So my first duathlon was yesterday. I woke up at 4:30am and rushed to have breakfast and get ready so I could be out the door by 5:15am. I packed what I needed the night before. This included a visor, sunglasses, bike helmet, bike shoes, etc. My husband was doing the duathlon as well and we were at Crandon Park Beach by 6:00am. I walked into the transition area and got my timing chip. I placed it around my right ankle and then an event volunteer wrote my race number on my arm and my age on the back of my leg (Sharpie markers are used so it doesn't smear). Then the wait...
The wait was the absolute worst part. Nerves kick in and there is absolutely nothing to do but wait for that start time to come. You can feel the nervous energy from everyone that is walking around and feeling the same way. Everyone just waiting to take off and try their best. Some people want to challenge previous times. Some people want to win. Some people enjoy challenging their bodies with something new. I was in the latter and met 5 women that were doing their first triathlon and 2 that were doing their first duathlon. I was in good company!
The duathlon I was participating in was going to consist of a 1 mile run, a 10 mile bike course and a 5K (3.1 mile run). The start time came and off I went. I looked down at my GPS watch and saw that I was holding a 9:30 minute pace. I was running a 9 minute mile? I thought to myself, "Great, my watch broke on my first race because I have never gone that fast!". I finished the mile run and went to the transition area. I caught my breath and put on my biking gear and off I went to cycle the 10 mile course. It was soooooooooooo windy but that wasn't stopping the hundreds of people out there and it certainly wasn't going to stop me. I was on a mission. The worst part is that you have to go over the bridge in Key Biscayne, make a u-turn and hit that bridge right again. The first time the wind was at my back and I was soaring but the next time, the wind was at my front feeling like a wall pushing me back telling me I wasn't going to be able to go over again. I cranked down my gears and thought to myself, if I keep counting every time I pedal, I should be up the bridge by the time I hit 200. Some people have mantras, I had a steady count in my head. 200. 199. 198. 197. 196. 195. I held my head low and counted down... I don't remember what number I was on when I realized I was at the top and had made it. What a view and what a sense of thrill. Downhill I went against the wind feeling ecstatic. Wind or not, the ride back was going to be easier than hitting the bridge a second time with this wind. I made it back and into the transition area again and on went my sneakers, visor and running glasses. I caught my breath and drank some water/Gatorade and away I went.
This was it, I was going to finish my first duathlon. There was only a 3.1 mile run between me and the finisher medal. I checked my watch, it was telling me I was running a 12 minute mile. I guess I had run a 9 minute mile previously. It wasn't broken. SWEET!!! I ran faster at times, then slower at others. I tried keeping it at 12 for the most part. I'm used to running with music and had none so my run got quite philosophical and I thought of how living in the same place your whole life leaves hundreds of memories in every corner of that place. I bounced images of times I had been here at this beach as a child with my family, as a little girl, as a teenager, as a mommy to be, as a mom. I went from being a little girl to being a woman. As I turned a roundabout, I looked and saw my husband smiling taking a picture telling me I was almost done. I had three quarters of a mile to go. I thought about walking. I was tired at this point but something told me to finish it and keep going. I did. I turned another corner and there it was. The finish line. I made it. I did it. I crossed and got my medal.
After checking times, we learned that my husband finished first in his age group and I had finished third. I had podiumed! MY CRAZY LUCK! There weren't that many women in my age group. The triathlon (swim, bike, run) has a lot more people and is way more competitive. I could have gone faster. I could have spent less time in transition which added to about 6 minutes. But I finished it. I did it. I now have new goals I can beat. Yes, believe it or not, I'm looking forward to doing more and trying harder.
What a great way to begin Father's Day. The rest of the day was spent with family and a major happy feeling of accomplishment! :-)
The day begins.
Transition area. I'm ready!
I'm turning the corner to look a the finish line!
Done!
Podium - I got very lucky.
My buddy - Pedro Perez
The hubs - Thanks for your support.
Time to go back home and switch to mommy mode and have a great Father's Day!