Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Ironman 70.3 World Championship 2016 - Sunshine Coast

Alright. World Champs.  I could write SO MUCH about it: World Championships + Australia...  Yeah, I could write a lot.  :)

But, I'll try to keep it at just the race.  That being said, pre-race could be summarized as:


We arrived in Brisbane the Monday before the race.  We walked around and explored the city.  We visited the Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary (AND I HELD A KOALA).

(Yes, this is an important moment which must be included)

We ate a lot of avo toast and drank a lot of flat whites.  We visited the Australia Zoo.  We finally made it to Mooloolaba around 2pm on Thursday, and immediately headed to the Athlete village to get checked in.

RIDICULOUS.  Craaazy line, although I hear it had been even longer earlier in the day!  After waiting in line for ages, I finally got all my stuff, then headed to the merchandise tent.  Immediately, I wanted the finisher pullover because let's face it, it was adorable.  Except there were only 3 of them left, and they were all L or XL.  We kept checking the rest of the weekend, and they never got anymore...seriously?!  Did they not think anyone would want the finisher gear?!  It really should NOT be sold out on the VERY FIRST DAY!  Ok, rant over.

Anyway, aside from that, the prevailing thing on everyone's mind was the weather!  The winds were picking up, and Friday and Saturday were downright stormy!  The ocean was a crazy, angry mess with gigantic swells--even once you got through the breakers (intimidating enough), the swells would toss you around so much once you were out there!  Also tried a bike ride on Friday with Mac, and it was seriously so windy, it was basically impossible (not to mention it was our first attempt at being on the road there, and being in a new city + trying to abide by the rules of the road which were all completely opposite of what we are used to.... SCARY).  I'm ok with biking in the wind, but it was seriously scary.

Aside from that, I started getting a cold on Friday.  Awesome.  I loaded up on AS MUCH vitamin C and Australian meds I could find.  Nothing to do but wait and see what would happen.


Allen got up first to shower, and looked out the window.  Happily, he turned and let me know that it looked much nicer--sunshine, and no wind!  WOOHOOOO!

We headed to transition, which was an entire block from where we were staying.  I had to drop bottles off on my bike and check the tires, where I ran into Karin and Dusty--good thing, because I was a doofus with no bike pump, and needed to borrow theirs :)  Transition closed at 6am, so that the pros could start at 6:15, so everything had to be done early.  Of course, my start wave was very last, at 8:15am!

Soooo I wandered to the swim start, and sat around with Allen, Mac and Kyle (and later my parents, who we found).  The sunrise was gorgeous.  There was some awesome didgeridoo playing at the beginning.  A GIGANTIC cruise ship appeared, live-streaming the race on it's enormous TV screen on the top deck.  The pros were off!

It finally started to dawn on me that this was, you know, the world championship race that I had been looking forward to ever since qualifying 10+ months ago.  My entire season was meant to culminate here.  Not Coeur d'Alene, not any other race, but HERE.  This was it, finally, and it was time to start appreciating it!

Went back to our room a couple times to use the bathroom, but those 2 hours flew by a lot faster than I expected.  Soon, it was time to get suited up.  I got everything halfway on, said bye to my parents, and headed to the start area where we were rounded up before each wave--and could not shake the feeling that i really wanted to go to the bathroom, one last time!  GOOD JOB, KELLEY.  I tried to convince myself it was just nerves, and that it was fine.  It didn't work.  I had 15 minutes until my wave actually started, which meant 10 minutes until my group would even get into the water.  The porta-potties were in a little park, right next to the beach.  I knew they wouldn't be crowded anymore.  In a now-or-never moment, I made up my mind, and ran back up the beach and to the porta-potties.

So much for my perfectly put on wetsuit.

Still, I felt much better, and now I didn't have to worry about whether I was just nervous, or if I would be able to pee in my wetsuit (never have been able to, so wasn't convinced I'd be able to now!), and I got back to the start area with plenty of time.  Got the wetsuit all the way on again, and was still one of the last people to congregate.  But, I was there, and certainly not late.

With 5 minutes to go, they let our wave into the water, where we had to swim out to the buoys, for an open-water start.  My first open-water start ever!  Odd.  I went off to the right.  Not sure it was the right/fastest choice, but there were way less people there anyway so it seemed to work out.

The nice thing about wetsuits in the saltwater is that you're soooo buoyant, you don't need to do anything to float!  So we all bobbed around, listening to the announcer on the beach, counting down the time.  30 seconds!  Ok Rosanne, time to concentrate.  Suddenly, paddlers holding us back started moving forward, right before they blew the horn--and we were off!!!

Swim - 00:41:09 (94th AG)

Prior to the race, my biggest concern had been that I would be the last person out of the water.  It's one thing to be last in your age group, but since my age group was also starting last, my concern was now being the VERY LAST PERSON IN THE ENTIRE RACE.  I'll tell you now, I was not last, but I sure was close!

I am not a swimmer.  I think we all know this by now.  I can also confidently say that I do not swim well in the ocean.  Luckily, the swim was very tame, but that's probably just because I was so much slower than everyone, I literally just swam all alone the entire time.  Which was nice, it certainly lowered my stress, but seriously, so slow.

It was pretty cool, once we turned and were heading back towards the race, with the giant cruise ship there next to us (relatively) and you could see the race on their big screen.  Not enough to really see and watch it, but you could tell that's what it was.

