|Brandy, Me, & Laura pre-dawn|
(please note my travel coffee mug- essential for those long pre-race mornings)
thank you to Steve for this and the swim pic!
|James setting up his transition|
|My homegirl Kristin|
my goal for the swim was to swim hard the whole time (d'uh!). i really think i did this, and i didn't make any major mistakes on the swim that i could see. the course felt long (i'm sure it wasn't!) and it got choppy the further out you went. swimming around tons of floaters from previous waves was mildly annoying, but everyone in your wave has the same thing, so c'est la vie. what i DID love was that i was warm in my new Zoot Prophet, and as its so much more flexible than older models, for the first time ever, i had NO shoulder fatigue. oddly, my hip flexors were really sore and barking...not sure why (except that i'm sure it has something to do with my kick). anyhow, exited the water in 30:49. one minute faster than last year, but still no sub 30! d'oh! i will keep trying. no matter that my husband has been back in the water for only 6 months and swam 28 minutes...i will still try to believe that eventually my hard work will pay off :). my swim ended up 10th in my age group (fastest girl was 27 minutes, so i wasn't too far behind)
|Dear goggles, please stay on!!|
|would be cooler if it were upright... thanks TCSD for the photos, though!|
anywho....on to THE BIKE! my goal here was to RACE THE BIKE!! i kept saying in my head, "race the bike race the bike, this is a bike race, this is a bike race". i rode like there was no run. the first half of the bike, i was thinking to myself, "i'm killing it!" i was holding over 24/25 miles an hour and i was passed by just one girl in my age group and one other female. at the halfway point (28 miles in), i saw my time was 1:16, what?!?! visions of a low 2:30s bike split danced in my head. then i turned right. WHOMP. let the wind and the hills begin! i gave myself the "everyone is faced with the same thing" self-talk and pressed on, trying to maintain a high heartrate and (hopefully) good power. [i got a powermeter last week! more on that later, but i decided not to look at it during the race, but i collected the data so we can look at that to get IM Texas training even more dialed...] the first big hill came and i felt good climbing except for my left calf locked up almost completely, making climbing out of the saddle near impossible. so i sat and spun up. as i crested, Tawnee came up and passed me...and i made it my mission to not let her get away. we cheered for each other and motivated each other to keep it on the gas. at times, she got 2 or 3 hundred yards away, but i always kept her blue top in sight. a couple of times, i caught up and passed her, and then she would do the same later on. was nice to have some friendly company out there and DAMN, miss tawnee's got some serious bike legs now- rock it sista! she has improved SO much over the past year. i lost a LOT of the time i had banked on the first half- the winds were pretty crazy and the mix of cross and headwinds seemed a bit evil! i realized that a bike split in the 2:30s was not going to happen, but i really felt like i was riding well and racing my face off, so there was nothing else i could do. every time i wanted to let up, i thought of james and how he was out there racing HARD and tried to make myself focus
|James lookin good. chicken is getting some swimmer arms!|
i got off the bike in 2:45...four minutes slower than last year, and 8th bike split in my age group. meh. but i am a lot closer now to the top times than i used to be (the fastest bike split in my group was a 2:41).
so, i was apparently off my bike 6th in my age group- meaning i passed 5 on the bike (b/c i know one passed me). holla! i passed people! i did! i knew it was time to "do work" as james would say, but i was afraid that my quads were going to call in and take a personal day. i had really laid it out (for me!) on the bike and didn't know what i would have left. my first mile told me it may not be much. Dirk set a goal for me to run a 1:25 but i knew that was a little aggressive. i tried to keep the pace on my garmin around 6:30s but my legs were putting up a fight. i passed a few girls in my age group, 3 i think in the first 3 miles...at mile 4 or so, i saw caroline. she told me i was off the bike in 6th. doing the math, it looked like i probably had 2 more girls to catch. but you can never be sure. i passed one more girl on the second lap, my friend christine, who is a solid athlete. i know she has built some solid running skills over the past 2 years, so i thought she would come with me. instead, she graciously told me there was one more girl ahead. i thanked her and was stoked christine was having a good day (can't wait to see her crush it at vineman 70.3). after i was closing in on the final 3 miles and this first place girl (jessica) was nowhere in sight, i came upon my good friend & teammate, julie, who was in the process of smashing her age group. julie had it all dialed in for me (what a friend! she had her own race to worry about and she was totally on top of the intel for me :) ). she said, "there is one girl in your age group up there. she's wearing blue and red." i asked, "can i catch her?" julie said, "yes". i really needed that confirmation as i was honestly about to throw in the towel- the race was almost over- i was 10 miles in and i was cooked. i didn't think i had much more push. as we neared the turn around, julie yelled up to me "she just passed"....and i realized she was less than a minute ahead. the mission. was. on. i ran a bit harder until she was within my distant sight and then i returned to my steady pace and focused on making her backside become bigger over time. i had 2+ miles and i knew there was time, not a lot, but hopefully enough. on the sidelines, Ben yelled, "Beth! James won his age group- your turn now!" YES! i was so stoked for james, but more than a little nervous that i couldn't close my end of the deal. on one of the last uphills, i crept up and passed jessica in a big move, hoping she wouldn't respond. i didn't look back until i couldn't run any harder, as i turned a corner, i glanced back and she was gone. in my head, i thought i had done it. i had run into first in the last miles and i was going back to KONA and with my husband! holy crap holy crap holy crap. BUT, what if my friendly course scouts were wrong? i played a mind game, but then decided to just keep running my race and stay strong.
at mile 12.5, Jim Vance called out, "you're in second, go catch her." WHAT?!? i was really confused, but there was nothing i could do...except run my guts out the last mile in hopes of catching this phantom girl. i ran i ran i ran i ran. i crossed the finish line.
i vomited profusely EVERYWHERE. it was all coke and water, but it was gross and more than i've ever thrown up in my life.
|pre or post barf. wish it was mid-barf that would be awesome!|
Thanks Kevin @ finishline multisport for the photo
|Dirk & Laura- internetting at the finish!|
Swim (1.2 miles) 30:49
Bike (56 miles) 2:45:10
Run (13.1 miles) 1:26:48
Overall time: 4:47:09 - 1st Amateur, 1st AG, 15th OA w/pros
|first time making the ironmanlive blog.. woo|
ok, that's enough for now...i think i'll write another post that's less results-y and more final thoughts, post-race, aftermath, funny things, thank-yous and such later, but i want to get this posted now. CHEERS and ALOHA!