Where do I start? I added this race as a training for the Northeast Tri and forgot about another one I committed to for next weekend. No worries just long workouts right??????
The morning started off great. I had a good night's rest, a great breakfast and a fantastic attitude. Considering that my training is nowhere near where it should be due to only having 4 weeks to prepare after recovering from a stress fracture I accepted that I felt good enough to rock this tri and all was good. I got to the site and had just enough time to set up and meet up with a few of the other MMTC members. Thank you to Dave and Missie for supplying the tent! I was not scheduled to go off until 8:14 so we had about an hour to chill. It was fantastic to sit and talk with Michele and Heather as it eased some of my normal race jitters.
Took off on time and thought I had my pace right and did not look at my split time until I had only 150 meters to go and realized that I was a little slower then planned. Sprint to the finish....and struggle to get out of the pool heavy breathing....no worries can make up the 2 minutes on the bike no problemo....little did I know my bike had a different agenda for me :)
Heavy breathing= wobbly legs that did not want to run into the transition area. Not bad considering last year I could not get any transitions below 2 minutes. Guess it is time to bag the socks :(
Now the fun begins. My plan was to finish the bike in about 44 minutes and make up the 2 minutes from the swim. All was well and clipping at about 17 mph until I heard a funny popping noise. So I say to myself "Umm wonder what that was?? I don't see any bears, mice, deer or snakes and not a biker in sight. Oh well focus Amy you have a race to finish" Little did I know it was me making that noise! I finally felt something very strange while starting on a decent length hill...You know that my backend is out of control and it has nothing to do with "Baby Got Back" playing in the background feeling. I looked down and low and behold my back tire looked pretty flat. I had no choice but to slow it down. A biker did approach and confirmed yep you have a flat. I was already to far up the hill to stop and access so I kept going. Got to the top of the hill and fortunetly there was ride crew available to assist. Although they thought after adding air and hearing yet another pop that they would be sagging me back...no way was that happening. So I spent about 17-18 minutes changing the tire, but I did get back on that bike and finish the lovely ride. At that point I knew I would not hit my goal of 1:30. Coming into the race I already knew that I would be lucky to crawl my way though a 12 minute mile knowing how my feet are still acting up when I run.
Ah there are those slow transition times I have come to know and love...what can I say I needed extra water
Little did I know even singing all my favorite songs and mantras; peanut butter and banana, beat it, hills make me stonger and feet don't fail me now, My feet decided it was time to call it a day forcing me to do a little walking. oh well they too will heal.
Considering the number of other bike races I have done I consider myself lucky that this is the first time I had a flat back tire that people were around to help and that it was not my A race. Cheers!