Of course, on the way back, the currents changed (even the guys told us later that they had been talking about it on shore over the loudspeaker, saying that the currents were changing and pulling us back out).  I realized I kept swimming way off course, way the heck off towards that darn cruise ship.  I tried switching how I was breathing, etc to keep myself more on course, but man that was tough.

There's not much more to say about the swim.  I hate swimming, and swimming clearly hates me.  Still faster than Cabo last year, but only barely, and much slower than my other 70.3 swims this year, which is kind of a bummer.  As slow as I am, I've definitely improved this year, but this swim sure didn't show it!  Oh well.

I also knew that my dad would be there, stationed at the swim out, waiting to make sure I hadn't drowned (not an exaggeration).  I knew I was being extra-slow, and felt bad knowing he would be worrying unnecessarily (I was told later that, yes, he was quite concerned it took me so long.  Sorry, dad!).

However, a very extraordinary thing happened: I passed a green cap.  I passed a couple of green caps!  They had started 5 minutes ahead of us.  I even passed one white cap, which was 10 minutes ahead of me!  I don't say that to put those girls down; absolutely no judgement from me, and I'm sure there's a story there.  But, it was amazing to me and at least I wasn't dead last out of the water.

Anyway, I finally made it to the shore, and stumbled out onto the beach.  I immediately looked around for my dad, and saw him, standing at the verrrrry edge of the tape, as close as you could get to the race.  I yelled at him and waved, and made sure he saw me and knew it was me, before worrying about peeling off my wetsuit.

T1 - 00:04:46

And thus begins the LONGEST. TRANSITION. EVER.

Ran up the beach.  Ran up a bunch of stairs...and turned left?!  I vaguely remembered seeing that on the map, but took me a minute to remember, since all our stuff was to the right.  So, we turned left, and ran alongside transition, before turning back into transition, and back across again.

Grabbed my bike bag (very easy to find, since there were only like 10 bags left out of the thousands of spots on the racks).  Wasn't really sure where I was supposed to put my shoes on, so kept running and looking around, until suddenly there were some chairs along the side of fences, and I figured that must be the spot.   Dumped the bag, put on my shoes and helmet, and really awkwardly managed to shove my wetsuit into the bag.  Now I was running with bike cleats, not really sure what to do with this bag.  Found bins to drop it in, and the volunteers assured me I could drop it in any bin.  Errrr, ok.  Good luck sorting these...

Kept running to the bike racks, and down my aisle.  Finally got to my bike.  Got stuck behind two girls who were leisurely making their way out of transition, but the aisle wasn't wide enough so I had to settle for a brisk walk.  This was annoying, because I knew I was so behind on the swim, and it seemed silly to slow down here...but, whatever.

Finally made it to the end of the bike racks (I was serious about it being the longest transition ever), and UP A FREAKING HILL and through some more turns.  FINALLY there was the mount line, and I could get on the bike!

Bike - 03:01:31 (71st AG)

And get on the bike, I did.  I knew the winds had started to pick up by now, and was anxious to see what the course would be like.  After a super short, silly out and back, including the weirdest first U-turn where I had to turn right (but I got to see my mom so that was good!), we were really and truly starting.

A short bit to get out of town.  These little rollers are a lot bigger on the bike.  Get on the gas, Kelley!

Onto the motorway, and I finally was able to settle in.  I was flying, holding 24mph pretty easily, which of course meant a tailwind.  That's ok, I went with it ;)  I was looking out for Mac, knowing I should be seeing her on this out and back, and finally saw her!! The best.  Navigated a roundabout, which I later heard some people went all the way around (instead of continuing on), therefore cutting the course (supposedly on accident) and getting disqualified.

The bit on the motorway was nice.  It was kind of boring.  But also kind of nice.  I loved looking around, and taking in the Australian vegetation and scenery, so at least there was that!

As we turned around, I was hoping it would still be a tailwind--errrrr, NOPE.  From that point forward, it was a total windy struggle.

We turned off the motorway and headed into the hinterlands, which are really just pretty hills, I think.  I knew what the course looked like, but it was hard to judge the distances, and when these loops would start.  Suddenly, things got a lot more crowded, as the two laps merged together.  Until now, the course was reasonable empty.  Not empty, but always clear space.  The sudden influx of riders was weird, and definitely had to be a lot more alert!

But then, up ahead, I saw the sign for "LAP 1", and the entrance to the Infamous Hill.

Aside from the weather, The Hill was also the only thing people had been talking about the last few days.  Now that athletes were finally flooding into the area and previewing the course, all it was was "but The Hill!" over and over and over.  We hadn't had a chance to ride it, but I had seen the profile enough times to know it had a couple kicks.

Ok, shifted down--let's do this.

Man, ok, yes, that starts up straight up hill!  But, it was short.  I made it up the first little climb.  I mean, I had worked for it, but I was ok, and HEY LOOK AT THAT, I just went up this 20% climb, I am invincible!

A short reprieve, as the road curved, and--gulp.  There was another wall, positively staring at me, and I really had not yet recovered.

Alright Kelley, let's go.

The babiest flat, and then are you kidding me?!  Straight up, again.  This was the longest stretch.  By now, there were athletes everywhere.  Walking.  Every single one of them was walking their bike up the hill, except one guy I could see up ahead.  Previously, the thought of walking hadn't even crossed my mind--why would you do that?!  But seeing these people made me think about it.  Don't slow down, Kelley!!!!  You are NOT going to walk, you are in the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS and you are here to RIDE A BIKE, don't even THINK about getting off this bike.

