Augusta 70.3 race report

Augusta 70.3 race report

Augusta 70.3. What a day! I flew in from Seattle Thursday and arrived Thursday night. I was sharing a hotel room with my teammate, Sarah, who had already arrived and was settled in. We’ve known each other for 5 years, and been through a lot. I was excited to meet her in person. Friday morning I put my bike back together and everything thankfully seemed in order. I wanted to take it to the techs at the expo however, just to be sure. The expo wasn’t open until the afternoon, so Sarah and I took advantage of the morning with a practice swim. The race was looking wetsuit optional and with the hot temps not much of an opportunity for that to change. Sarah and I are both strong swimmers so wetsuit optional was no big deal and we did our practice swim in swimsuits. With the current assist, it was a quick swim. After showers, we headed to packet pick up. That went quickly and smoothly, and the tech wasn’t there yet but the guys at Tri Bike Transport graciously offered to check my shifting. Friday night we met up with Heather (teammate racing) and her husband Scott. We had burgers and beers and a TON of fun chatting. This race was all about team camaraderie for me and we were off to a great start. Saturday Sarah and I did a shake out ride, and I ran through all my gear combinations just to make sure. Everything was fine so I figured that will be that. We headed out to bike check in, then met up with...
Outlaw 140.6 race report 2017

Outlaw 140.6 race report 2017

Are you on the square, are you on the level? Are you ready to swear right here, right now, before the devil? Outlaw 140.6. My 4th iron distance and first non-branded event. I love this distance. Its not my strength – I do much better in 70.3s and shorter tris. The challenge of the distance keeps bringing me back, despite that most of the time during training I say to myself “this is my last one.” Funny side note – I have already registered for IMCA 2018. Leading into Outlaw, I had done IMCdA 70.3. I love the Coeur d’Alene course. It wasn’t my fastest 70.3 by any means. Even though it was a lead-in and I know better, I was a bummed to come in 8 minutes slower than when I did it last year. Last year it was my “A” race and the weather was not nearly as hot (it was 85 on the run this year, but I actually do ok in the heat so I can’t use that as any kind of excuse). I had a ton of fun out there and that’s what really matters most to me anyway. I came in at a respectable 5:32. I took a much more laid back approach to training this cycle. My goal was to get through it uninjured, mentally and physically. Physically, I did a great job. Mentally, well, hence the song lyrics at the beginning of this report. Let’s just say that song lyrics are like a mantra and I end up doing a lot of deep thinking during training, especially on the bike. The...
Coeur d’Alene 70.3 race report

Coeur d’Alene 70.3 race report

The inaugural Coeur d’Alene IM 70.3. I was excited about this race from the moment it was announced. 2016 was to be my year with a break from the full distance. An opportunity to regain some of the speed I had in 2012, when I was in my best run shape, before 3 years in a row of full IMs. And to give my body a break from the super long stuff. Coeur d’Alene is a great venue. I did the full in 2014. I like the course a lot. It plays to my strengths (hills) on the bike which is my weakest link of the 3. Washington lost our 70.3 (Lake Stevens) so Idaho is the closest one. Taper week was busy, getting the house ready (my awesome cousin came to stay with the girls) and packing for the race. My bike had a bent derailleur and I got it back from the shop (after some confusion and frustration) the night before we were to leave for the race. In the back of my mind I knew it would be ok, plus if I got in a real jam I could always ride my beloved road bike, Rita the Specialized Tarmac. My husband and I left Friday morning. The drive to Coeur d’Alene is pretty. Its a straight shot on I-90 east. We stayed in Spokane, only a 20 minute freeway drive to Coeur d’Alene. Friday afternoon we hit packet pick up. It was raining and windy. I kept staring at the AWA table, knowing this was my one chance to bypass the long line. Something got messed...