This past weekend, at the end of my my 15 th week of pregnancy, I raced in the Tri for the Cure Sprint Triathlon in Denver. It consisted of a 750 yard swim, 12 mile bike, and 3 mile run. This is my fifth year of racing tri's yet it has been a couple of years since I have raced a Sprint. I forgot how much fun they are. I had a great time.
Now when I say raced this weekend, I want to clarify that I am a middle of the pack racer (I hope to place in the top 25% to 50% of my age group) so I am more of a participant then I am a racer. My biggest competition tends to be with my own head. I have not been really training for any races at all. After completing the 5430 Half Ironman last summer I have been burned out on tri's. It is not really the tri's themselves but rather the commitment of training for them. For those of you who are not familiar with Tri's a Half Ironman consists of a 1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike, and a 13.1 mile run so as you can imagine it took a lot of time to train for. Since last August, I have been running regularly, occasionally biking, and rarely getting in the pool. A month ago, one of my best friends, Barb, came to Denver from Dallas for two weeks to train at altitude for Ironman Wisconsin. During her visit, I got excited about tri's again so I decided that to sign up for a couple of Sprints this summer.
The worst part of a tri is getting up early to get to the race. I have learned many valuable lessons from one of my coaches and idols, Celeste Callahan and one lesson that I have taken to heart is that I must be at the race waiting for the transition area to open so I can get a good transition spot. On Sunday, the transition area opened at 5:30AM so I planned to be parking my car by 5AM. When you set your alarm clock to get up at 3:45AM you know you are doing something crazy especially when at one point in my life coming home at 3:45AM would not be a big deal. I was parking my car at 5:02 and as I was gathering my gear together my friend Emily was making her way to the transition area too - another good listener of Celeste. We rode our bikes in the dark down to the transition area and waited in line with all of the other smart ladies in our CWW Tri club. Emily and I got our transition spots and settled in for our race to start. It was 5:35 and I didn't start until 8AM so we had an hour and a half to spare before we had to warm up. Waiting for the race to start you meet a lot of great women and spend a lot of time standing in line for the port-a-potty especially when there are over 2500 women competing in the race. You end up hearing way more information from perfect strangers then you ever cared to know about if they were successful going to "the bathroom" or not.
Finally it is time to head to the swim start. There are 15 swim waves a head of me. Emily is in the wave before me so we wish eachother luck knowing we will see eachother out on the course somewhere. I am waiting with all the other women in red swim caps watching hundreds of women come out of the water. Being pregnant has made me more emotional so seeing the excitement and sense of accomplishment on the ladies faces as they came out of the swim made me cry. I saw another spectator crying and that made me cry more.
I am always nervous for the swim because it is my weakest of the three sports. I just try to get thru it without any incidents. With less then a minute to go before our wave start, I looked over and saw Celeste and my other coach Yoli give me the thumbs up. I was so ready. The swim started and I felt good. I had consistent breathing and focused on good stroke technique. Since I had only been in the water eight times this year, I expected my swim to be about 20 minutes but to my delight it was just over 17 minutes. I got out of the water and saw Celeste's smiling face. I yelled "It was way better then I thought!" and ran out of the water.
The T1 transition was far but all went smoothly except I could not get my arm out of my wetsuit. I was thinking to myself, "riding my bike in my wetsuit would not be easy so I better get this thing off!" I managed to get unstuck and once I got on the bike I felt very strong. That course is really fast and easy so I was hoping to average 18 mph and ended up averaging 18.65 mph which is my fastest bike speed in a race. T2 went very smoothly and I headed out on the run.
Since the pregnancy, my running has gotten slower. I have asthma so I have always had breathing problems and it is not really my lungs that hurt - my body is just slower and I think I have finally accepted that. I focused on moving my arms and legs as fast as they would take me and that was around a 9:30 mile. I was secretly hoping to pull off 9 minute miles but pushed as hard as I could and I am completely ok with it.
As I crossed the finish line the ultra competitive side of me wanted to yell out, "Hey guess what, I'm pregnant and I rocked!" however in all honestly, I was so proud of all of the women out there participating in the race that it really didn't matter. The effort it took for me to complete a Sprint Tri being 4 months pregnant is nothing compared to how difficult it was for some of those women to walk their first mile. Congratulations to all the women who raced yesterday - you are an inspiration.
Race Results
Swim 17:30
T1 04:01
Bike 38:36
T2 02:36
Run 28:54
TOTAL 1:31:40
Rank 67 out of 387 in women aged 30 to 34
Rank 381 out of 2571 participants