|Finished! Orangeman 71.3|
I always find that making the day before the race nice and smooth is a great precursor to a good race. We woke up early to thunderstorms, took care of all the pre-race expo, bike checks, gear checks, packing and getting food prepared. We drew up a quick pre-dawn checklist and set everything up for the morning so all we had to do was wake up, have tea, eat breakfast, and head out on our bikes to the race. The night before Adam had left me a "Happy 1st Tri Birthday" card in my transition bag that I opened and kept with my stuff. Too cute!
"Sow a thought and you reap an act;
Sow an act and you reap a habit;
Sow a habit and you reap a character;
Sow a character and you reap a destiny."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
A year ago, I raced the Pacific Coast Triathlon, a sprint distance course (.5 mi swim, 12 mi ride, 3 mi run) at Crystal Cove, CA. It would be the culmination of 5 months of training, learning and conquering my fears. I was terrified of the ocean, my open water swims had vacillated between sucking completely and sucking partially. I was coming from a background of no formal run, swim or bike training. I had just bought a new road bike and was extremely nervous about the whole clip-in/clip-out business. I was never a very fast runner, and felt bogged down by the extra weight I was carrying. I was still trying to balance my new active life with my old party life and finding it difficult to be consistent in training. When I got to the race, I felt like the fat kid in gym class, surrounded by people who knew what they were doing. I racked my bike and nervously said hi to the girls who were in my age group. The girl next to me had one leg. There were women in there 60's and 70's. There were heavy people, skinny people, and those in between. Many were there for their first time. Then there were girls who were racing, with their fancy bikes and matching kits and confidence. I tried my best to calm down and be content with who I am and what I was capable of.