Sunday, April 5, 2009

Lone Star Triathlon--I did it!!!

Yay me!!! I did it, I really did it! Yesterday was the Lone Star Sprint Triathlon, and I did it!!! ! third of a mile swim, 12-mile bike, and 3.1 mile run. This was my first try at a tri (love the word play there!) and it was really, really fun! Today at church, lots of people were asking me how it went and all that sort of thing, and my standard answer has been: "I finished and I am alive--and it was fun!"

So, it ends up I went and did this deal all by myself...We decided it would be way too long of a day for the kiddos to come and try to kill time in between all of my stuff (especially as slow as I am) and that it was way too early to have to get them up and at em...so I ventured out on my own to Galveston for my big adventure. The night before I tried to get everything together, and everything came together pretty smoothly, with the exception of my goggles. I couldn't find them, because I used the bag they usually live in to go with the youth group to our weekend at Conclaves just last week, and I think I must've taken them out in an effort "not to lose them", so, I was up way later than I planned trying to locate those..which thankfully, I eventually did! I have my alarm set to wake me at THE buttcrack of dawn...Seriously...it was like 4:30. I often stay up that late, but to wake up in the 4s just seems insane to me--oh yea...it is me, so I guess that fits after all!

I get up and get the bike in the back of my truck and all my other stuff, and I didn't have much good to eat at the house, so I decided I had a few bucks, I would see what I could find on the way--because I just can't do something like this on an empty stomach. Yes, I do have enough fat probably to last me years, but I guess its not readily enough available, so I needed fuel. I was so, so sad to be told at the taco-stand-formerly-known-as-Mendozas that they didn't open til 5:30...and man oh man, did it ever smell GOOD! So, I drove off sadly to head to Galveston and see what I might find on the way. Well...uh...that would be nothing! Hitchcock is about the only town I went through, and...well...there isn't much in Hitchcock! So, I crossed the Causeway onto the Island, missed the exit for Moody Gardens I should've taken (which was a good thing) and low and behold...I found the place for my breakfast of champions--Shipleys! Oh yea...I'm an athelete, dontcha know! A coupla sausage kolaches and chocolate donuts later (yes, disgusting I know, but by golly, I was going to be in a triathlon!) I was back on the right road, headed to Moody Gardens. I find where I am going fairly easily, and as I pull up to the parking garage at the hotel, there are lots of people unloading bikes and stuff, so I figure I'm in the right place.

I proceeded to get all my stuff out, lock up the truck, and followed the herd. I really had no idea where we were going. It was dark (buttcrack of dawn still), I'd never been to Moody Gardens before, and I certainly had never done a triathlon before! So, I just followed the people pushing bikes who all looked way more athletic than me, and hoped we'd get to the right place! There was an old guy who must've could tell I was a newbie at this, and he was really nice and told me I'd be hooked after this first one. That was cool, just to have someone encourage me...especially since I was by myself and all...made it not quite so intimidating. So, I get my packet and head over for the "body marking" place, which sorta tickled and made me laugh. (yes, I am also the one laughing my head off when I donate blood, because it tickles when they rub the betadine on my arm!)...incidentally, that marker they use is pretty darn permanant! This morning at church I proudly sported my "945" race number on my leg and arm, and the "37" on my calf that said how old I was!! Craig told me they must mark your body because it is too hard to swim with a toe-tag on...yup, I was encouraged!

So, after I'm all marked up, I find my little about 8 inches of real-estate in the transition area, and get everything all set up and ready to roll.....Didn't know for sure what all I was doing, but the nice thing was, they had us arranged to where it was all first-timers where I was at...so I guess no one around really knew what all they were doing either, which was actually sorta nice! I met 2 nice ladies from Sugarland who were right by me there--Susie with some sort of a British-sounding accent, and Rita...whose name I remember because I was thinking one of those might taste sorta good when this was all over, if I managed to survive! (as in a "marga"...) I, being the cheesball I am, got them to take a picture of me before the race, which was cheesy but fun. So, by this time, its getting time to get down to bidness, so with everything as prepared as I could get it, I kicked off my chacos and left them in my bag, and headed off barefooted...and no wetsuit....to await my wave for the swim.

I follow the herd of mostly wet-suited out people with all the different colors of swim caps on for the different swim waves over to the beach area behind the hotel that looks out over the bay, and for the first time, I see the swim course. Hmmm...it looks sorta long, but maybe not too too bad. And I hear the announcer guy say that the "65 degree water is a little chilly this morning"....Holy cow! Sixty-Five! And I have no wetsuit...I would have loved to have had one, but honestly there was no moolah for renting one, much less buying one...so I just decided I'd give it a shot without one...just tell myself it would be miserable and gut it through. As I dug my toes into the sand waiting and watching I got more nervous and thought that even my feet were cold in the sand! I had a good 35 minutes or so to get good and nervous before my wave of first-timers were on deck, so yea...that was fun!

