Part I: Bringing home the bacon from Macon
I raced this weekend, but dont have too much to report.
Friday afternoon my friend George and I headed down to Macon, GA in the Edge for the Rock ‘N RollMan Half. Why Macon, you ask? Well, $1000 was up for grabs to the winner, so I was looking forward to a good race. This, however, didnt quite pan out.
I arrived at the race site on the morning of the race and heard the announcer say the water temp was a balmy 86 degrees. Combined with the predicted high air temperature of ~100F, it meant it was going to be a warm day from start to finish. I was then thrown a bit of a curve when the valve on my tube in my rear tire broke, necessitating a tube change. I switched out the tube without too much trouble, taking care to ensure the tube wasnt pinched as I certainly didnt want a pinch flat right after starting the ride. Finally, with the start fast approaching, I headed down to the lake.
I got a pretty good start and soon enough Nina Craft and I were swimming together with no one else in sight. I swam behind her for a while, then moved ahead after a little over the half way point, only to have her stick right on me. I felt like were holding a solid pace, but nothing extraordinary. Fortunately though it was strong enough to create some separation from everyone else, and we exited the water at almost the same time.
I had a pretty quick T1, and was out on the bike first. I was out on the road all alone and wanted to keep it that way. The bike course was challenging but fun with plenty of hills and decent road surfaces most of the way. I checked behind me a couple of times at the end of long straightaways, but never saw anyone so I just focused on pouring it on keeping up with calories and hydration. The miles ticked away and before I knew it I was rolling into T2.
Starting the run, I was feeling pretty good. The first half of a mile of the run course overlapped with the bike course, and I still didnt see anyone, so I figured I had a pretty decent cushion over 2nd. So I just wanted to stay comfortable and make sure to not blow up. Of course “comfortable” is a relative term when you have to run 13 hilly miles in 90F heat after biking 56! So it turned into a long run by myself, not counting the encouragement from George at miles 2, 6, and 11, but before I knew it I had made it to mile 11. This was near the 2 mile mark on the way out, so when I turned back to the park I got to see people heading out on the run. I cruised in from there, crossed the finish line, and, just like in FL, went straight to the med tent for bandages on my blister- covered feet.
Results: http://www.setupevents.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=event_results&id=2407
Speaking of people heading out on the run… I have much respect for anyone who finished this race! With a smaller field and brutal conditions (tough course, hot weather) this was certainly one of the hardest half IM courses I’ve done.
Unfortunately I couldnt stick around for too long post race as that evening I was due in Nashville, TN for…..
Part II: The Kids Triathlon
Pretty soon after finishing the Rock ‘N RollMan Half, George and I were back in the Ford Edge heading north on I-75 towards Chattanooga before heading west on I-24 towards Nashville. We arrived just in time for me to be introduced as a Celebrity Big Kid during the packet pick up for the race the following morning.
I awoke Sunday morning to some sore legs, but was ready for a fun day with the kids. Timex Teammate Bruce Gennari was there as a Big Kid as well and we started the day off by helping the not-so-big kids set up their transition areas. This was fun and entertaining as with kids from ages 6 through 15, some of the bikes didnt have either tire on the ground and were instead just hanging from the racks. Additionally about half of the bikes were pink with white seats so it was a was pretty funny sight; certainly not the not your typical transition area!
The kids started according to their age group, with the 6-7 yr olds first, and 8-9 yr olds second. I was helping at the swim start and then moved to the transition area, where it was great to see the unabashed excitement on their faces. It was also pretty cool to see the competitiveness; some of these kids were really getting after it!
After the 8-9 yr olds went off, the Big Kids had to race. My feet torn up and my left glut/piriformis was still really tight courtesy of the half the day before, but how could I not race for the kids?? Thankfully I managed to pull out the victory while rocking the speedo the whole way.
After the “older” kids had their races, it was time for everyone’s favorite part of the day… the awards! I say this partially in jest as at most races, the only people who stick around are the people who are receiving awards and even they usually arent all that excited to be there, and then jet as soon as their names are called. Not so with the kids! They were genuinely thrilled to get to go up on stage and receive their awards. In addition to trophies, Bruce and I were placing Timex hats on each of the award winner’s heads, which really got them pumped!
All in all, I thought it was a really successful event. Almost 300 kids raced and I didnt see a single one disappointed. Rounding out the day, Bruce, George, and I had a late lunch at Chipotle… cant beat that!