>> Monday, May 04, 2009
Saturday was the Falls Duathlon in Cannon Falls, MN. The race format was a 2 mile run, a 14 mile bike, and a 3 mile run.
Seven of us were headed down there: Jen, Matt, Steph, Pharmie and I were going to compete (it was going to be Steph’s second du and Jen’s FIRST!), Borsch was coming to snap photos (95% of these photos are from him - THANKS Borsch!), and Melissa was going to meet us down there. Here’s Matt and I at about 6:30 getting the cars loaded:
There was a quick pre-race meeting. Mark covered all the essentials nice and efficiently. Borsch grabbed a shot of the 5 of us racing before we left transition:
Matt, me, Pharmie, Steph, and first timer Aunt Jen
Steph and Jen in the back, Pharmie and
Matt near the middle, and me up front.
I took off in about 6th place. I jumped around a bit, always between 8th and 5th. I was running strong but comfortably. We got to see a gorgeous waterfall around half way through.
Back in transition, Melissa needed a drink, so she jumped into an empty transition to
I put on my helmet while making a stupid face:
I wanted to push hard on the bike. It was a little windy, there were some rollers, but I was going to hammer out a good ride.
Or so I thought.
I started out, and I was going 17 mph. “Huh, I feel like I’m pushing harder than that...” Well, I had a brief photo-gig the night before, and I spent a lot of the time awkwardly squatting down to get the right shot, so I thought maybe that was being felt on the ride. I didn’t know what was going on.
I was being passed like I was standing still. But I was working HARD! I thought the wind was at my back, so I didn’t know what was going on. I was counting the people passing me. “Now I’m in 10th... now I’m in 20th... now 30th...” I just kept counting.
At mile 5, Matt blew by me. I figured he’d catch me, but not so soon. (After the race, he said he thought he’d catch me around mile 10, not around mile 5.) I checked my average. 16.8. “Suck-teen point eight? That can’t be.”
Oh damn it - my brakes.
I reached over my aero bars to my front brakes, and I released them. Instantly, my speed jumped nearly 2.5 mph. “Sh*t!...” I had rode the first 6 miles with my front brakes rubbing the whole way!! I didn’t do a test ride before the race, and I should have.
Well, I was pissed at myself for about 5 minutes, but then I got over it and figured all I can do is catch some of the people that never should have passed me to begin with. At the turn-around on the bike, I was somewhere back in 40th-45th place overall. Only now I was passing people! Stupid brakes.
I lost track of my place. I just worked on making up that poor first half of the ride. On the way back into town, going INTO the wind, I was maintaining 19 mph. I’m such a dolt.
At the turn-around, my average was 16.8 mph. Nearing T2, I had got it up to 18.2, even though that was mostly into the wind.
So Matt beat me back to T2. Here he is riding around the last curve:
Nothing fancy. Leave the stupid thoughts of the stupid bike in the stupid past, and get ready to hammer out a fast run.
3 MILE RUN:
Matt and I were out on the run. Pharmie came running out of T2:
I hit the first mile in 6:10. That was OK. I hit the turn-around and thanked the 2 kids pouring water and Heed. I caught a few more people.
I ran mile 2 in 6:09. Nice - consistent. Time to pick it up more and catch a few more people. I was running hard, and my abs were killing me! I think I used them a lot to hammer on the bike, and now they were screaming!
I caught one last guy with about 300-400 meters to go, and that moved me in to 12th overall. I came out of the trees running hard:
Play nice you 2!
We ran, we walked, we chatted, and finished the run!! Here’s the 3 of us emerging from the trees:
Pharmie and I walked the rest of the way, and we look a little like that couple who starts to look like each other:
When I got home, I sat down for a minute. Kermit, my cat, came over and licked the sweat off of me. When Kermit was done, I looked like this: