Racing by Samantha Mazer
When I took my 70.3 Worlds spot in at Galveston 70.3 this past spring, I knew the summer was going to be less than ideal. At the end of July I took the Washington State Bar Exam…soooooo needless to say there was about 75 days in there were I was one sleep deprived hot mess. BUT…even though that was the case, back in April I wanted something to look forward to AFTER the Bar (since I wasn’t signing up for a full ironman this year BECAUSE of the Bar) so I took the spot and approached it with a “no expectations” mindset. I actually race better that way anyways. BONUS. SO…back to June and July. I got Coach P cut me back to one workout a day but I’m not going to lie…in July I had to sometimes choose a nap over going to the pool. It is what it is…but come July 31 (a.k.a. academic freedom) game was ON! …And that was right about when I got in a fight with some pavement outside Boulder on Ironman weekend. The pavement won. I had a really good clean streak going on there. My last spill was in 2011 (my infamous ironsplat in Cozumel). It didn’t seem all that bad at first. The people that stopped and gave me a ride back into Boulder told me I “flew gracefully” actually, but I ripped the skin off my elbow and hip (more like the top of the pelvis bone) REALLY deep. I was told I didn’t need stitches but come a week later we realized that was probably not the case and I should’ve gotten stitches but what can ya do at that point. I actually had to go to a walk in clinic the week after because we thought my elbow was infected and needed to be debrided (gotta love a Dad diagnosis via text message pictures). BIGGEST waste of time. The guy looked at me for LITERALLY 10 seconds, gave me a DPT shot (???) and a bandaid. Thanks dude. Sometimes you just gotta get pissed off, take a shot of tequila, hop in the shower and get that debriding done yourself ;) Anyways…overall it was not an ideal situation when your window for training for a World Champs was already cut down to 5 weeks and you’re feeling out of shape and HAVE to be in a pool. I ended up looking like scrambled eggs for about 5 weeks, got creative with my snap chats, and just sucked it up. After a while, feeling like fire almost feels like normal! [quicktime]http://teamtimex.timexblogs.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/IMG_4903.mov[/quicktime] Video (that I didn't realize was being taken) from when the boys in Boulder helped clean me up with hydrogen peroxide when I couldn't do it myself. The rest of post Bar Exam limbo was GRAND! In addition to Boulder there was a week in Whistler and a week in Victoria before the week in Mont Tremblant. Checking out on life was VERY much needed and very much a success because after all was said and done, I couldn’t wait to get back to my own bed and back to being a responsible adult in the real world. As for the road rash, I managed to not have scrambled eggs wounds anymore within days of Mont Tremblant after working my butt off in my small window of training so getting into a wetsuit was no longer a problem and I didn’t have to water proof bandages with hot pink duct tape anymore come race day! The best part of Mont Tremblant??? September 7th (race day) is my BIRTHDAY! It’s also my Mom’s birthday (yes, same day) and she was going to be there too! Not that anything special happens on your 29th birthday but it was my birthday gosh darnit. I took the redeye in from Seattle the Wednesday prior and my mom flew over from Winnipeg the next day. I had a few issues with being on 650 wheels now on an 11 speed bike and needing a different stem but I made do with having to throw my training wheel on the back last minute and rocked “a mullet.” Business in the front, party in the back…a.k.a. tubular race wheel in the front (business) and clincher training wheel in the back (party). Hahahaha. Race week was filled with lots of laughing thanks to Rob (who’s ability to consume crepes is absolutely impressive) and overall was probably the most relaxed I’ve ever felt on race week.
- While corralled up like a bunch of cows I searched for Caitlin. Eventually we found each other, hugged, caught up on life, and she wished me happy birthday.
- The wave before us went off and everyone started running to the beach edge and Caitlin starts going, “Why are we running? Why are we running? Why is everyone running?!?!?!?!” <---- I can’t stop laughing.
- That feeling of being packed like a bunch of sardines starts happening and I look at Caitlin and said to EVERYONE, “I DON’T WANT TO DIE ON MY BIRTHDAY!”
- Everyone looked at me and I told them all I was turning 21-ish. (key word there is ISH).
- The cannon went off and I thought I was going to get beat up and die…but I actually had the best swim start I’ve ever had in a major race. Perfect run and dive in and swam hard enough for the first couple 100 meters to stay out of the washing machine but still was able to jump on feet when everyone began to settle. PHEW.
- I knew the last 50m or so was SUPER shallow (because I accidentally stood up Rob earlier in the week when we were supposed to meet at the SWIM START for a workout but apparently I was at the SWIM EXIT. I suck at life sometimes) so while everyone around me tried to stand up and run WAY too early, I dolphin dove a good 8-10 times and passed them ALL! Such a cool feeling!
- Wetsuit strippers – I’m always terrified they’re going to rip my bottoms off. Nobody got mooned. All was good.
- Overall feeling about the bike portion? – It’s a whole lot tougher to ride a HILLY and WINDY course when you do it by yourself (ummm...don't draft) like we’re supposed to.
- Bike mount – Shimano Ryan yelled, “Go SAM!” and took a picture before making fun of my baby speed concept before I ran off to get my butt kicked by that course.
- First 30k – I felt flat. Super flat. I also dropped a chain. Wamp wamp
- Second 30k – Some guy passed me pinned to another girl’s wheel so I took it upon myself to ask, “Hey! How does it feel to have a girl do all your work for you?!?!” <--- He didn’t like that too much :) I thought it was rather funny though.
- Second to last 15k – Caitlin caught back up to me after already having passed me but having a mechanical as well and we yo-yo-ed back and forth LEGALLY the rest of the way into town. It’s WAY more fun having a friend to suffer with. It makes racing soooooo much more fun!
- Last 15k – HOLY SMOKES. I mean, I had heard that it was tough and I had driven it a few days before when Rob gave me directions to their place but really he dropped a pin on the map randomly up in the mountains 13 miles away (probably to get me back for the whole wrong swim area incident...just kidding) so I got lost and saw the bike course…but doing it on a bike was something else. There was a lot of grunting from everyone around me and I’m still really angry at that camera man that was telling everyone that all the climbing was done when IT WASN’T EVEN CLOSE TO BEING DONE! At that point I knew I was out of the hunt but I LOVE TO RUN so regardless it was game on when I got off the bike.
- The whole run course…OUCH.
- First few miles – settled into a rhythm.
- Mile 3 – belched my heart out while passing a girl in front of me. She asked, “you must feel so much better now!...wait…Sam Mazer????” <---- bahahaha. I hadn’t seen Sherianne Nelson since the finish in Kona last year. What a good way to run into long lost race friends!
- First turn around – Saw Katie. Tried to high five her. Tried to high five Sherianne too. I missed both.
- Run back towards the village lap #1 – told a lot of people it was my birthday but that I wasn’t very happy at the moment. Of course I made sure to tell them I was 21-ish too.
- Up the village hill – DEAR GOD. I saw black spots at the top and running back down wasn’t much fun either.
- Lap #2 – Had a few side stitches but fixed that with some salt I had stuffed in my bra. There was also a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in my bra too. Made my infamous Beaker race face. I swear I don’t know I’m doing it! I don't have a pic from Mont Tremblant but here is a pic from Kona last year.
- The village hill sucked again and I was on my hands and knees after the finish.