Today was the Athleta Iron Girl Duathlon in Bloomington, MN. It consisted of a 2 mile run, a 22.7 mile bike, and another 2 mile run to the finish. Check out the Iron Girl website here: http://www.irongirl.com/home_211.htm#axzz1YpasPI2p
This is my third time doing this event. AND this morning started like any other pre-race morning: a 0445am alarm, an attempt at forcing some oatmeal and a banana down my throat, a cup of coffee, load the car, say to Ryan in the driveway, “Why the hell do I do this stuff? I feel like I may either puke or crap myself. I am tired. I want to be in bed right now.”, a kiss good-bye and a “Good Luck!” and off to drive to the event. Today I chose this song to rock out to on the way: Comeback Kid !!
Run 1: My wave started at 0750am. I started off with a bang- trying to ignore the stabbing pains in my left thigh, BUT it came to an abrupt stop right before the first mile marker. I had to walk! Seriously, walk…WTF! I managed to somehow pull off a 8:16 pace for the first 2 mile run. (I am convinced I could have done a 7:30 if my leg didn’t hurt.)
Bike. Bike. Bike. I felt great on the bike today. I certainly didn’t have a lot of people passing me. I was in the “on your left” side of the race the whole time. My leg only hurt on a couple of the climbs. I was in a groove. OR so I thought 😦
22.7 miles in 1:14:22 —mph 17.7 WTF! I ride casual rides faster than that pace every week. I am starting to think my leg is more injured than I would like to believe. GRRRR! (For the record, if you plug in 22.7 miles in 1:14:22 it is actually 18.3mph.)
Transition 2: dismount from bike, run (as fast as you can for wearing slippery cycling shoes) to rack, take off helmet, sunglasses, and shoes, put on running shoes and visor. Take a sip from my Nuun bottle. GO! Total time 1:44
Run 2: Much to my surprise my leg didn’t hurt when coming out of transition and climbing the first hill. Deep breath. I may get through this without too much walking. Stopped alongside road and smooched Ryan and gave my boys a high 5. Okay, yup, pain again…slow down the pace a bit and try to make it to the water stop without walking. Grabbed a water and walked through the station. Back to running. Ran the rest of the way, but WAY slower than I should have. Pace was 8:45.
The pity party started immediately after crossing the finish line. I wanted top 25 (let me explain that I was 37th overall last year) OR at very least a new PR. I didn’t know my results yet, but I knew it wasn’t as good as last year. Tears were shed, fists were pounded, and I believe the words “suck it!” were mumbled.
I am mad. I am frustrated. I am disappointed. Could I have done better if I were injury free? What didn’t I focus on correctly this year? Why the hell was my bike time SO slow? (That is the piece of the puzzle that angers me the most. The run I can surrender due to pain, but the bike, the bike is my thing.) 😦
*insert ego boost here*
Reality check: I was out there doing it! I should look at this and say, “Great Job!” I still beat 1011 other strong women. I wasn’t doing this stuff my entire life or even 4 years ago. I could, in fact, barely make it running 1 mile without stopping in 2008. I have since ran two 1/2 marathons. I have come a long way. There are gonna be bad days racing and great days racing. Today will be chalked up as one of the bad ones, but at least I know there will be great ones in my future.