|Setting up in Transition -- Listening to Tunes|
Well... At least that's I'm choosing to believe!
Doc helped a ton on Thursday, but he's still rather frustrated. He said he was going to Dallas over the weekend and asked if he could relay my case to the other doctors. I said sure he can share anything he'd like. He's hoping that a fresh perspective might lead somewhere.
Saturday was my first race of the season. I wasn't sure what I could expect. I HOPED for a 13:30 swim and to finish the race in 90 minutes. I guess I hoped too much.
As I went to go get my race packet, an official made an announcement that the water was 68 degrees to wetsuits were legal. I yelled "BRILLIANT! That sounds like a swell time!" He laughed at me as I walked by. Then I got to thinking: Dude! That's freakin' COLD! After I picked up my stuff, I had to pee REAL bad. A lady in the restroom made a comment that "68 degrees isn't that bad. It's actually a perfect wetsuit temperature." SHE WAS ON CRACK! Lol. No one else I encountered said the same. The consensus seemed to be that everyone was dreading the swim. Myself included.
And that never happened. Once again, I couldn't keep my face in the water. AND I started getting the burps. Can't get any air. Burping. Frigid water. Oh yeah! And my goggles flooded 5 times! It was great.
I did a series of backstroke & breaststroke then an attempt at freestyle. I could never find the rhythm in my freestyle like I always do normally. Somehow I did mange to pass some people, but not many. I just wanted out of there so bad. The third time I tried to use freestyle, my left shoulder twinged a lot. Fantastic! What a great start to a miserable day!
I finally made it out of the water. I had to put on a long sleeve jersey since it was pretty chilly out and I was soaking wet. Took me a while and broke my concentration a bit. I got it on and hopped on the bike. Since I haven't trained much on the bike this year, I knew it'd kind of suck. Lol. My shoulder didn't allow me to get comfortable, but that was ok. I just wanted to get through it with a similar time as last September (which I did!).
I got off the bike, tore off the jersey, squished my feet into my Mizuno Wave Inspire 8 shoes and took off like a bat out of hell. Within the first few steps, I noticed my lower back had flared up. The pain was at about a 9.5. So I went through my usual steps to try and relieve it while on the go. None of it worked. It was just shot. A half mile had gone by and I noticed that while the pain was still there, it didn't get worse. So I made a pact with myself that if the pain got worse -- quit, pack up , and go to a hospital. If it stayed where it was -- even though it was excruciating -- keep going. So I did.
So I kept going with tears pouring down my face. I just wanted it to be over. I figured -- the faster I ran, the sooner it would be over. I got to the 1 Mile marker and glanced at my watch. 7 minutes had passed. Holy shit!
As usual, between mile 1 and 2 is where I struggle the most. This happens on any run, but especially during a tri. Didn't help that between mile 1 and 2 are long steep-ass hills. My legs felt like anchors from an oil tanker. I never stopped pumping my knees. I actually had to convince other runners to keep going. I got within sight of the turnaround cone and I started yelling at a guy I was passing, "Dude! The turn around is right there! Pick your ass up and run!" He did. I think he used me to pace off of until the finish too.
As soon as I got around that cone, the anchors fell off. I FLEW back down the road, gravel road and small trail leading back to the park. As soon as I could see the final stretch leading to the finish line, I just gave it all I had. I spotted a chick a ways ahead (turned out she was 43 -- at first I thought her leg said 34) and I said, "I'm passing you..." And I did about 4 seconds before I crossed the finish line.
Want to know something even cooler? I was 14 seconds off my PR for a 5K! My best 5K time was in March 2011 (Ashley 5K Run in Powder Springs, GA) at 24:25. I just did a 5K run after a nasty-ass swim and crappy bike in 24:39 -- with severe pains! Lol. I guess that could be considered a silver lining...
|Not my best performance, but definitely happy to be done|
|That awkward moment when... ;)|
|I was trying to get my shorts from being bunched. I swear.|