So, I had my first real adventure without my four-legged sidekick; my equine BFF. I participated in my first triathlon, a sprint distance triathlon. I was in uncharted territory without her there…it was strange, even unnerving. It was all on me. All on my own I had to swim .3 miles, bike 15 miles and run a 5k. Before the start of the race a good friend asked, “Are you nervous?” I replied, “Yes.” He laughed and then said, “Good! That means means you’re ready.”
I signed up for the race one week earlier, and only made the decision to do the race about four days before that; total, a week and a half of lead time! Why, you ask? Well, simply put, I was INSPIRED! Over the course of the month leading up to the triathlon, I had the good fortune to spend time with three friends; all of them being women. One is a champion professional triathlete and an accomplished ultra-distance runner, another is five time Ironman finisher (including the Ironman World Championship in Kona, Hawaii), and has also qualified for and completed the Boston Marathon several times, and the other is veteran triathlete who is gearing up for her first Ironman 70.3 in a few months.
I was surrounded by these three strong, and equally motivated women, and their energy- their light, gave me the confidence to take on a triathlon. I said to myself, “Why can’t I set a goal like them?” This was enough to give me the “nudge” I needed. So, that was it.
I only told a few people. I “trained” for the week plus leading up to the race. It’s wasn’t the most ideal training plan but that’s the way I decided to do it…
I am not a swimmer…my mother is. I am not a cyclist but my husband and son are. However, I have run marathons so I do understand what it takes to push yourself; I know physical, and mental, preparation is paramount. I have also watched many triathlons, albeit as the “Mud DUX!!!” team cheerleader. My husband and two of his good friends have formed their own triathlon team and call themselves the “Mud DUX!!! They are a “special” bunch. So I had seen triathlons as a spectator… but doing one myself – not so much.
Most of my feelings leading up to the race were of pure excitement and joy. The morning of the race I felt the nerves kick in…I knew enough to stay calm, stay cool and not waste precious energy on “nerves”. It was challenging, but I knew I needed to be mindful about being settled and at ease, or I could easily blow it and have nothing to work with. Deep breathing, thinking positive thoughts, staying focused, all helped as I watched the other swimmers get into the river. Everyone was wearing their preassigned swim cap colors, which identified your age group category. I was with the red caps.
I knew letting myself get overly nervous did not serve me well at all…it was actually dangerous. That said, as I got into the cold Greenfield Massachusetts river (with no wet suit, because I don’t own one!) the woman behind me said to herself, “OMG, I don’t know if I am ready for this!” I could feel panic start to creep in, and I immediately told myself I didn’t need “that” feeling, so I intentionally moved away from that athlete. I knew I had options, a plan or a strategy. I would swim in the back of the pack and not let others negative thoughts or anxiety sabotage my race. I was going to swim MY swim.
The water was cold…really cold! I was shivering, but I was okay. I stayed in a calm place, in “quiet water.” Having watched many other races, I knew that the swim can get chaotic very quickly. The first half of the swim was down stream and went well. The second half of the swim was upstream and was significantly harder. Rounding the turn buoy and feeling the force of the current was slightly un-nerving. Again, I reached for those positive thoughts I had tucked away and pushed to finish the swim. I saw, and heard, my family cheering me on from the beach; that helped immensely!
I was out of the water and taking off my swim cap and goggles. This is something I have always thought was just amazing, completing one sport and then moving onto the next sport within minutes! And, here I was doing exactly that! I was also looking for my bike. Actually, I should clarify; I was looking for my 13 year old son’s road bike! Yep, it was the one that fit the best…my husband’s bike was too big and I was too scared to even get on it! So, there I was putting on my helmet, sun glasses and shoes…and then I made my first rookie mistake! I hopped on the bike inside the transition area! A BIG “no-no” in triathlon! About three seconds later I realized my mistake and quickly got off my bike before any of the race officials saw me! I then walked to the bike mounting area and off I went.
Into the bike portion of the race I was hoping I could remember how the gears worked!! All those gears!! My son and husband tried their best to explain them to me, but it just felt foreign and not logical. There are no “gears” on a horse!!!
I was still shivering from the swim and I remembered a conversation I had with another athlete shortly before the start of the race. We were standing in line for the port-o-potty making idle chitchat and she said, “Yeah, I used to do 1/2 marathons and then I thought I would give triathlons a try.” To paraphrase, she continued by saying it’s great because once you’ve finished one sport you get to go on and try something else. I remembered this as I was peddling, delighted to do something that enabled me to warm up from the cold swim.
It was a two loop course of 7.5 miles. One initial hill, some flat and scenic country, and then a covered bridge followed by a steep switchback hill climb. The first loop I felt strong and I passed people while climbing the hills, of all places! One woman even said to me, as we found ourselves jockeying back in forth trying not to draft off one another (another big no-no in triathlons…with penalties) “You will always pass me on the hills.” As she said that, I giggled to myself thinking, okay, well, thanks for the confidence because this is my first time doing this!!
I made it around the first loop and began the second. At that point I had a slight panic…I was getting thirsty and I realized I never practiced getting the bottle out of the bottle cage while riding! Yikes! Another rookie mistake! So, I very carefully pulled and then yanked it out of it’s very tight fit. I got my sips of watered-down-gatorade and plugged away at the last hill, and finally into the run transition area.
This was also another moment I had always thought was incredibly cool! Another transition!! How did people do this? Well, I was doing it! I “racked” my bike, as they call it, and found my running gear, grabbed my water bottle and off I went. At first, my legs felt eerily heavy, but okay. It was all these new senses and feelings… both emotional and physical, which I realized I really enjoyed. I had 3.1 miles of running ahead of me and this was where I felt like it all came together. I watched many people struggle on the run and I knew this was it. I remembered my husbands words, “The run either makes you or brakes you.” So, I set out to get a solid and comfortable pace. I was in my element, or at least the one I was most familiar with (of the three). I encouraged people as I passed them saying, “great job” and “looking good,” all from my marathon days where encouraging others is just what you did.
And then it hit me! I am actually doing this and I might even finish. The motto of the race is “TO FINISH IS TO WIN.” As I rounded the last turn of the run a guy standing along the finish area said to me as I passed him, “You aren’t going to let those two guys behind you beat you to the finish are you?” So, I opened up my stride and kicked it to the finish line!!!
I met my family at the finishers shoot and loved every minute of it. The hugs, the smiles and the photos. It was a day to remember and none of it had to do with horses! Although, Maggie was on my mind…as always!