So I ground up that hill, passing everyone who was walking.  There were spectators camped out on the sides, yelling and cheering.  I didn't get out of my saddle, just settled down and put in the work.  You love hills, Kelley, time to show them how it's done.  By the time I was near the top, I managed to pass the guy ahead of me, which made me very pleased, and much to the chagrin of everyone watching :)

BOOM.  And there was the top.  There was a giant inflatable arch, which I think was an indicator for a penalty tent, but climbing up to it with people yelling at you up a crazy hill sure made it feel like the Tour de France.  It may have hurt, but MAN that was fun!

Of course, by now I was slow.  I was doing ok, but that climb made my legs start to feel it.  I finally merged down to the bottom again, where some people heading to the finish passed me (I think those were the only people who passed me the whole time).  But I wasn't feeling great by now, and that DARN WIND would just not stop!  I started up the second loop, which was a lot more tame, but instead had long, drawn out grades which I was utterly incapable of climbing by now.

I think I blocked most of this part out.

By the time I was done with the second loop, and finally ready to head back in, I was pretty sick of the bike.  Wind kept picking up, which I know is a lame excuse, but at one point I was legitimately going downhill, pedaling, and still watching my speed go DOWN.

By now, I was also looking at my time.  And I realized that transition was too far away, and suddenly, I might be going over 3 hours?!

Battling the last wind heading back to Mooloolaba, I tried not to focus on my time, and just finish the darn bike.  But there it was, staring at me.  Even by the time we were turning back down the downhill street to transition, I knew it was too late--and I was MAD.

Some people were slowly soft-pedaling down the hill, which was also maddening.  I booked it, came skidding to a stop, and basically threw my bike at someone.  3:01:xx and my slowest 70.3 bike split ever, and I was ready to run this thing and get it DONE.

T2 -  00:03:49

Running to the racks of run bags, I ignored all the volunteers trying to tell me where to go.  Until they tried to keep me at the end of the rack, so they could get my bag for me.  I could SEE my bag, it was RIGHT THERE, why are they running to the other end of the aisle!

They came running back with a bag-- 3711, or some other number.  I groaned.  MY BAG IS RIGHT THERE, THAT ONE RIGHT THERE WITH THE PINK HOKAS AND YELLOW HAT, IT'S RIGHT THERE CAN I JUST GET IT, IT'S RIIIGHT THERE!

I'm sure this took way less time than it felt like, but of course it felt like an eternity at the time.

Finally I just walked over and got my own what?!  Suddenly, all the volunteers disappeared, and I had NO idea what I was supposed to do or where to go.  There was no room to change (put shoes on) here...

Luckily, my mom was also standing right there, on the other side of the fence, and pointed and yelled to me to go down the stairs, on the other side.

Ok, great--wait, what?!  Down...the stairs?!

Who puts stairs in transition?  Who puts stairs in transition, which you have to go down while wearing bike cleats?!?!

Whatever.  I tried to not eat it, and made it down to the little area with chairs.  It was admittedly gorgeous, overlooking the water.  A guy with a video camera came and interviewed the girl sitting across from me-- I bet that clip goes into the broadcast later.

In any case, I got things done relatively quickly, positively threw my bag at some more poor volunteers (again, good luck sorting those??  Sorry :-\), and clipped on my number as I bolted out of there.

Not sure where the line was, again, but I turned a corner, and was suddenly on the run--at last!

Run - 01:44:12 (60th AG)

Luckily, my anger at my bike split was forgotten the second I hit the run, and suddenly only one thing mattered: GO AS FAST AS YOU CAN, KELLEY.

There was a big Oakley stand at the base of the hill we were about to run up, blasting music.  The crowds were phenomenal.  Now THIS is a RACE!

I was flying.  I flew up the hill, and I flew down.  I saw Kyle, standing on the side of the road looking down at his phone, and I yelled to get his attention.  He came bolting after me, and managed to get up ahead, to stop and yell at me some more (and get some photos ;) ).  My mom had told me that Mac was up ahead, and Kyle reiterated-- I had somehow forgotten that she would be up there, and that at the very least, we would be able to see each other on the out and backs!

I somehow managed a 6:55 first mile, even going up the enormous hill.  I was running hard, and suddenly that cold was making itself felt.  I was ok, but my lungs felt like they were on the verge of giving out, and I wasn't sure how long I could keep it up.

But this was the world championships, after all, and after a sub-par swim and bike, I was not going to go down without swinging.  I made up my mind then and there that I was going to keep running as hard as I could as long as I could. I figured I'd have to slow down eventually, and I'd rather be as far as possible when that time hit.

I did slow down a bit after that, but I did still manage a handful of pretty solid miles.  I finally caught Mac, and then saw her each time the paths crossed, which was amazing motivation!

The turnaround came, and it was time to head back.  Somehow, these laps felt super long, even though they were only a little over 3 miles each!  No worries, Kelley, just keep freaking running.  I was kind of amazed that I was still running hard, and that I was maintaining a pretty equal feeling of lungs-about-to-give out.

Allen appeared at one spot, which was a good lift.  There were a couple of odd places, running through parking lots, and this was one of them--although it honestly didn't really register at the time, so I guess I was focused enough on running.

