At 335 pounds, I couldn't put on my own shoes. I couldn't fit in restaurant booths. I made excuses to miss meetings that involved walking. At age 60, I started doing triathlons. I lost 200 pounds and qualified for the 2016 Sprint Triathlon WORLD Championship in Mexico as a member of Team USA. I still shake my head in disbelief every day. How did THAT happen!!!
Saturday, May 31, 2014
First Triathlon of the Season - Disappointment
First Triathlon of the Season - Disappointment
May 31, 2014
Today, I raced in my first outdoor Triathlon of the season. It was good to get back to all five events (including the transitions). The weather was nice and I had a great time. I was not last overall and took second in my age group, but it was a very disappointing race.
I made a LOT of mental errors.
1) Everyone says not to do anything new for the first time in a race. I used googles that I had never used before. They prompted filled with water as I dove into the lake. The swim was out to the first buoy, turn right, swim to the second buoy, turn right and return to the start. As I approached the first buoy, I noticed that everyone was swimming straight toward me. How could that be?!! I then realized I had mis-sighted and was swimming to the second buoy first! Oh brother!
2) Even though I walked through the transition area for both transitions before the race, I got mixed up in T2 and ran to the bike exit rather than the run exit. Oh brother!!
3) Even though I had driven the entire course the day before, I could not remember where the turn-around for the run was. The corner before the turnaround had no volunteers present, and I thought perhaps all the remaining turns (including the turn-around) were also unmanned. I knew I was going west and just imagined myself running to Illinois! I ended up stopping and running backwards as I asked the drink station volunteers and the 70.3 racers (who were on the same course) if they knew where the sprint turn-around was. Finally, one of the 70.3 runners shouted back from somewhere over the next hill, "The turnaround is up here!"
Before the race, I realized that I did not have a race plan. I always focus on my coach's words, "Relax. Follow the plan. Smile" before races. As I was mentally preparing for this race, I thought to myself, "Oh no! I do not have a sprint plan!!!!" I ended up running a pace that was similar to my half-marathon pace. Actually, I ran slower than my half-marathon pace and slower than my pace from the previous season. How totally discouraging after running 15-18 miles a week throughout the off-season to "learn how to run" so I would do better in the sprint run.
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My coach ran in the 70.3 race today on the same course. I was so nervous to have him be there. Luckily, his race started before my race and ended after my race, so wasn't able to watch me. Phew! I know this is silly - and I'm over it now, but it sure made me nervous this morning! We passed each other going opposite ways in the last mile of my run. I heard a voice shout, "Suuuuuue R . . . ." Then I realized the voice came from a runner going the opposite direction and could see a HUGE smile on his face. It was my coach! That was pretty cool. As I ran past, I said, "Head's up, chest's forward!" with an equally big smile! I also got to see him finish (so impressive) and talk for a bit after his race (even though I was a little nervous to be talking to one of the elites - also silly). I ended up being happy he was there - but I sure was nervous about it before the race!
I had to figure out how to psychologically deal with this race. I do not believe in making excuses. I didn't do well. It was my fault, period. I believe that you are never a looser unless you quit. I believe that doing poorly is not a failure if you learn from your mistakes. As an athlete-wanna-be, my task is to learn from this experience so I will not replicate the mistakes that I made today in future races. Got it.
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