I really did not like this race. :)
Usually there is one of the three disciplines that proves particularly challenging in any given race, often dictated by the terrain, the conditions, or something as obvious as lack of training. In this race, ALL THREE were BRUTAL.
- Swim - we had 2-3m swells in the lake
- Bike - we had 30+mph sustained headwinds
- Run - we had freaking hot and humid temps on a hilly course
The swim at this course requires you to swim out about 100 yards or so to the start line. The water was so rough that I watched at least 3 people in my AG alone swim back and get out before the race even started. I literally could not see the buoys as I swam, and honestly it's a miracle that I didn't get seasick, since I am the queen of motion sickness. I guess I can thank race day concentration for that one ... ??? At any rate, it was rough. My time was an abyssmal 46'17 , putting my 22nd out of the water. Out of 66. Pretty much standard for me out of the water. :(
The bike was worse. I started with a small issue about 4 miles in, when I looked down and saw my tire tube poking out of the tire. How it hadn't popped I'm not sure, but I quickly got off and tried to adjust. I did, quickly, but it cost me a few mins for sure. As the ride wore on, I literally felt as though I were going to be thrown off my bike at any moment. Even the uphill had a headwind. The noise from the wind in my helmet was literally deafening. When you finally did turn out of the wind for a short stretch, it was like walking into a silence chamber. At times, I was sideways on my bike, as were all the competitors in front of me. It was a tough slog with the wind, on an already challenging bike profile. I don't know about you, but when I think Kansas, I think Saskatchewan. In other words, FLAT. Apparently there actually are non-flat areas in Kansas. Come to think of it, I do recall driving through the never-ending wheat fields of Saskatchewan and seeing 'hills' in the distance. At any rate, I finished the bike in 2:57'55, tied for 9th fastest bike split. Given the 'flat' I had at the start, and the shape I was in coming into this race, that's not bad I guess. But certainly not where I'd hoped to land.
And then the run. This course is a two-location transition race. Just hate these. The run was hot, hilly, humid, and windy. No shade here at all. It was a slugfest the whole way, especially since we had to climb one massive hill twice. I ran a 2:03'25, which is an indication of my fitness and the heat. Not happy at all with that performance. Although it was the 10th fastest run split in my AG. Still, pretty sad. Even running down the yellow brick road, (WoO is one of my all time favourites), did not make up for the conditions at this race.
So all in all, I ended up with 5:50'43, in 10th spot. My 2nd top 10 at a Half. But not one to really write home about. I guess it is an indication of how tough the conditions were, but also an indication of where my fitness was, mostly due to all the injury from this season.
Having said all that, this race was the lucky recipient of 100 slots to Worlds. And with some massive roll-down, I got a slot to Vegas. In retrospect I can say that I absolutely should NOT have taken the slot. I had agreed (with myself) and accepted going in that I wouldn't take one if by some miracle I got one. But I will tell you that when your name gets called, it's hard to say no. But it really was the nail in the coffin for me. I had dug myself into such a deep hole from IMC training, and what followed, and I just kept on digging. Such is life. I can retrospect on it now though, and see what damage I did to myself, and how long it took to climb back out. It was absolutely a lesson in knowing and honouring your limits, and this was a lesson I needed to learn in life as well. It's okay to say no.
Having said all that, this race was the lucky recipient of 100 slots to Worlds. And with some massive roll-down, I got a slot to Vegas. In retrospect I can say that I absolutely should NOT have taken the slot. I had agreed (with myself) and accepted going in that I wouldn't take one if by some miracle I got one. But I will tell you that when your name gets called, it's hard to say no. But it really was the nail in the coffin for me. I had dug myself into such a deep hole from IMC training, and what followed, and I just kept on digging. Such is life. I can retrospect on it now though, and see what damage I did to myself, and how long it took to climb back out. It was absolutely a lesson in knowing and honouring your limits, and this was a lesson I needed to learn in life as well. It's okay to say no.
The best part of the trip was by far racing with Kev and Janet. And all 3 of us were going to Vegas.