And theeeeere was the dumb hill again-- but on this side, it was a lot longer and more drawn out.  My run slowed to more of a shuffle, not nearly as fast as I had been running up the other side!  This was alarming.  But, keep on moving, Kelley.

One girl went BLAZING past me.  Some spectators were yelling "show them how it's done!" and yes, she was certainly showing us all how it was done.  She must have been on her last lap and I can only hope she was going on to win her age group, because holy cow, I only wished I could run like that (on the flat, much less up a hill...)!

No matter.  I had one more lap to go.  As I ran down, I was more or less running with another girl, who seemed to know half the people spectating.  It was kind of awesome though, because she was getting HUGE cheers and applause, and I kinda soaked it up too :)  I jealously eyed the "finish" arrows, but knew I would be seeing it soon enough.  Time to get this thing done.

The way back up the hill was hard, again, but this shorter, steeper side really was easier.  Again-- the crowds!!  It was so amazing, they really provided so much energy and encouragement!

On the way down, I made sure to take in the amazing view.  The plus side to that hill was the incredible view, with the mountains, beach and ocean curving in front of you.  That was definitely a moment when it sunk in exactly what race this was.  (Another moment was realizing that, aside from a few exceptions, NOBODY was walking.  Usually by the run, you see people walking at times, but--oh champs)

Buuuuut it was also getting tougher, and I still had like 6 miles to go sooooo enough of that, and time to run again.  My slowest miles were up that dumb hill again, but that's ok.  I managed to push the time back down a bit later, although I was also starting to get a stomach ache, and I started stopping for coke at the aid stations, hoping that it would make me burp and feel better.  So, my times were a bit slower from stopping and walking as I knew I needed to sip the coke, but it was ok-- I was still speeding up a bit, and it seemed to help a bit.

The out felt long, again, but at least now I knew exactly where I was, and even better was hitting the turn around and knowing that now I just had to get back!

I saw Mac one last time, and told her I'd see her at the finish!  Last time through the park.  Last time up the hill (which somehow didn't feel as bad, although I'm sure it was about the same...)

..but it didn't matter, because cresting that hill meant a long, downhill to the finish chute.  And THAT was amazing.

I saw Kyle, waiting at the entrance to the red carpet.  I saw my parents (and had to yell at my mom so she could see me, haha), too.

Unfortunately, I was there at about the same time as two other guys ahead of me, and another girl behind me.  And as we hit the finish line, the two guys in front of me slowed down.  WAY down.  But I also didn't have enough time or space to get around them (and couldn't slow down too much because of the girl behind me...) so my finish line run turned into an awkward, slow jog.  But there was Allen, right at the finish line, and it was all ok.

I was done!

Total: 05:35:27

Swim - 00:41:09 (94th AG)
T1 - 00:04:46
Bike - 03:01:31 (71st AG)
T2 -  00:03:49
Run - 01:44:12 (60th AG)

Overall:  1860/2721
Female:  422/933
AG:  60/101

As I crossed the line, I think I was the most emotional I've ever been--even more than after the full!  No, it wasn't quite the race I wanted.  But I truly felt like I gave it everything I had.  I didn't regret anything, I hadn't made any dumb mistakes (by either going too hard, too easy, or anything else), and most importantly, I knew I had had fun and really taken it all it.  It was an amazing experience, I was so thankful and grateful to be there, and it was honestly a race I'll never forget.  I hope to make it to another World Champs, and hopefully race faster (or at least to the ability I know I can), but if not, I know I had an amazing experience here!  :)

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Ironman Canada 70.3 - 2016

Alright, let’s back this up to Thursday before the race.

I had an easy, hour-long spin on my schedule.  Super easy.  “NO effort” was emphatically stated, by my coach. Work has been busy and stressful, so I wanted to take advantage of a break between meetings for relaxing, quick little bike ride mid-day..

I set off, decided the 520 trail was a good idea.  Made it to the top of the hill, went through one light, made it to the next crosswalk and saw I was about 25 minutes in.  “Great,” I thought.  “I don’t really feel like dealing with more crosswalks, so I’ll just turn around now.  Look how easy I am keeping it!  I’m even cutting it a little short!  Impressive!”

I turned, started moving, and realized I hadn’t re-started my garmin.  My 920xt stopped working (a whole different story) so I was just using the 520.  I had my right hand on the bars, and reached over with my left.  Something was off-balance.  My weight shifted, to press the button, and suddenly I felt everything shift.  In slow motion, I felt myself going down.  No no no no NOOOOoooooooooooooo…….

I braced myself, and I was in shock as I hit the ground.  I heard my carbon wheels echoing.  No, not the wheels!!! I quickly scrambled to my feet, as if the faster I got up, I could undo it all.  No one saw it so it didn’t happen, right?!  Wrong.  I was on the corner of the intersection, next to the off-ramp of the freeway.  I’m sure tons of people saw me.  I propped my bike up on the fence.  Super panicky, I tried to figure out what the heck just happened.  Focus, Rosanne.  Breathe.  I felt my knee sting.  Looked down, grimacing, seeing the blood.  It’s fine, it’s just a scratch.

