Big Kahuna 2008 -
WARNING - THIS POST MAY BE LENGTHY AND CONTAIN FOUL LANGUAGE!!!!!
Alright - My story starts after my first 1/2 IM of the year which was in July. I had planned to take it easy, but training was going well and I went for a sub 6 hr time. I missed it by 4 minutes. Confidence was running high as I viewed the Big Kahuna as an easier course. However, my training between the 2 in the following month and a week went to HE[[. I did not swim, other than screwing around with other 35+ yr old kids in the lake on vacation, I maybe ran 5 times, but I did ride a lot.
For some reason motivation just wasn't there. No family coming with me, no one I know doing the tri, lost my training buddy to an injury, wife went to Europe for 2 weeks and I watched the kids (1 ride, 1 spin, and 1 stairmaster over 2 weeks). She returned with 9 days left to the event, gee I am suppose to be tapering, but tapering from what???
All the way up to the day of the event I had thoughts of just NOT going. We bid on a dinner at a fundraiser that was the Sat I was suppose to register, my daughter had her first ever Volleyball game, my cousin was having her 40th B Day. 3 great reasons NOT to go.
Some come Saturday what do I do? I go... I commited to it, perhaps not physically. OK - Let's move on...
Saturday I head out from CA wine country to Santa Cruz. As I am crossing the Golden Gate, I am going over things I have. Thats when I scream out an F bomb. Left my Garmin in drawer. Oh He[[ with it, I will just go by "feel".
Stop by Sport's Basement, and call Pat, What are those non cramping pills called? OH Hammer Electrolytes. OK, I see 4 per package, so I pick three. 1/2 way though the bike, start of run, 1/2 way through run. (This is pertinent later).
The previous yr I got a hotel room and had a horrible night sleep up til after 3 am with a party in the room above us. So this yr I decide to "camp out". I drive up Hwy 1, I see lots of surfers and motorhomes with lights on settling in for the evening, but I figure I will pull off the road and find a more quiet place. I pull down a dirt road, set up the bed in the back of the SUV, nice and cozy, take my Tylonal PM's, set my alarm 10:00PM WAHOOOO!
ASLEEP
11:30PM - KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK - - POLICE!!!!
me, WTF?
police, What are you doing?
me, I'm sleeping...
Apparently I picked an isolated dirt road right next to where all the police go at mid night to hang out and eat. NICE...
Get in the car and drive to recommended place by officer. 20 minutes away, OK sleep again now midnight. 4:30 alarm goes off. Still way better sleep then previous year.
SWIM - Jumped in to get used to the ocean. Not bad water was a warm 64 degrees. Very warm for the Pacific, but last year there were no waves, just little lapers. This year - - freaking crashing waves. I head out a ways for warm up, not bad. Turn around to head back, one breast stroke, and I am hit with a wave and swallow a full mouth full of salt water. BLACH
Things go well, at the start I am right with a lot of people in my group to the first bouy. I am feeling good (for not swimming at all) I am finding myself feeling a little sick from the up and down of the waves. I try to spot the bouy, but I keep having to wait for a lift from the wave to view it. They only have 3 out there for 1.2 miles. Fine last yr with flat water, but not this year. I clear 2nd bouy, all of sudden, I am disoriented, I literally T bone someone. "Where the he[[ is he going?" Oh it's me... I start again, breathe left, NO ONE THERE, ok stroke stroke stroke, breathe right - NO ONE. hmmm just a strange coincidence, repeat - No ONE - WTF I look up, I have swam straight out to sea, away from everyone going parralel to the beech.
OK bring it home, I am feeling REALLY slow coming in, like swimming against the current, neck is raw. OK I am out.
Nice 1/2 mile run to the transition in bare feet, and I am off on the bike.
Feeling good, my element, I am passing many, and have very few passing me. Then a head wind is picking up. I, of course have no idea how fast (or slow)I am going, but I am enjoying my ride, letting up if my legs feel any burn what so ever. I am not hitting my goal, just save legs for the run, I tell myself. No walking this time...
Bike is uneventful, bathroom break during transition, and off on the run.
I start off VERY SLOW, purposely, I want to not walk this time. Everything going according to plan at the 1/2 way point, although the wind is really picking up. I approach the just beyond 1/2 way water stop, and open my final package of Hammer Electrolytes, Rip, Nothing. ?????U*($)(*&@^*(#&*@&$&(*@???? turn around, did they fall??? NO, I bought a freaking empty package!!!!! People at the rest stop, "I didn't see anything fall out. You should get a refund."
Oh well, I keep running, I make the challenging hill on the run (nothing compared to what most of you do, but I had to walk it the previous year). I clear it, and keep on running, probably the slowest run anyone could imagine. In fact, I am not really even sure if I can qualify what I was doing as really running.
Anyway, despite my weakened condition down toward the end, I had been passed by 3 people in my age group heading to the final that had no business passing me based on appearance, so I set a painful 1.5 final mile pace and passed 2 of the 3, I had the third passed as well when he walked, but when he saw me coming, he ran again, and I just could not dig anymore. Finishing with a 1/2 mile on the sand was brutal, And the ANGRY SEA, brought a sneaker up on us that cought me up to my knees, and completely knocked another guy over.
I had a lot of time to reflect during this race, for instance... How in the world would I turn around after this run, and do another lap?
I am convinced of a few learnings.
- Mental attitude plays a bigger role than I thought in Tri.
- I really need some kind of watch or speed and distance to push myself. When left to my own "feel" I am lazy.
- I can not jut rely on a base, I actually need to follow a plan.
- Fitness is a matter of perspective and training, I would need to train a massive amount to do a full IM (a goal) and I really have to soul search before I make that commitment.
Times (They suck)
Swim = 54:38 (Almost 10 minutes longer than last year, and I am a far improved swimmer(at least when I was actually training for it)) Perhaps being pointed in the right direction would help. (Almost dead last 3rd from last. Beverly, mark one goal as a TI course next year.)
T1 = 6:55 (I know it seems like forever, but remember the run, and I actually shaved a minute here:o)
Bike - 3:00:11 (About 11 minutes slower than last yr. head wind was a factor.)
T2 - 4:03 (Not bad with restroom break.)
Run -2:29:34 (Yeah - finall shaved some 12 minutes off last year.)
Overall 6:35:22 even worse than my 6:26:05 last year.
BUT SOME GOOD LESSONS LEARNED... TRAIN TRAIN TRAIN - CHOO-CHOO
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