I feel like I say this every week lately, but it was a heckuva week.
The day before, I wasn’t sure if the cracks were letting the light in or just breaking me. But you have to toe the line to find out…
A thing I’ve pondered on lately is that when you really and truly want to change, when you really want to transform into something different, life tends to present you the opportunities to do so. Over the last few months I’ve been really delving into my creative side, developing my leadership skills, and then this week, I got pulled right by the nose into some left brain analytics and logic and pattern recognition work. I still maintain that it’s EXCITING and I feel STRETCHED vs STRETCHED THIN, so it’s all good.
However, it’s not optimal when you wake up at 1:30am on race day contemplating the future of your project and how it relates to the four quadrants and applying that analogy to triathlon and triathletes as well. I watched the clock tick over from 1:59 to 3:00 am (daylight savings… wheee?) and after a while just gave up and read my book until my alarm went off at 4:30am. Great night of pre-race sleep, check! (as Borat says… NOOOOTTTTTT!)
Always looking for silver linings, being awake already made it easier to do all the pre-race things and I got in a foam roll, boots, and a spin before we had to leave, besides all the other normal things I put in my body (caff beans, two earl grey teas – hot, everything bagel + cream cheese). We arrived with plenty of time, we got the lay of the land, and holy crap, we then had 3 minutes to get situated before the race start. Scramble!!!
First jaunt in my new #teambss kit. I’m a fan!
As I started the swim, my goggles completely flooded. I had to doggie paddle to the end of the lane and stop to clear them. Then the same thing happened as I submerged again. SIGH. I took the time at 50 yards in to remove them entirely from my head, fix and adjust things, and yank them tight. I had some droplets bouncing around but they were holding so finally my swim began in earnest!
I resisted the urge to start sprinting and instead held the same uncomfortably comfortable pace I had planned and noticed I was gaining time on the clock each lap from my expectations. Later I discovered the pool was 25 YARDS not METERS, so that was expected, but it did the job to buoy my confidence that this wasn’t going to be a complete shitshow after all. I ended at the far end of the pool at 21 lengths (525 yards) in just under 10 minutes, which wasn’t horrible, considering the goggle drama.
I’ve done this a few times now so I was able to transition quickly and was set up and ready to go in the spin room well before it was time to start. Once we got going, one of the volunteers told me that we were supposed to stick on a specific resistance – which for me is the equivalent of pedaling slightly downhill. Okay, not my favorite, but if that’s how the rules go, I’ll work with that… thirty minutes of extremely high cadence drills coming up!
Felt weird, man. Spinning at 110-120 cadence for that long taxes your system in completely different ways than I normally ride. My power was suuuuuuuper low (120-130W), and my legs got sore in places they don’t typically, and I wasn’t breathing very hard but my heart rate was up there around 165 bpm average. To pass the time, I calculated the most efficient way to finish – each tenth of a mile was taking me about 20 seconds, so I did some really fast spinning to line that up with the moment when the minute ticked over to x:00, and then held my pace. Sure enough, I went from 8.8 to 8.9 right as the clock struck 30. Pacing win!
Pressure makes diamonds…
This was probably the thing that mattered most to me. I’ve really been working on my running, both physically with good form, turnover, and speed, as well as mentally with not being effing intimidated by a pace on my watch or moments where the effort starts to feel slightly beyond me, because, oftentimes, it recenters within my capabilities if I simply let time pass. While I was worried that doing other difficult stuff all
week month might have worn down my will here, I found it was actually the opposite. We are what we repeatedly do.
I started at the same 7.0 (8:34/mile) pace I did last time, and oddly enough… it felt good. Not easy, but not outside of the realm of my capacity. Someone at work recently called me tough as nails and that permeated my mind during the run. Tough as effing nails. No surrender. Don’t back down this time. There was a moment where I started to falter my mind pleaded with me to decrease the pace a little, but I talked myself out of it and when I got to the second half of the run, I thought, Okay, you made it this far, time to crank it.
I’m sure I looked like a crazy person mouthing the words to whatever was on my music at that time and flashing myself the horns when I made the choice every so often to INCREASE the pace instead of backing down, but I’ve gotten over that. Triathletes, we’re all a little mad here, we all look a stupid in wet spandex, why not go full straight jacket, right? With five minutes to go, I found a wall when I ventured into 7 minute mile territory, and had to halt my progression a little, but I kept on turning over those legs, trying not to hurl. I found something extra with about 90 seconds to go and willed the time to pass before I had to surrender. And it did. And I didn’t.
As I reached 20 minutes, my treadmill ticked over to 2.39 (8:22/mile). This is ludicrous speed for me – well below my 5k PR pace from 10 years ago. I thought 2.33 (8:35/mile) was insurmountable in January. I beat that by 13 seconds per mile today and if I’m being honest, I wasn’t dry heaving at the end so I probably could have found just a little more in me somewhere if I looked hard enough.
Matchy matchy…. this one also had a pretty superb race himself…
After cheering on the other waves, we had a little informal awards ceremony. I tied for first on the swim, was first on the bike by almost half a mile, and came in fourth on the run. They didn’t say anything about overall placement, but it’s very likely, unless someone tied me on the swim, came in second on the bike, and then got first or maybe second on the run, with the points schedule Lifetime Tri uses, that I came in first overall. I definitely at least podiumed. Third race of the year, a swing and a hit!
Let’s be fair, this is a triathlon aimed at beginners, so I’m not expecting that I’m going to be finding the top step overall when I start racing larger races outside, but maybe it’s not THAT far away at the sprint distance. My swim is pretty solid, I can tear it up on the bike, and maybe, just maybe, with some continued progress, this is the year I can hold my own on the run or maybe even make up some ground – aka run those beetches down.
Or software… the medals were rubber! It was neat!
The way I get there is continued (and maybe a little less half-arsed as of late, if I’m being honest) attention to body composition, and lest I sound like a broken record, confidence in my growing capabilities, courage to stick it out when it gets tough (as nails), and the vulnerability to lay it all out there even when I’m not sure I can hold the line. Because my racing so far in 2019 has shown me that I CAN.