Posted on October 7, 2013
Mermaid duathlon race recap: are you the last one?
Yesterday I participated in the Mermaid Series Duathlon for the second time.
A huge thank you to the Mermaid Series for the race bib in exchange for an honest post & branding! All opinions, including blonde moments are all mine baby!
Have you ever been asked by volunteers & the police escort “are you the last one” during a race?
I have. 4 times in the same race.
Have you ever missed a turn while racing and ended up doubling the miles?
I did. Yesterday.
Have you ever fallen off your bike, with your feet clipped into the peddles while climbing a steep hill?
Oh yeah, add that to the list too.
Ever have a completely “off” race, cross the finish line with so much pride that you didn’t give up, you fought back and conquered that dang race?
Heck to the yes!!
Now let’s back up to the beginning.
We got to Capitola with plenty of time to spare. Bam joined us so Mike hung out with him & my bike while I hiked to the finish line to pick up my race packet. That was quite a hike-probably a half mile each way so if you do this race, be prepared for this.
We made our way to the start line and watched the sunrise & surfers catch some waves. It was incredible. I can’t imagine I’ll ever get tired of seeing this.
We watched the triathlon swim start and a couple minutes later we were off.
I felt strong & great running. We all know this is definitely my strongest sport that I love so much so no surprises there.
I rocked transition1 big time-I think it was around 1:30. Well, I’m comparing my time to last years time so it’s probably a snails pace for the rest of the world.
Hopped on the bike and reminded myself to take it a little easier to preserve my legs for hills & second run that was ahead of me.
I was going along feeling good, enjoying the woodsy scenery. I arrived to the hill of death and made it up halfway before calling uncle and walking my bike the rest of the way up.
Those hills worked me over, but I kept on rolling. When it got tough, I told myself to kick it down to the lowest gear and just spin.
The entire bike course is rolling hills, with a couple really steep ones thrown in for fun. On my way up one I decided to stand up and peddle to see if it would be a little easier on my burning calves. It wasn’t so I sat back down, lost my momentum and held on tight as I fell over to the right. I couldn’t unclip my shoes fast enough. It was sooooo graceful I tell ya.
Volunteers & riders were so sweet and stopped to make sure I was okay which I was-just a couple scrapes & some soreness. I jumped back on the bike and kept going. And going…until I realized I was at the turn around point for the Olympic Tri distance. Total blonde moment.
So I back tracked and turns out the turn I missed was at the top of the hill I fell on. Lovely.
Long story short there were several times I thought about giving up, but missing the turn was 100% my fault. If there were others lost with me, maybe I could blame it on poor course signage, but nooooo this was all me baby. So I decided to own my mistake and keep going.
I didn’t come here to quit.
My 11.5 mile ride turned into 22ish as I made it back Mike ran up to me in transition and said he was so worried he contacted the police. I apologized several times and asked if the finish line was still open as I threw on my Mizunos. I didn’t care if I was one of the last ones, I was determined to become a Mermaid.
I was sore, tired, hot and thirsty so I decided to walk/ran the last 2.5 mile run. A police officer was so sweet to give me a bottle of water. I am sure I would not have made it to the finish line without it. Even after I went through an entire 26 ounces on the bike plus a refill from a sweet lady watering her plants on the side of the road.
But it’s really hard to complain when this is your view.
I crossed that finish line and it was one of the best feelings ever! I don’t think I have ever worked so hard both mentally & physically for a race.
The crowd was cheering as if I was the first one in. Their energy was absolutely amazing and made me feel so special. I was expecting Mike & a handful of people so this was a very pleasant & welcome surprise.
I stopped into the medic tent to clean out my scraped up knee & elbow while Mike rushed over to pick up Shot Bloks since I was feeling a little sick. I didn’t take in any fuel as I didn’t plan to pull a blonde moment.
Sometimes, just when I think everything is running smooth, it all turns to…..well you know. I love a challenge, but only I can take a challenge and make it even harder. It’s a good thing I love to torture myself.
Don’t hate on my gracefulness, yo.