I stared at my bike.  Nothing obvious.  Bar tape is torn and the corner of the bars are scuffed up.  But doesn’t look bad.  Wheels…wheels look ok!  Brakes are all askew.  Fix that.  Rear wheel is fine.  Chain is off, front derailer looks bent…or maybe not??  I took forever, frantically trying to get the chain back on.  Some guy went walking by me on the sidewalk.  I looked at him, bloodied up and covered in bike grease. He looked at me..and kept on walking.  Whatever; I don’t want you help, anyway.

After finally calming down and getting my wheels spinning and gears shifting again, I started to think again.  The bike is ok..I think.  It has to be ok, right?  What about the race?  How scraped up am I, do I feel ok?  Oh no…showering is going to be THE WORST.  I texted Mac.  I thought I could ride, but wanted Kyle to check my bike.  She quickly told me to come over.  I tried to compose myself a bit more.  Calmed down.  And sloooowly made my way to their place.

After that, it was all good news.  Mac and Kyle sent me to the shower to start washing the dirt off.  A banged up knee (three separate spots of road rash, with an enormous bruise which was already incredibly swollen), a skinned forearm, and a big gash down the inside of my thigh—presumably from the broken gel holder on my top tube.  By the time I was washed off and Mac and bandaged me up, Kyle had already re-wrapped my bars with fresh new tape, and epoxied the scuffed spots.  Seriously could not even tell anything had happened.  A quick adjustment of the rear derailer, and I was all set—absolutely no damage!  Hooray!

Anyway, all that to explain that pre-race wasn’t quite what I had been hoping for!  Many very painful showers later, I was in Whistler and prepping for Sunday.  Riding the bike to drop off in T1 on Saturday was painful—and I wasn’t even in aero.  The swelling was all gone, but the road rash sure did sting!  But everyone assured me it would be fine and I wouldn’t even notice; plus, it was just a training day, so there was no big pressure.  So, I carried that into the day and mostly was in denial about the entire race at all (until about halfway through the swim).

Race morning, and I was up early to prep.  A huge amount of Neosporin on my knee, plus tagaderm, covered with sports tape.  The goal was to keep that in place through the swim at a minimum, and protect it from rubbing against the wetsuit.  Another liberal amount of Neosporin on my arm, and then wrapped up tight with coband.  This, hopefully, would stay on well enough through the bike—and hopefully it would be enough cushion that I could ride in aero.

Leg patched, arm wrapped, ready to go!
We watched the full get underway first, and had fun watching the first people come in.  I missed Mac come in, somehow, too!  Super bummed :( but she swam an amazing 1:14 and it was so exciting to find out!  Last minute-struggles getting the wetsuit on.  Then forgetting my (Allen’s) garmin.  Then realizing I needed to…swim.

Swim – 37:56 (9th AG)

Rolling swim starts are great!  Hurray!  Cross the mat with just one or two others, and hit the water.  Took a few big steps as I could, and got to swimming ASAP (some people waiting a loooong time to start swimming!).  I braced myself, waiting for the shock of a combination of both cold (I hadn’t felt the water beforehand) and pain (from the road rash)…and…nothing!  YAY!  I focused on staying smooth, and everything felt good (aside from the fact that I was swimming, and swimming is dumb).  The way out went by quick.  The water was nice, there was plenty of space, really nothing noteworthy.  I did get kicked in the right knee once, which sent a wave of pain, but that was about it.  This is great!  I’m going to write about this, and have nothing to say about the swim!  Super boring and uneventful, the best kind of swim!

Alrighty, time to see what happens with swimming!
Famous.  Last.  Words (thoughts).

First turn came, and I swam cautiously and carefully, to avoid being clobbered on my right side (left hand turn, so the right was even more susceptible).  Made it fine.  Got stuck in a group, someone kept trying to runi into me.  I kept holding back.  Finally resorted to just following this guy, since I was tired of almost getting hit, and we were also now swimming into the sun and I really couldn’t see the buoy, anyway.

Suddenly I started noticing that I saw lots of people when I was breathing to the right.  And they were all getting further away.  Something wasn’t right.  Someone was clearly off course.  Why are they all over there?  Did I miss something?  But there was still a little pack around me, and we all followed this guy up front.  I kept looking around, trying to orient myself to make sure I was going the right way.  Finally, I saw a kayaker rushing over to meet the guy out front, and I KNEW we had to be off-track.  I stopped completely, looked all the way around, and saw that we were actually swimming diagonally, and totally cutting off the second turn buoy! Nooooo!  Before seeing what the kayaker was saying, I turned and took off, back towards the buoy; as long as I made it around all the turns, I was still “on course” and I was not about to cut any corners!

All told, it probably cost me about a minute.  Nothing huge, but really annoying.  That should teach me for only sighting off of one person.

Fine, that was annoying and now I have to write about it.  But the plus side of that ordeal was that I did glance at my watch, and saw it had only been 15 minutes!  I couldn’t remember exactly what the swim course looked like; I knew I probably wasn’t quite halfway, but knew it was probably roughly close, and was pretty stoked with that.

Unfortunately, the way back was not as smooth.  I’m not sure where all the people came from, but I was pummeled.  Normally I would be a bit more aggressive and try to hold my ground (water) a bit more, but I was sooooo afraid of anyone touching me, I did find myself holding up and stopping for a moment to let people by, as soon as I was too crowded.  Granted, I did line up in the 30-35 area, but it wasn’t only people swimming past me—I was also coming up on a bunch of people.  So, I’m not sure why it got soooo much more crowded and violent, but the nice empty water that I had enjoyed before was totally gone.

