I’m hooked! The NYC Triathlon was my first attempt at the sport, but it definitely won’t be my last. In retrospect it might have been a good idea to start with a sprint tri or even an olympic in a smaller city, but I’m in it for the challenge anyway, right? So here’s how it went (apologies in advance for the LONG report):
Julie and I woke up bright (well actually pitch black) and early on Sunday morning – 4:00 am. I had a quick breakfast of Kashi waffles with peanut butter and a bit of coffee, then we were out the door. I opted to hire a car service for the 20 minute trip up to 72nd Street rather than add a half hour to the journey by taking the subway. Definitely a smart move.
Nerves chased away most of my tiredness on the way uptown, and once we arrived the bright lights and upbeat music ensured that I was wide awake. I made my way through the other athletes to my slot on the bike rack, set up my transition area, topped off my tires, and then sat back and took in the scene. The energy and excitement in the air was incredible. In no time at all we’d be off!
We had to walk a mile up the Hudson River in order to swim back down. Luckily this area wasn’t closed off, so Julie could walk with me and give me some last minute encouragement. My wave didn’t start for quite a while which meant we got to watch everyone test the waters.
Pretty soon I found myself one wave back and headed out to the start barge. This was it! Since this was my first tri I had decided to wait near the back of the pack and hop in last. Well… somehow that didn’t happen and I found myself in the very front and center of the pack. Yikes!
Swim – 26:27, 133rd place
The gun when off, I jumped into the water, and immediately started to panic a bit. Swimming in a pool does not exactly prepare you for the Hudson River. Pool water is nice and clear. Hudson River water is black. Pool water does not smell (nor taste) like gasoline. Pools are calm, and the Hudson River is anything but calm – flying limbs of other triathletes, the natural chop of the water, and the now incoming tide added to the chaos. One final, but important difference: pools absolutely do not contain jellyfish.
About a minute into the swim (and therefore right in the middle of my minor panic attack), I caught a jellyfish directly in the face. I didn’t see it coming until it was on me in a burst of purple goo and searing pain. The actual sting only lasted a split second, but the pain was a bit like a jolt of electricity and stayed with me well into the bike portion of the race. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who got stung – the local news and other bloggers reported many similar encounters.
Overall I was happy to be out of the water and pleased with my swim time. I was really shooting to go under 20 minutes, but since the current was working against me 26 minutes was a nice surprise. Even more surprising was the fact that the swim turned out to be my best leg.
Bike – 1:23:02, 157th place
My transition from swim to bike was uneventful. It took me just over 5 minutes to strip off my wetsuit and change into my bike gear. That’s pretty slow, but I didn’t practice transitions and didn’t really worry about going too quickly.
The bike course took us along the Henry Hudson Parkway up into the Bronx and back. It was a scenic, rolling course that was a lot of fun. I flew down a few hills (40+ mph), got to bike through a tollbooth, and slogged through several long, but very gradual climbs. I saw Julie just as I started out and that gave me a big boost of energy. My overall average speed was about 18 mph, which was 2 mph under my 20 mph goal pace. Oh well!
After the race I discovered a major mistake on the bike – I only consumed about 50% of one water bottle during the entire hour and twenty three minutes. To say this would come back to hurt me on the run is a bit of an understatement.
Run – 1:06:03, 224th place
Well, my time and place really tell the story here. I averaged 10:37 miles! I was anticipating around 8:30 miles. Things started out really well. I had a pretty smooth transition (about 2 minutes), and felt very good as I headed out of the transition area and up to 72nd Street.
Once I hit 72nd Street the heat became really oppressive; it had warmed up to a balmy 95 degree heat index! Aside from the heat, crossing 72nd Street was super motivating. Fans lined the street, including Julie cheering me on. For about the first 2 miles I was running right around 8:00 min/mile – exactly where I wanted to be.
Just before mile 2, my right quad tied itself into a knot. The kind of knot that you can’t run on. The kind of knot, it turns out, that comes from attempting a triathlon in 95 degree heat and drinking only half a bottle of water. My left quad and calf quickly followed. The rest of the run turned into a pattern of: run a pitifully short distance, have leg give out, slow to walk, try to massage knots, repeat. It was really humbling.
Overall – 3:02:39, 181st place
I forced myself to run the last mile of the race, despite the fact that my legs didn’t want to support a single step. I don’t think I was moving much faster than when I was hobbling along, but that’s really not the point. It was all I could do to put one foot in front of the other and drag myself across the finish line. In the end it wasn’t the performance I was hoping for, but I can definitely say I left it all out there.
Now I can’t wait for the 2009 season. Like I said, I’m hooked!