Ice Breaker Triathlon
April 24, 2008 by WillDid my first triathlon. What an adventure!
On the Sunday of the race, Henry and I made out way to the race area by 7:45, and in the parking lot it was already pretty obvious that we were n00bs. Other triathletes in the lot had fancy bike racks with super sleek bikes designed specially for triathlons, hadouken-shaped helmets of questionable aerodynamic benefit, triathlon suits, and really hard bodies. We collected our race packets, staked out our areas in the transition area, and took a warmup jog before we put on our wetsuits. Have you ever put on a full-sleeved wetsuit? They are so much trouble and it took us so long that by the time we walked down the beach to the swim start area, it was 8:59:30. Since men under age 29 started at 9, we basically came very close to missing the start of our race! From my perspective, that’s where the hilarity started.
.5 mile Swim:
We were n00bs, so we barely knew what to expect, and 30 seconds is not long enough to mentally prepare for the long race we had ahead. The horn went off almost immediately, and everyone started rushing forward into the lake. I thought: “OK, I guess I’ll rush forward into the water.” Then people starting swimming even though I was only 2 feet deep, so “OK, I guess I’ll go horizontal.”
Couldn’t see a thing! I had 2 feet of visibility, just enough to avoid getting kicked in the face. I had no idea what a clusterfuck a triathlon start is, bumping into other swimmers left and right. And since there are no guider lines like in a pool, I kept veering hard right since I breathed on my right. The organizers had posted posted a boat on each side of the triangle we swam around, and at one point I pulled my head out of the water and this organizer dude in a boat told me, “You’re going the wrong way.” I swear I zigzagged so much that I ended up swimming 1000m instead than 800m. I was one of the last swimmers out of the water, but I feel just fine about that considering how I’m sure I would have drowned if I had raced in January.
Actually, I’m really glad I didn’t panic. I’ve heard that many n00b triathletes panic their first time in open water because they can’t see and there’s no wall.
13 mile bike:
The course was closed to vehicles that morning and it took us through a lot of pretty scenery. That didn’t stop the fastest bikers from going, it seemed, twice as fast as I was. The routine was that I would hear a “Passing on your left!” and then a *whoosh*. Sometimes there would be three *whooshes* if they were bunched up.
4 mile run:
As I was lacing up my running shoes, I thought to myself, “Time for my sport, time to catch Henry.” But when I started along the run course, I was in for a really rude shock. By this time, I was incredibly tired and could barely jog, so I revised my goal to “I just want to finish (please).” I was so exhausted that I couldn’t manage more than jog pace for most of the race. My legs didn’t loosen up until the last mile when I picked up my pace through to the finish. Overall, it was a very well-organized triathlon and I always felt really safe, and I was impressed when the announcer at the finish line even said, “Here comes William Chan running it in!” Henry was already there, having come in a few minutes ahead of my time at 1:42. For reference, the top time was 1:13 and probably from some world-class ironman.
Reflections:
In hindsight, my strategy for the race was completely wrong. Who knew, but wikipedia actually has lots of good tips. For example, regarding swimming, “A modified stroke allows the triathlete to lift the head above water to sight without interrupting the swim or wasting energy”… I really had no idea.
Or this, “At the end of the bike segment, triathletes also often cycle with a higher “cadence” (revolutions per minute), which serves in part to keep the muscles loose and flexible for running”… yup, definitely did not conserve energy for my transition to running.
And again, yup, I was definitely shocked by how tired I was on the run. According to wikipedia, “first-time triathletes are often astonished at the bizarre, sometimes painful sensation in their thighs a few hundred yards into the run, and discover that they run at a much slower pace than they are accustomed to in training.” I laughed out loud at this one.
I am incredibly impressed with the triathlete community. I consider myself in fairly good shape. By training for this triathlon, I have noticeably lost fat and gained muscle and got into the best overall shape I’ve been in since quitting banking, yet I found it a struggle just to finish. This “sprint” triathlon was definitely harder than either of the two half-marathons I’ve run.
The lowest bar for even finishing one of these races is pretty high. It takes a lot of fitness and time to prepare all three sports (not to mention money to register and travel and be equipped for a race), and I could tell that the triathlon community is very tight-knit and serious and they all enter in the same races (I heard the word “Wildflower” about a dozen times on Sunday, which is this upcoming triathlon). These endurance freaks are my kind of people.