Also saw some lone ironman swim caps, way at the bottom of the lake.  In the middle of the course.  That was eerie.  I told myself they just came off, and there was nothing bad that had happened—but still creepy!

Finally, turned back.  Then turned again.  Lots of weeds (and another cap!  Creepy!) and fiiiiiinally saw the ground.  Happily, I scrambled out of the water.

Trying to be graceful
Glanced at my watch, was a little bummed at the time but knew I had a lot more conservatively, and focused on the next task—getting the wetsuit off, carefully, and getting on the bike.
Failing at being graceful, but this is basically how I ran through transition
T1 – 3:21

Since the full had wetsuit strippers, the half distance racers got wetsuit strippers, too!  But, I was worried about the bandaging (also just worried about being rough with my knee and arm in general), so I tried to (politely) decline and ran past all the enthusiastic volunteers to grab my bag.  I did manage to unzip my wetsuit and pull the left shoulder down, but other than that, I was fully wetsuit-ed as I sat down in the changing tent.

As I carefully got my right sleeve off (coband was in place and everything looked good! Yay!), a volunteer moved over to me, and wanted to help me take off the wetsuit quickly.  “I have something on my knee, I’m just trying to be careful…here, just let me get the knee…” I got it off, and then let her pull the wetsuit off the rest of the way.  She dumped the rest of my gear, I got what I needed, and she packed up the rest.  I definitely was moving more slowly here than usual, but I really didn’t want to make sudden movements or do anything to hurt myself, especially since I wasn’t really sure myself how I felt.

Stuffing my sunglasses in my top, I ran through the bike racks.  Found my bike.  Grabbed in, and made the long trek to bike out.  And the long run up to the mount line.  And tried to get on the bike.  We had spent most of the morning laughing at everyone (even the pros) try to get on the bike—it was an uphill mount, and NOBODY was doing very well.  Lots of crashing into the fench, falling over, etc etc etc.  Suddenly, it seemed a lot harder, but I did manage it without too much trouble.  Alrighty, let’s see how this goes….

Bike – 2:55:50 (5th AG)

I was in a small gear, but still stood up to power up the little hill; saw Kyle at the top as I crested and Allen right down the road.  I knew he was trying to ask how the swim went, but I didn’t have much to say + I was kinda of stil out of it, so I mumbled about getting hit a lot, then sped away—right down into aero, without even thinking about it.  I was THRILLED that aero seemed to be no problem!
Up out of transition..but can I ride in aero?
The way out, to get to the highway, was a little odd.  It was rolly, it had some rough pavement, I didn’t know how long it was.  I kept trying to find my legs, but even the very first rollers seemed….annoying.  Not particularly difficult, but I felt that I shouldn’t be feeling them at all.  There was some jostling around with other riders, as we passed each other trying to settle into our respective speeds.

Once we got to the highway, I started to settle down more.  I also noticed that my garmin, which I had carefully set up to start in the “Race” profile, was showing Calories in the bottom field—not Power.  I scrolled through all the options. Did I really not set up this profile?!  I could have sworn I did, and used it in CDA, but I finally concluded that there was no way I would see my power numbers.

I debated this for a while with myself.  I don’t have particular targets, but apparently I do pay more attention than I thought, because it was driving me nuts to not know!  I finally reasoned that I could stop, save, then re-start a ride in a new profile, but I didn’t want to mess up the numbers too badly so decided I would do that at 10 miles in.  I rode on.

Up and down, and rolling hills.  Nothing awful, all really short, I felt ok, but not amazing.  I was thrilled to be in aero, though!   It was hard to really know my average speed, since there was so much up and down, but my 5 mile increments were coming in around roughly 13 minutes each so I knew I was doing well.  Except, wait, that means it’s been 15 miles and I forgot to restart my garmin!  I waited until 16 miles (because then it would just be an even 40 miles to go), then tried to quickly stop-save-back-select new profile-restart.  It was a bit of a mess, getting myself situated, but I managed it quickly enough and suddenly I had my power numbers back.  I settled back down into aero, and suddenly saw a bright pink kit with matching bright pink helmet and neon yellow shoes approaching!  MAC!!!  I yelled for her, pumped my fist and smiled, I was so psyhed to see her :)

Soon-ish, I got to the turn, and promptly saw the “1km to 70.3 turnaround” sign.  Kind of silly, really.  Up for one 1km, awkward sharp turn (where I unclipped my foot and help myself turn, much to the amusement of the volunteers), then back down.  Time to head back toward Whistler!

I found Kimberly, on one of the longer hills back up.  We rode next to each other a bit, chatting about the swim and bike so far.  She was looking great, and I was so excited for her to be doing so well on her first full!

The lanes kept moving and I kept having to avoid the middle rumble strip, or turtles, or various other things, but finally made it back to town.  I wasn’t exactly sure where Allen and Kyle would be, but suddenly I heard my name and saw Kyle out of the corner of my eye!  A slight wave as I realized it was him, and then heard Allen on the other side—but wasn’t able to see him.  No matter; I knew they were there, I knew I was in aero and therefore looked good for them to see, and happily kept on.

