So I finally did what I set out to do years ago. This past Sunday, I competed in the Cleveland Triathlon Super Sprint distance. Overall, it was a lot of fun and a great challenge, but nothing I couldn’t complete.
In fact, the swimming was even more effortless than I had anticipated. Coming from a swimming background, I knew I would have an edge, but I NEVER anticipated what happened. Standing on the harbor before jumping into the lake, the women in line with me were discussing their anxiety about swimming. One woman even said, “If you stay towards the back, there’s less chance of getting kicked.” In my head, I thought “Or if you stay in the front.”
Once we jumped in the lake for the deep water start, I strategically made my way to the front of the pack on the inside of the 300-yard loop we would swim. As we tread water waiting for the go ahead, we joked about the seaweed brushing against our legs, but in my head I was realizing that I really had a chance here.
It took forever to start, but once it did, I quickly took the lead. Swimming in a lake, however, is not at all the same as swimming in a pool. If I swam normally, with my face in the water, I would end up in entirely the wrong direction. So, I took a breath every stroke to get my bearings and probably cost myself a lot of time. As I rounded the buoy, I saw my closest competitor try to cut me off. I kicked
a little harder and regained my lead, but not without her arms hitting my back and legs along the way. I tried to reposition myself for the most direct route to the ladders between the kayaks and male swimmers still finishing before me. In the end, I was the first swimmer out of the water for the Women’s super sprint race. I even passed a few competitors in the Men’s super sprint race that started a whole 5 minutes before the women did. I finished with a time of 5:21, first in my age group and top three for the super sprint race overall.
From all that looking around during the swim, I felt extremely dizzy during the transition. I was also unsure if I was supposed to run to my station or walk or what. It took me a little longer than I would have liked to get everything together, but I figured it was important to be as comfortable as possible for the 8 mile bike and 1.5 mile run to come.
The bike was a nice, breezy relief between my more comfortable mediums of swimming and running. I could tell my bike was well equipped as I passed several struggling mountain-bikers. The route was very hilly, though, and it definitely slowed me down. It was also a cluster of racers, so I didn’t know who was competing for what wave or race distance. It would have been nice to see only the people I was racing against. I mostly focused on my breathing and was even able to reach down and grab my water bottle for some rehydration. (My bicycling balance is improving every day.)
I was still feeling good when the run came, but my legs did not respond to my head. They felt heavy and I was moving very slow. Although my pace felt sluggish, I never stopped running, and passed the girl who tailed me in the swim as she alternated walking and running. I ended up holding a 9:27 pace for the run, which isn’t horrible but still not the best for just 1.5 miles.
Age Rank Swim T1 Rank Bike Rate T2 Rank Run Pace Penalty Final === ==== ======= ======= ==== ======= ==== ======= ==== ======= ===== ======= ======= 21 1 5:21 3:09 2 34:46 13.8 0:47 1 14:10 9:27 58:11
While researching triathlon training, I came across a recurring sentiment: they are addictive. I can’t wait to sign up for the next race!