I actually took the day off before this one, unlike most Tris under 1/2 Iron distance. The incentive was not just to see what I could do with a bit of rest, but to possibly net myself a top 3 finish in my age group and get a cool Tinfoilman trophy. This was the first time in as long as I can remember that I've actually coveted a trophy for its own geeky sake.
You know you want one. |
As with many triathlons, the Tucson Triathlon Series punishes those with fast swim times by starting them last. This means 3-4 hour delays between the opening of transition to set up and the actual event. Yet another reason for mass start swims. In exchange for a promise of later guarded nap time free of kid responsibilities, I took both my steed and my wife's down to outside the U of A pool and set up both our transitions. In what was probably a great stroke of luck, Karen's tire blew out completely around the valve stem as I topped it off. Better to change before the race than during. :-}
After a leisurely breakfast, we went back and waited for our swim heats, bringing our oldest as photographer, and leaving the two youngers back with grandma Sandy.
Karen's swim was 2 heats before mine, so I got to cheer her on. Then I got in and paddled away for 825 yards:
The swim felt pretty good, and I hopped out and trotted out to transition. I've been working on "flying" transitions, in my 44 year old caucasian way, so I'd set the bike up with shoes on. I put my geeky aero helmet on, stepped on a towel to dry my feet off, threw some thin, 2-layer socks on, and took off running with the bike. Transitions weren't timed, but I'm pretty sure I was in and out of T1 in roughly a minute. My head still felt a bit underwater-ish, so the running mount was more of a trotting one. Most folks pedal on top of the shoes and put their feet in one at a time, but I just slipped my feet into both shoes at once. It worked pretty well, looks notwithstanding:
Poetry (poultry?!?!) In Motion |
My power numbers on the bike weren't stellar--I held an average of 260 watts, and my 20 minute TT numbers usually run 300-325 watts. But I went pretty fast, for me: 23.5 mph average, and I didn't feel like I was burning it too hard. I felt smooth, and more importantly, I only got passed by one of my heat-mates (we were the last heat). A sprint tri, at least for me, is more of a VO2 max race than a Lactate threshold race, as an olympic tri is.
I passed Karen on one of her laps, and noted, with no small amount of pride and joy, that I thought she looked really cute even before I positively ID'ed her(!!!)
T2 was similarly blazing--I unstrapped my shoes and rode in with my feet on top of them, doing a properly executed flying dismount. I was into my shoes and running in probably 45 seconds.
It took me the first kilometer to feel like I had my legs under me, but then I got going pretty well. It helped that I got passed by some skinny punk-oid with the number "21" tattooed on his calf in sharpie (his age, for those who don't know). I let my heart rate run up from 155-ish to 159-ish, which is about as high as I can run it without making serious lactate. 5K goes pretty quickly, and it was over in no time.
Karen blazed it in 1:22:46, and was getting a head start on the bananas and gatorade at the finish line:
My line:
16 | Thomas Quigley | 335 | 44 | 14 | 10:39 | 15 | 32:32 | 24 | 20:35 | 1:03:46 |
I was sixteenth overall out of 305 particpants, 20:35 for the 5K, transition times included in the bike. This was 5 entire minutes faster than my race in July on the same course, which didn't seem all that slow to me at the time. I was second in my age group, netting me the coveted hardware:
The only faster 40-44 year old was a Kona Qualifier. Granted, he was 4 minutes faster than me, for a race which is roughly 1/9th of an ironman. But I'm starting to wonder if my long-term dream of qualifying is neither all that farfetched, nor all that far off. . .
Training for Ironman Coeur D'Alene begins in earnest this December. But next, meaning next week, is the Lake Mead 1/2 Ironman, which is likely to be far more representative of my long-distance potential.
Thanks to EQ for all the photos. Thanks to KQ for joining me in enjoying this pleasant torment.