The day started early, real early. With a wedding the night before in Kingman, Kim and I made the decision to save some money and sleep in our own bed rather than driving up the day before. Well, in order to get to the race at a decent time we needed to be out of the house by 3am. I got up at 2:30 and drank my coffee and threw the last few things in the mini-van (which is great for races by the way). 3:04 out the door to Flagstaff for my first race in just over 9 months, I was excited!!
We pulled into the parking area around 5:30, the storms that we had to drive through slowed us down a bit, once I got out of the van I was on a mission. Dropped my bike off at the rack, pick up my packet, get my chip, body marking had a line, skipped that. I had no time to wait. Came back and set-up my transition area. Just about when I was ready to put on my wetsuit someone walked by and was doing body, marking; perfect!! Threw on my wetsuit, found my beautiful wife and gave her a kiss, and jogged to the start to get in as much of a warm up as I could. I was in the water for about 3 minutes before they called us back to start. Not the warm up that I wanted.
I was off, first race in 9 months, wohoo!!! Took off for the first buoy and ran out of oxygen quickly, my body was not primed for the race yet, especially at 7,000’. I backed off and let my body warm up to the idea that I was asking it to race again. The rest of the swim went rather smooth, I found some feet to draft off every now and then.
Swim time: 33:30 I had only lost 3 minutes to the leaders so I was not worried.
Onto the bike, this is what I was excited for, my first race on my new Valdora PHX2!!! I got out on the bike and I was flying!! I quickly moved past the front end of the field into 3rd, at the time I thought I was in the lead. I decided to back off the power a bit and play it smart, if I caught everyone that fast I had better save it for the real battle, the run.
About 20 miles in there is a short out and back where you can see where you stand for the first time. I was eager to see if there was anyone out front. I was happy to see that there were 2 guys out in front of me and I was sitting in 3rd place. I could go to work and start to hunt them down on the rest of the bike and on the run; after all I backed off my target power and was saving even more energy for my run. I felt great on the bike, nice strong aero position and the ride on the new bike with the race wheels on was smooth and strong. With the exception of the speed bump like cracks on the bike side of the course that caused my aero bars to tilt forward, the PHX2 took the vibration out of the road and rolled over the hills with ease.
Bike time: 2:26 second fastest split.
I never caught up to the two guys that were in front of me and I stayed in 3rd for the remainder of the ride, never to see another rider in my race the remainder 35 miles. I headed into transition knowing that I had two guys out in front of me to chase down. I jumped off my bike and ran through transition to my rack and the legs felt great. I racked the bike put on some socks and shoes, grabbed my fuel belt/nutrition and I was off. Now normally I never feel great in the first miles of the run, it takes some time for my running legs to make their appearance. Well on this day I think they were still in bed back in Kingman. Within the first half mile I wanted to stop, nothing hurt, my legs just felt miserable. Instantly my mind started to think of what could possibly be going on. Was it water; no, calories; no, too hard on the bike; no (I had ridden well below my power target and my HR was lower than expected too), perhaps it was sitting in the van for 2.5 hours this morning, who knows, but right now I need to run, come on legs show up soon, please!!!!!!! I had to focus on the 13 miles that were in front of me, and run one mile at a time. 13 miles is a long way and a lot can happen, after all “it is all about the run”.
For the nest several miles I tried to find my legs and get in the zone. The run course has one long nasty hill on it that starts about 1.5 miles in, at the top is an out and back section which will allow me to see the gap on the two in front of me. I saw a friend on the way up and I asked him for the gap and he said he will get it on the way down. I saw the leader and second at the turn and did my own split and they were less than 2 min in front of me. I saw my friend and he told me 1:40. I yelled back at him, “last 5 miles”. That is where this race is won and where I planned on making my move. After we came back down the hill I could see the two out in front of me for the rest of the race. I passed second place, and set my sights on the leader. At the turn around for the last 5 miles I checked the gap to the leader again and it was 45 sec. He saw me and he knew that I was catching up. This time I also looked at who was coming up behind me and how everyone else looked. No one looked great until I saw the Folts brothers running together like they were in a local 5k race, and they were moving!
I kept my focus on catching the leader in front; he was soo close now that I was able to check the gap when he got to aid station in front of me. The gap was coming down, I think I was about 25 sec behind him when I heard someone yelling “water, gel, water, gel” behind me. I thought it was a local cyclist asking for a gel or water, they were yelling that loud. I turned to see who was making all the noise and it was Brian Folts making his move. I saw his pace and new that I could not match it. About 20 yards after he passed me he slowed a bit, I did my best to match his pace and go with him. He glanced over his shoulder and saw me pick it up to go with him and added another little surge this time it was enough. I would have to work to catch him in the 2 miles that were left. I pushed on for the last 2 miles trying to catch either of the 2 in front of me, but I was not making up any ground. Brian caught the leader and took the victory with an amazing fast split. I crossed the line 3rd.
Run Split: 1:36
Total Time: 4:36
I was happy to be done when I got to the line. I asked me self about 20 times during the race “why did you pick a half for your first race back?” An Olympic or a sprint race would have been great to familiarize myself with the amount of discomfort that can come from racing, and the huge effort that is required, but a half, at 7,000’, who does that, what the heck was I thinking???? I found Kim and walked up to get some water. (On a side note to any race directors who may read this, if you have water at a race, please have it at the finish line to hand to the athletes, not 50 yards away and up stairs where spent athletes have to walk to in order to get a bottle. Come on the race was hard enough, getting water should be easy!!) We walked around some more, packed up the bikes and bags in the van. Stuck around for the awards, I ended up placing 3rd overall and 1st in my age group. Not a bad race for my first race back. My overall time was 5 min slower than the previous year and that was on a much reduced training schedule that Coach Logan had me on. For the rest of the year I will be focusing on the Olympic distance and racing close to home. Hopefully I can get some speed out of my legs and compete in those as well.
We headed back to Kingman and pulled in the driveway at 3:05. It was a long 12 hours, but I was back to racing! Kim was also back to racing; it was her first race since the birth of Logan, and nearly 15 months since her last race. She was a bit smarter than me; she decided to ease her way into it by electing to race the Olympic in her first race back.
Next race: Las Vegas Triathlon, Olympic race in 2 days. “It’s all about the run.”