I knew all along I didn’t have a racing bike; it is an old bike that I now know is a hybrid road/mountain bike. It is built for tough trails and can take anything. What it doesn’t do well is hills. And when the first one hit, I could feel my energy sap. Oh well, I told myself, the course was supposedly pretty flat so I should be fine.

Yeah, no. There were several pretty decent hills within the first few miles and I was breathing hard through them. It was a struggle even in my lowest gear and I could feel my energy and enthusiasm drain out of me with every person that passed me. While I knew I wasn’t going to be speedy, I had trained enough for this to want a respectable time and I could feel it slipping away with every rise in the road.

But I pushed on and tried to talk myself into a better head space. I was working as hard as I could to move the bike and the course was beautiful. Quintessential New England; historic homes, beautiful landscapes, farms. Finally, finally, I entered back into the park and smiled for the camera as they snapped my picture.

Proof someone was behind me as I closed in on the bike finish.

Proof someone was behind me as I closed in on the bike finish.

11.5 mile bike: 58:51

I ran into transition and went to rack my bike. As I had feared, the rack was completely full because I’d been so slow. I found a spot a foot or so down from my stuff and went to lift the bike. Damn, this sucker is heavy! I couldn’t get it up facing one way so I had to stop, turn it around and try again. Success! Then I just rummaged through my bag for my hat (easy to find) and my handheld water bottle (not easy). After getting both, I tried to jog out of transition dreading what I knew lay ahead on the hilly 5K course.

T2: 1:56

Immediately I knew I was in trouble. All the effort keeping my heavy bike moving had turned my legs to jello. I couldn’t believe how hard even shuffling into the slowest jog felt. I sipped on my handheld bottle and tried to just keep moving forward. As we left transition, I saw the first hill loom in front of me.

I slowed to a walk. I had just no juice left in me at all. I felt completely spent and ready to burst into tears. I told myself that I would just keep moving forward. I would walk until I had enough breath to run, and I would run until I couldn’t any more.

The 5K was on a trail course. It was very hilly, sandy and rooty. It would have been a challenging 5K without having done swimming and biking before it. I absolutely hated every second of it. I had so wanted to enjoy this race but by this time it was everything I had to just keep moving forward and not collapse onto the ground in tears.

It seemed to take forever but finally we left the trails and fortunately for me, the finish line was only about a quarter mile or so beyond. I started jogging and ran as fast as I could towards the time clock, noting gratefully that it said 2:29:30. I had hoped to finish under 2:30 and since my wave started 12 minutes after the first in the water, I knew I’d beaten that by a fair amount.

3.1 mile run: 44:22

Grateful to be crossing the finish line.

Grateful to be crossing the finish line.

I’ve beaten myself up in the time since about finishing last of all of the women in our group doing this triathlon. I couldn’t believe I’d trained so hard, put so much time in and I posted such a poor time. My friends were all lovely even though I was stealing everyone’s joy out of finishing our first triathlon. “Comparison is the thief of joy” and I totally let it suck the amazing accomplishment out of the moment for me. I did the best that I could, I tried to tell myself. But my inner mean girl felt like a fat loser who just couldn’t push herself hard enough.

I now know, after having talked to my local bike shop owner, that my bike was my handicap. He said that the bike is so heavy it is not supposed to be used for racing, and that it simply is harder to move. He congratulated me for completing the course as well as I did considering how much that bike must have taken out of me. He told me I should shave at least ten minutes off of my time to get a truer sense of how hard I’d worked to complete the race.

Now I feel proud of what I did, but also guilty for taking away everyone’s high with my own insecurities and frustrations when I finished the race. I will make it up to them when we repeat this experience again. Because there is no way I will let that experience be my only experience doing a triathlon. I put a deposit down on a new bike today, and I’m already trying to decide when the next one will be.

Finish: 2:17:39