Saturday, July 30th, I did the Top Gun Triathlon. What a rush! Now, as triathlons go, that's a heartbeat of a race with just a quarter mile swim in the Gulf of Mexico, and a ten mile bike ride, punctuated by a 5k. It took me 1:17 minutes, far less than a half marathon, so not terribly exhausting, but, on the other hand, each event is certainly a sprint - hence the category, sprit triathlon.
Now, I'm a runner at heart, have been since right after Wendy was born in 1977, but, I also grew up on a competitive swim team, specializing in distance events. As a result, the swim part of triathlon prep isn't too far of a reach for me.
Back in the early 80's, I'd been running a few years when my brother convinced me to try a triathlon. Milt was doing the Ironman Triathlon in Hawaii back then, one of the first - if not the first - triathlete in the State of Florida. He used to do that race every year back then, nine times, altogether, I think. Knowing my swimming background, Milt figured I wouldn't have any trouble with a tri. He was right; although, I
hadn't been swimming, except occasionally, I placed in my first sprint tri and was hooked - for a while. I did about a dozen races back then over a span of a couple of years and even served on the board of Tampa's first tri club, Team Tampa Triathletes. Then, I graduated from college and went to work as an English teacher. With two young kids and 100 essays to grade each week, there was not time for training, not to mention that I also coached the swim team at the school.
Fast forward 25 years. Yep, I took a 25 year hiatus, and I returned to triathlons several years ago. I still only do a few each year, but it's fun, and it forces me to train on the bike and swim, regularly, which helps my running.
So, yesterday, I climbed out of bed at 4:20 and headed for Ft. Desoto Park for my first triathlon in a while. One thing I've learned over the years is that it pays to arrive early at a race, particularly a tri. There's much to do; it's much more complicated than a road race, and one sure way to sabotage your race is to get to the race too late to methodically prepare the equipment and allow time for emergencies.
Even after picking up my packet the day before, I still had to check out the bike and make sure the trip didn't knock anything out of adjustment, put on my wristband, get body marked, strap on my chip, take everything to the transition area, locate the appropriate rack, rack my bike, set up my transition area, grab cap and goggles, hit the restroom, walk down the beach to the swim start area, and warmup.
Unlike running, triathletes start in waves, each several minutes after the prior one, and each wave wears a different color swim cap, enabling race officials to better control who is in what wave.
I was in the second wave yesterday for women over 45. There was an impressive 83 year old woman in my wave by the way. How about that? The waves are designated by age, plus there is a wave for novices, and waves for clydesdales, heavier men, and athenas, heavier women.
My wave started at 7:03, and I was out of the water less than ten minutes later. As I swam, I enjoyed seeing my friend, Karen Hasque, a member of the kayak crew, bobbing in her yellow kayak a ways away. I wanted to wave, but that would have cost me an arm stroke, and I was sure she was quite busy, keeping an eye on everyone.
Unlike in running, you always know the age of the people you pass or the people who pass you because everyone has their age marked on the back of their calf with black marker. Anyone who is bothered by their age might as well give it up if they want to do triathlons because everybody knows your age.
Yesterday, as we stood on the beach, I couldn't help noticing this one man with amazing six pack abs and lats that could only belong to a swimmer. I have to admit I got a bit of a lift when I actually passed him on the bike. He was 39. Of course, not being a biker, myself, I admit I got passed more than I passed others.
Triathlon is a complicated sport, but I suspect that's why some people like it. Many more rules. For example, can you imagine that if you don't have bar end caps on your handlebars, you're not allowed to race? And then there are a whole slew of rules to observe on the bike. No drafting, unlike in the Tour de France, but lots of passing goes on, which means a certain amount of stress because you have just 15 seconds to pass, and then the person who was passed must immediately give you a three bike length space. There are many ways to incur penalties, but most people try hard to obey the rules, and few are doled out.
Most people seem to dread the swim. Being a swimmer from way back, I sort of relish it. When you've spent four hours a day in a pool for years on end, you start to feel as comfortable in the water as out of it. Choppy waters and high swells? Serious swimmers then have an even greater advantage. None of that yesterday, though. Beautiful weather, no waves at all, and I didn't notice any current.
Here in Florida, water temperature is seldom a problem, at least not for me, because I am a fair weather triathlete, meaning I only do them during the summer. After all, I am a runner who does a few tri's per year, not the other way around.
Yesterday, my chain fell off my bike before I had gone a half mile, and I had to get off and fix it. Then, as I swung my leg over the bike, it fell off again. Ugh! One thing I love about running is that you never have mechanical problems like that. Running shoes are pretty low tech, and I like that.
For me, the hardest part of the whole race is the first several minutes of the swim. That's because you have up to a couple of hundred people trying to occupy the same space at the same time, everyone jamming their hand in the water at arm's length in front of their face. If you're in their way or if someone is in your way, contact will be made. Rounding the first buoy is especially intense. You can always take a wide berth, but that costs precious much time.
And running into the water from the beach? Come on! There is no way that can ever not be awkward. Running in water just doesn't work well.
Oh, and you runners know about the raw spots you get when you run and your clothing rubs? Well, imagine that plus salt water residue to make it reeeeeeally sting. Yes, the importance of Glide or a similar product is multiplied, exponentially.
Yesterday, I came out of the water 2nd out of 29 in my age group. Not bad for the meager amount of swimming I've been doing. My bike? Well, it could have been better. That's what I'll work on before my next tri on Aug. 20th. The run? My legs felt like lead, as expected after the bike. I've been so busy that I didn't do a single brick (bike ride followed by a run) workout in training, and that's really an essential element of tri training. That would have made a huge difference. I just didn't have the luxury of adequate time to train for this race.
I missed most of last summer's tri season. Shortly after the 2010 St. Anthony's Triathlon, I fell while trail running and tore my rotator cuff causing me to miss the rest of last summer because I couldn't lift my arm to swim freestyle. My shoulder is back to 100%, finally, and I look forward to a couple more triathlons this season before concentrating on marathon training in the fall.
If you've thought about trying a tri, I think you should do it. It will be great for your running. Oddly, running doesn't make swimmers better swimmers, and running doesn't make bikers better, either, but both are excellent cross training for running. Lucky us!