As we headed out towards Green Lake, it finally started spreading out a bit more.  The views were gorgeous; I kept stopping and looking around.  We passed the sign on the trail next to the road, saying “70.3 turnaround” for the run, and I chuckled thinking how that would be feeling in a few hours.  Suddenly, I realized we were descending a lot more than climbing, and realized that this must be the big looooong descent down to Pemberton.  We hit the new pavement, which supposedly they finished at 1pm the previous day.  It was “nice,” I guess, but parts of it really sketched me out—it was so fresh, it felt really slippery, and there were no guard rails.  Everyone around kept exclaiming how nice it was, but I honestly preferred the other asphalt.  Oh well.

I wasn’t sure how far until the turn-around, since I wasn’t sure how far the first turn-around had been.  Clearly, I was super well prepared for this ;)  I did finally see Sam, coming up the other direction, so I hoped that meant I was getting close!  Sure enough, I started seeing signs for Pemberton, and soon I was heading to the “70.3 turnaround” lane.  A little confusing, but got it all sorted out.  Once again unclipped (while telling the volunteers “ahhh I don’t trust myself!”, as they all yelled “hey that’s the best turn we’ve seen all day!”) and was on my way.  Somewhere around here, there was an aid station.  I had refilled with some Gatorade at some point, but I was getting hungry.  Again.  I was trying to be better about my EFS but that hunger was definitely there.  I saw some volunteers hading out banana halves, and I totally jumped on it!  Perfect.  I took a couple more at the next couple aid stations, and it was enough to get me through.  Few.

I started grinding my way up.  This will be great! I thought.  I love hills.  I can pass people.  I can’t wait.  I’ll feel wonderful!  Just a few-ish miles and I’ll be done!

Except..people were passing me.  And I was getting dropped.  Not that I care particularly about passing people, just that it was a clear indication that I just wasn’t feeling it.  I would have sworn my brakes were rubbing, but I know by now that whenever I think that, it usually means I’m just being slow.

Nothing was bad, I just didn’t feel good.  No energy.  No fight.  I tried drinking more, tried water instead of Gatorade, tried more bananas.. but the legs just weren’t there.

I did have one Aid Station Fiasco, as I got closer to the end of the long climb.  I had a toss bottle of water on my top tube, and it wasn’t quite done yet but I thought maybe some nice cold water would help me feel better.  I grabbed it to toss at the beginning of the aid station, and there was a kid on the side, collecting bottles, so he held his hand out.  Ok, so he wants to just grab it, sure, I’ll do that instead of chucking it at him.  Except, somehow that hand-off didn’t work, because he was way off the side of the road and I wasn’t paying attention at all, and WHY AM I SUDDENLY OFF THE ROAD AND RIDING INTO THE GRAVEL!!?!???!  I dropped the bottle, stabilized myself and got back onto the pavement.  ROOKIE MOVE, KELLEY,  DO NOT RIDE OFF THE ROAD. 

By this time, the next volunteer who had previously been holding water, was too busy staring at me (the dumb biker riding off the raod) to get more water…so, I had to wait for the next volunteer.  But someone else rode up, but in front of me and grabbed the bottle---and proceeded to drop it in front of my tire.  I avoided that, and finally, finally, FINALLY at the very end of the aid station, managed to grab a nice, cold bottle of water. 

Except this bottle, they had yanked the entire closure part of the cap off, so when I put it in my bottle holder it just spilled water onto my garmin.  I mean, I know the thing is water resistant, but I didn’t exactly want to be dumping water on it the entire time.  So, I ended up dumping half of it out on myself, so that at least the dripping was minimized to when there were bumps in the road.  The struggle.

Speaking of struggle, I was still struggling.  Time was passing quickly but distance was not, but I thought I should still be under 3 hours. Hopefully.  The last few miles weren’t pretty, but I finally made it back to Whistler, and wound my way to transition.
Mostly just happy to get off the dumb bike
As I turned the corner and saw the guy motioning to SLOOOW DOOOWN, I unclipped…but heard Kyle yelling at me from the sides to keep going—the mount line was around one last corner!   Errrr, way to make that clear, guys.  Turned, pedaled a bit more, and THEN finally unclipped and managed to stop my garmin before a nice volunteer grabbed my bike away (in hindsight, that seems so odd.  My poor bike!  But in the moment, it’s totally second nature—off the bike, let go, and don’t think twice about someone else taking it away).
See?!  From far away, that arrow just looks like a dismount line!  Right?  Just tell me I'm right...

T2 – 0:59

I rushed off to grab my bag.  That morning, I had intentionally paid close attention to where it was.  The numbering confused me, but I know where it should be.  Apparently, it confused the volunteers, too.  As they shouted my number, to try to help, I had multiple volunteers trying to grab me and take me to a differnet line of bags.  “Over here!”  I finally got kind of annoyed, and snapped “no, I’m pretty sure it’s right here,” as I ran down the line, grabbed my bag, and ran off.  Sorry, not meaning to be snippy, but I really did know where it was and just needed them to stop trying to change what I was doing and distract me!

The tent was fairly busy, but I found a seat.  Took shoes and glasses off, but left on my helmet.  OF COURSE.  As I got my socks and shoes on, I laughed to the volunteer, saying “ok maybe I should take my helmet off, my husband always makes fun of me for leaving it on!”  “it wouldn’t be the first time someone ran off with it on!” she laughed.

After confirming I didn’t want my glasses, the volunteer gathered the rest of my stuff and I was off!

