70.3 Training Week 14 & The Great Western Reserve Triathlon 2016

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Week 14 was race week! I managed to get in 75 miles and I’m happy with the number, my effort and how the race went.

week-14-trainingIt was my first triathlon of the season and I was nervously excited. I was actually relieved that I felt more excited than nervous, but the nerves were definitely still there too! I loved that they changed the race to Saturday this year. I am a huge fan of Saturday races vs. Sunday races because I feel like I have more time for the weekend and other activities and also I like relaxing on Sunday mornings (who doesn’t?!).

The closer it got to Saturday the more excited I got. Of course I was still nervous for the swim – particularly swimming and remaining calm in my tight wet suit, but I couldn’t wait to see where I was in terms of training and preparation. This race was my second Olympic distance and my sixth overall triathlon.

I felt like I had an easy time putting together my race bag the night before. Everything fit into an Under Armor book bag (except I carried my wet suit). This is a huge improvement considering I used to bring a giant plastic grocery bag and a book bag with me to races. (I’m not sure what I even brought with me to fill all that in past years!!)

post-race-setupEverything (thankfully) went pretty smooth on race day. I did get the wrong bib and ankle timer at first and luckily I happened to look down and see that my name wasn’t “Travis Holloway”. I was able to run up and exchange it for “Cassandra Holloway” fairly quickly before heading down to the beach for the swim.

Normally I go to triathlons alone. Sometimes I drag my husband with me if I’m feeling super self conscience, but I don’t have any “good friends” who are also triathletes. Of course I know some people and I say hi, but it’s not like I’m hanging out with my best friends during these events. I normally tinker around by myself on race morning and am very timid. On Saturday though I somehow, somewhere flipped a switched. I was there to race and to get the job done. I felt confident and for the first time in my three years of triathlon I felt like I actually knew what I was doing and like I wasn’t a fish out of water. I knew how everything worked and like I said before I was more excited than nervous. I saw people I knew and I happily chatted. Because of all this I started the race feeling strong, confident and relaxed. I set everything up perfectly and took the time to mentally go through the race. I even warmed up in the water! Normally I am WAY to nervous and I just stand there like a bump on a log about to pee myself. This time I was practically doing handstands in the water and chatting with people around me before we had to go line up on the beach for the start. The water felt refreshing and the sun was shining. I felt good!

racked-and-readyThe great thing about being part of Cleveland Triathlon Club and buying a team race kit is that you basically have “built in” friends while doing local races. I saw probably 10 other people racing in the exact same kit as me and we cheered and shouted encouragement when we saw each other out on the course. This makes a BIG difference and I was practically patting myself on the back for stepping out of my comfort zone and joining CTC and getting involved. It’s not easy to start something new by yourself, but I’ve always said that I’m not the type of person to NOT do something because I’m afraid of going or doing it alone.

In general the race was excellent. I stayed calm (for the most part) during the swim and I drafted successfully for half the swim next to another swimmer. There was a point when my fingers and toes grazed seaweed and I instantly felt my panic mode increase. I had to literately shout to myself “IT’S ALRIGHT!!” like a lunatic, but it got my thoughts in order and I pressed on. I am pretty much the queen of talking to myself during races though. I didn’t even care how crazy I sounded during some moments. I was dreading a hill on the bike course (since it was a 2-lap course) and I told myself that it would be over in 10 seconds and to just count out loud during it. I was practically screaming and counting, but it got me through it! Then on the run course (which was the hardest part of the whole race) I was really struggling the first few miles. It was very hot and the sun was beating down, but talking to myself (more like whispering encouragements to myself when I’d pass people) helped me press on. It was actually hilarious and I was laughing out loud at myself afterwards. Hey – whatever gets me to the finish line!!

"Fearless" is my power word. It's always my motto when things get tough or when I get nervous or if I'm questioning myself

“Fearless” is my power word. It’s always my motto when things get tough or when I get nervous or if I’m questioning myself. I write this on my hand during every triathlon as a reminder.

The race was awesome and I’m very happy with how it turned out. I think I need to focus on faster transitions times, being more aggressive in the water (maybe starting up more towards the front) and feeling strong on the run. I know the beginning of the triathlon run is always the hardest, so I need to either get better/stronger at running off the bike and/or get better/stronger mentally to get over the hard part. Once I found my groove on the run I was doing decent, but I had a couple dark moments in the beginning where I didn’t think I could continue another step.

After this weekend’s race, I think I’ll be around 7 hours for Ironman 70.3 Ohio. I did some research on average times and I think I’ll be around: 1 hour for the swim, 3 to 3.5 hours for the bike and just under 3 hours for the half marathon. Honestly my main goal for 70.3 is to just finish. I can think about PR’s after I know I can survive! 🙂

average-half-iron-timesSunday was a good day because I knew I had worked hard all week and I was still riding the high of the race on Saturday. We went to a cookout Saturday night and it felt good to relax and drink beer with friends. On Sunday I was up early to clean the house and then the hubby and I left to go have lunch on the beach and then went zip-lining. It was an awesome day and I highly recommend Go Ape Zip-lining in Strongsville. It’s not just straight zip lines the whole time either – it has tons of amazing and hilarious obstacles. I wish it was closer to our house because I feel like we’d be there all the time! It’s a little pricey, but if you’re looking for a great outdoor adventure for an afternoon this is the right place.

Happy week 15! Let’s go get ’em!

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On My First Tri…

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I paced back and forth on the edge of the beach. My transition area was set up. I knew the courses. My pre-workout and energy gel were taken. My swim cap was on.

The only thing left to do was get in the water and do what I had come there to do – compete and finish my first triathlon.

One hour and 46 minutes later I was crossing the finish line in the pouring rain and listening to my family cheering me on from somewhere near by…

The Swim:

Nerves filled my entire body as I wadded into the water. It was 7:34 AM.

“Three minutes until start for women’s sprint distance!” boomed the announcer on the beach not far away from us.

I made light conversation with a few of the girls around me. I stretched my arms. I adjusted my goggles. I took a deep breath in.

The siren suddenly went off and splashes took off all around me. STAY CALM. I told myself.

I cruised through the majority of the swim, not even winded by the time I finished. I had a few moments of panic around the deepest area of the swim. My foot kicked seaweed at one point and I felt my engagement ring start to wiggle and slide around on my finger. Why didn’t you take your ring off?! I screamed at myself as I struggled to kick away from the seaweed. My mind suddenly flashed down to what could possibly be at the bottom of the lake where the seaweed came from. I thought about how far away from the shore I suddenly was and how no other swimmers seemed to be around me. I felt my heart rate quicken rapidly and my chest grew tight. Suddenly I heard myself say out loud “Come on girl…”  I treaded water for about 10 seconds and it helped calm me down. I jammed my ring on as tight as it would go and I was ready to keep going. I was half way done and I knew I could finish strong. I picked up the pace and swam in. I powered into the shore and swam until my fingers grasped the sand on the beach. I flung myself up and sprinted out of the water. My mind and heart were racing. I had just finished the scariest part of the race. I was back on solid ground. I had survived. My eyes darted around the crowd gathered on the beach for my family, but I couldn’t see them. No time to waste though. I sprinted up the grass and into the transition area.

The Bike:

Transition one took me a few moments to gather myself, try to dry off and get on the bike. I took off feeling the cool air on my wet skin. I was so happy that I had survived the swim that I did the first couple miles at a somewhat easy pace since I was so joyful and relieved. I didn’t drown!

I rode by myself the majority of the first half of the bike ride. Then suddenly out of no where I was getting passed by the half Iron Man distance bikers. I felt like they were celebrities – wizzing by me with high tech bikes and pointy helmets. I tried my best to get the hell out of their way. To them a  rookie sprint distance racer was probably the equivalent of an annoying freshman to a cool senior.

The miles weren’t marked on the bike ride so I had to judge where I was based off the time on my watch. The bike course was filled with rolling hills, while the website boasted it was fast and flat! It wasn’t completely unbearable though and I powered through it with my thighs aching.

The bike ride was beautiful though, especially when the course opened up to view the lake we had just swam in. At 52 minutes I was back in the transition area and I saw my family taking pictures and cheering for me. The fiancé came running over snapping pictures and cheering “Great job babe! We thought you drown during the swim because you were so fast we missed you coming out!”

The Run:

The first five minutes of the run were absolutely brutal. I had done a good chunk of brick training and knew it wasn’t going to be a cake walk, but wow was it tough! I felt like I couldn’t even pick my legs up. Every step was a combined effort just to keep moving forward and not walk. It seriously felt like my legs were made of bricks and I wondered how I had ever run correctly in the past or ever would again.

Eventually, I found my footing and began to run more smoothly.

At mile one, I heard the rain before I saw it and felt it. The run was a down and back course with thick, dark woods surrounding the road we ran on. I heard the rain hitting the trees and it was delayed a few seconds before it started coming down on us. A couple runners around me started cheering and screaming. I started laughing because I knew it was only a matter of seconds before we were all completely soaked. And I was right. A minute later we were drenched and it was pouring down hard. My shoes instantly felt 10 pounds heavier. A lot of runners slowed down, but I tried to power through. I kept a good pace and finished the run in 29 minutes.

“And here comes Cassandra Beck from Chardon, Ohio!” yelled the announcer as I sprinted to the finish line. I heard cheers and saw my family jumping up and down waving at me. It was still pouring down rain and they were huddled under a pavilion nearby.

I had made it. I had survived. I was an official triathlete!

Thoughts On My First Triathlon

The biggest thing that I took away from my first tri was that I was well prepared – and it made a huge difference. I read an entire book about competing for the first time and I searched the internet finding all sorts of helpful newbie tips. I brought everything I needed with me plus doubles of everything. I knew the course. I completed all the training (and then some). I was strong.  I was well rested. I ate right. I knew what to expect and I competed very well – winning first in my age group even. (OK so there was only like three of us, but still!) I aimed to finish in two hours and ended up cruising in with 15 minutes to spare. Despite the rain, I loved every single second of it and in my head I knew that I could have easily competed in the Olympic distance. I rode home in the car in the pouring rain with a giant grin on my face.

I still cannot believe I did it. I already found myself Googling more triathlons in Northeast Ohio to compete it too. Unfortunately, the three big races that I would love to do fall on weekends that we already have plans for. Who knows if I will compete again this summer? It may be too early to tell – but I am already visioning myself competing in the same race next year (The Great Western Reserve Triathlon), but the Olympic distance. The fiancé is giving it some thought too, saying that when he was on the sidelines watching he just wanted to be out there competing too. Who knows what this crazy life will throw at me and what insane dream I will have next. All I know is that I went for something that scared the complete living crap out of me. I got tangled in seaweed, practically peed myself having a heart attack, pedaled through when my quads were about to kill me and I ran through the pouring rain with aching leg muscles screaming at me to stop…and I loved every single flipping second of it.

Sprint distance rookie or Iron Man distance veteran, we are all in this together and I now understand the love and challenge of swim, bike, run!