Some guys get all the breaks
Some guys do nothing but complain
Joking on pause during the national anthem. Photo courtesy of Team Stellafly.
The Rod Stewart hit played on.
Still thinking about that Amy Grant comment. Photo by Team Stellafly
My face when I look at any menu for the first time. Photo courtesy of higgybabyphotography
There were spectators in the most unexpected, desolate areas. The scenery was bucolic and traversed mostly farmland. The most memorable part was a man with a large plastic garbage can lying on its side with the opening facing away from the man. The man was rhythmically wacking the butt of the can with a large stick every 4-5 seconds. This man is my spirit animal.
Different outfit. Same bike. Photo by Laurel Wassner
The course was one loop with one out-and-back at mile 35, where I could finally get a gauge of how far behind the leaders I was in the race. Imagine my surprise when I saw 5 women all within less than a minute of each other going by the opposite way. I figured maybe there was significant passing as we all got a good vantage point with the U-turn, but I later heard that the pack was fairly condensed for the majority of the race. Women 2nd through 6th all got out of the water together and all biked a 2:34-2:35. I biked a 2:41.
Other than Brittany and the passers-by on the U-turn, I didn’t see another woman the entire race. I estimated a 6-7 minute deficit at the U-turn and didn’t lose any additional time by the end of the ride. I pulled into T2 and set out for the run.
The course was a mile run to a lake, an out-and-back on the east side of a lake, an out-and-back on the west side of the lake, and back (almost) to T2. Repeat. It was like running the perimeter of a capital ‘Y’, so you had three chances per lap to see the gap between you and the competition.
I counted women and thought I was in 9th place with lots of opportunity to make up a few spots. The course had just enough hills, turns, and changes in terrain to keep it interesting. Every time I wanted to slow down, a kink in the path, a change from pavement to dirt, or a u-turn would shake things up. I was also running with my eyes up and looking for the next person to catch, which made the run an engaging, nonstop chase.
I ran between 6:30 and 6:40 consistently and caught 3 women. At times I’d get excited, like the time I ran a 6:22 when Curtis passed me and carved a path, as a lot of incoming traffic on the skinny bike path caused challenges when runners didn’t stay left. I saw Bec ahead after the u-turns and was psyched she was doing so well! I thought I’d run myself into the top 6, but I found out shortly upon finishing (because random spectators never tell you what place you’re in!) that I was in 9th.
I suppose the promise of placing in the top 6, the hope of a goal met is what kept me running hard. It makes one wonder what else one could do if one was told they’re doing better than one actually is. Of course, a blatant lie could make one complacent and have the opposite effect, but there’s something to be said for feeling the motivation of a job being well done in the moment, while the outcome is still unfolding.
Also, shoutout to all of the age group men who rooted me on during the run. I don’t miss you starting so close to the pro women and getting ego-bruised and retaliation-hungry when I pass you on the bike, but now that you start ten minutes after us pro women, it’s really nice to get the cheers on the run, and I’ll always mutter a “you too!” or a “thanks” back.
All the cheers and chasing led to a sub-1:26 finish: 1:25:59.
How obvious is it that I cut the ends of my braids because they were too long? Feels too late to ask.
My flight that evening was canceled, so Prscilla and I drove the peninsula where beautiful homes and wineries on Lake Michigan are. We went to a restaurant with local wine to have a drink. We got to know each other better, talked about each other’s boyfriends (yes, she has one!), and she is now my legally adopted grandmother. Which is convenient (spooky?) because my mother’s mother was named Priscilla.
You’re getting Instagram stories because my phone died for good before backing up. 😕
Fresh with newly claimed relatives, I loved my visit to TC and could totally see myself going back for a girls’ weekend or triathlon, and not just because I have place to stay at Cilla’s whenever I want! I did all I could athletically speaking on the day and that’s all this cherry-loving girl could ask for.
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