Run – 1:50:54 (5th AG)

And soon enough, I was off.  I heard a big group of cheers, from various friends (sorry, I didn’t even see exactly who was in all the groups but I kept recognizing faces; now I can’t remember which groups I saw where! But hi!!!!)…and as I ran through the chute at the start of the run, I quickly realized that the tagaderm-and-sports-tape combo, which had been flapping a bit on the bike but was otherwise fine, was now INCREDIBLY ANNOYING.  I knew there was no way I could keep it on for the run, flapping around like that, and decided right away I’d have to stop momentarily at the first aid station to toss it.

Hooray, hi Allen!  I'll pretend to look happy about the start of the run, sure!
Turning the corner, there was Allen!  After smiling and running past, the flapping tagaderm on my knee was still bugging me.  I tried to keep going.  I got like 5 more steps before I realized there was no way I was even going to make it to the aid station—so I stopped, ripped it off, turned and yelled “ALLEN!!!!” as I threw it over towards him, pointed and ran off.  I did feel bad, leaving a wadded mess of sweaty, oozy tagaderm…but…sorry.  :)

Then he made the mistake of asking how I felt, and the truth came out...

I wound my way slowly through the first part of the course, around lost lake. Everything was uphill!  WHY IS EVERYTHING UPHILL?!  I was struggling, it felt so so so hard, I could feel myself working way harder than I should be.  Finally, from the other edge of Lost Lake, things started going down more than up, and I tried desperately to pick up the pace.  Figure it out.  I was dodging pedestrians and mountain bikers, since the trail was still open to other use.  I made it to the intersection, where special needs was for the full, and saw Kyle and friends shortly after.  Kyle yelled at me to run someone down, but I didn’t know who he was talking about—it didn’t matter, anyway.  There was nothing in me.  No energy in my legs, and absolutely no spark to push it.  Allen saw me a few yards down, and tried yelling at me to push the pace as well—I waved him off, and couldn’t even try.  He told me afterwards that he could tell right then that I didn’t have it in me, since his yelling didn’t even perk me up momentarily.  No fight.
Normally, this would inspire me.  Not today.
Regardless, I was now about 5k down, which mean there was “only” 10 miles left! I reasoned with myself that 10 miles was just like an easy long run, no big deal.  I did finally find myself settling down, and things started feeling sustainable vs the frantic, “how am I ever going to keep running” feeling at the beginning.  The garmin must have been loosing satelites, because it kept dipping down to like, 15 minute miles, and I knew I wasn’t THAT slow, but I knew I was nowhere near where I “should be.”

Let’s get a wider perspective here, though, and take a look at my running since CDA.  In other words—nothing.  My running has been feeling so flat, and honestly a huge struggle.  I haven’t been running anywhere near my “normal” times, so at least in my head, I knew that while I WANTED to be running faster—there was nothing extraordinarily wrong with the day.  I was just not running super well lately.
At least these photos make it look like I was running! :)
But, back to the course.  It was all uphill, did I mention that??  It wound through various neighborhoods, and trails, and all sorts of places.  Super pretty, lots to look at, but MAN I was struggling.  Lots of games with myself, making it to the next mile, the next landmark.  I saw Sam coming back, yelled at her, then knew the next thing to hit was the turnaround.   FINALLY it came, but the downhills I was looking forward to, after the uphills to get there, just weren’t quite as much as I had hoped ;)
At least it was pretty :)
But, I kept going.  It ebbed and flowed, sometimes feeling better, sometimes feeling worse.  But finally, I made it back to Blackcomb Way, and I could see and hear the finish line!

Unfortunately, it’s still quite the trek to get TO the finish line, as you have to go past it, wind through more trails, head back to the village, run under an overpass, turn to run a block THROUGH the village, then run over the overpass and finally, finally, FINALLY turn onto the street with the finish line at the end.  Kyle was there, near the turn, and I heard him cheering for me.  As I hit the red carpet, I actually saw Allen for once, waved, and TRIED to give five him—it almost worked!

Almost to the finish!  Finally!

The high-5 that ALMOST happened
In the end, I still very happily crossed the line—unaware of my time, or anything else, just happy to be done with a solid day of training.


Swim 37:56
T1 3:21
Bike 2:55:50
T2 0:59
Run 1:50:54

Overall 5:29:00

5/13 AG, 102/536 Overall

Not my best, not my worst.  All told, it was about exactly what I expected, given where I am with training and especially considering crashing.  I know I CAN be faster, which makes it hard to get super excited about these results, but I also never went into it with the intention of being competitive.  So, with that, I think it was a really successful day.

I still had a good swim, and I’ve solidified that I can swim faster than last year—even swimming conservatively, off-course, and trying to protect my knee and arm, I swam much faster than at Cabo last year.

I may have felt smoked on the bike, but I still averaged 19+ mph, on a course with something like 3500’ elevation (I still haven’t uploaded any data, since it was Allen’s garmin…oopps), so that’s nothing to be too ashamed of.

Running wasn’t great, but it was still a 8:28/mi average which….isn’t great, but for the end of a 70.3, and considering I was struggling with that pace last week..i’ll take it!  A very fair assessment of my running ability right now.

Now, I finally feel like I can fully focus on Australia!  That is the next race coming up, and I’m super excited and motivated.  Time to get my legs back, and get going!!!  :)

Trusty Sherpa!!