By the time my wave got up there, they were saying the temp was up to a balmy 66 degrees...mmhmmm....yea...I am pretty certain at that point I really am short of brain cells! What in the h-e-double-hockey-sticks was I thinking to sign up for this thing!?!?!? Oh well...no turning back now....so I put my feet in the water and I think "that's not SO bad"...and I get in to about my waist and I am thinking "holy guacamole, I can't breathe, I can't brea..I can't...."and I seriously couldn't get my breath, it was so cold. I don't want to say I panicked, but I did have a moment of "crap, I am so not going to be able to do this...I am gonna have to turn around" but then I thought to myself that I couldn't stop before I even started, so I just started moving and moving and got my breathing to start again and calmed down, and then honestly, the cold wasn't so bad. So, I swim....freestyled a little, but the saltwater in my mouth got to be a little too much, so I flipped on my back a bit, then breast-stroked a bit, and sorta rolled back and forth between those two. I kept on moving, and felt better when i saw someone had to hold onto one of the surfboards out in the water for a bit to rest....I didn't have to do that, so I felt like I must've been doing okay. I push on and keep on swimming, however I could, and I made it to the ramp to get out of the bay. Yay! I had the biggest ear-to-ear grin at that point, because I knew if I could do the swim, I could finish this sucker...yay me!

I go to the transition and pull off my wet shorts that were on over my swimsuit and throw on a dry pair, put on my running shoes and helmet, and get the bike. This was my FAVORITE part! Oh my goodness, was it ever fun! I started out with not quite enough air in my tires, but at the halfway point, I got the Bike Barn people to give me some more air, and man, did I feel like a new woman then! We rode along the Seawall in Galveston and it was just so fun to be riding there! I know its Galveston, and I know it's not fabulous or whatever, but there is still something so cool to me, about cresting a little hill from where we were and coming up over the top and there is the Gulf. Yea, its sorta brown and yea, who knows whats in there since Ike, but doggonit, its still saltwater and its still the ocean...well...you know...sort of! Anyhow...the bike part was way cool! I even passed several people, which was really fun! When you are as slow as me at so many things, its sort of amazing to think about passing anyone...so I fully enjoyed that part, since it is so rare! I even used the aerobars a little bit....for sure when I passed the photographer...I felt like a real athlete then!

So I finish the bike part, get it parked back in its spot in transition, and its time for the run....er...more like the "pedestrian" part of the tri....I was pretty spent by this point, so I had to alternate my running and walking. The run wound all around Moody Gardens and was really nice...with the exception of all their little man-made bridge-y things and what not that required uphills! But, I was still able to run a decent portion of it..albeit slowly...so I felt good about it. I even passed 2 little skinny 16-year-olds...and that felt really good! muwahahaha!!! So, I come to the finish, and I see the big archy-thing with the clock on it, and man, was I ever happy! The announcer dude said my name and age and that I was a first-time, from Lake Jackson, all that sorta thing...and it felt good! I got my cool towel and water bottle, and ya...I now can say I'm a triathlete!

It was really a fun experience, and I think I'd like to do another sometime....I'm not really up for anything longer than what I did, unless I suddenly had way more time on my hands and way less big-butt on my body than I have now....but I'd certainly do another sprint...it was fun! And, I guess, because you are floating for part of it and riding a bike for part of it, my body isn't nearly as sore as it was say, from the half-marathon I did. I mean, I can tell I did something, but it's not like the day after Surfside, when I could hardly move!

So, after calling home, so they knew I was alive, and a few friends, I hopped back in my truck and headed for home. Made the mistake of trying to go over San Luis Pass to Bluewater Highway....I think there is more washout than road from the hurricane between San Luis and the Surfside City Limits..it was a slow trip!

My kids watched me on the internet...at least we think they did! They saw someone finish at about the right time they thought was me, and they said "Mommy won, Mommy won!" Their daddy explained to them that mommy didn't win....when they asked why, he told them that it was because mommy was slow....they asked why again, of course. I asked him if he told them "its because mommy is a big lardbutt who eats Shipleys before a triathlon" and he assured me that wasn't his answer, so I guess that was a good thing.

Anyhow....it was really, really fun, and I loved it! I feel strong and like I accomplished something pretty cool, and I do hope to do it again sometime. I cannot thank my friends who encouraged me enough, and helped me to know what to do....especially Abbie and Donnie--man oh man, I would have been COMPLETELY clueless if not for their help! Incidentally, Abbie did the quarter ironman there today...and did so completely awesome!

So...I guess that's about it! That's my race report, and I'm stickin' to it! I am so grateful that the Lord gives us opportunities like this, and that we can see what miracles lie in His creation...namely these bodies He has made. I mean, mine is nothing special or anything, but He still gives me the ability to challenge it and push it and to do some pretty cool stuff! And I think that's very cool!!

Thanks for reading, if you actually made it this far! Below I cut and pasted all my results from the race website....happy trails, ya'll!!!!

Clock Time
2:23:14
Chip Time
2:23:14
Overall Place
179 / 974
Gender Place
81 / 410
Division Place
81 / 99
Swim 500M Rank
178
Swim 500M Time
21:50
Swim 500M Pace
4:22/M
T1 Time
08:06
Bike 12 5M Rank
167
Bike 12 5M Time
59:44
Bike 12 5M Pace
12.6mph
T2 Time
04:13
Run 3 1M Rank
183
Run 3 1M Time
49:18
Run 3 1M Pace
15:54

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