
Emerald Pointe Triathlon
Sunday October 7, 2007
400 m swim - 13 mi bike - 5K run
Race start: 7:30 am
The Trip:
- Time I had to wake to get to said race start: 4:45 am
- Left the house: 5:15 am
- # in my race crew/caravan: 1: A little dog named Tilley
- Breakfasts eaten en route: 1: Shared oatmeal with Tilley
- Wake up calls-checking to make sure I made it out and for moral support: 1: JoMarie
- Other callers on the drive: 1: John-who has been awesome in supporting my time training whilst he studied away
Race Site Arrival and Transition Setup:

- guys cussing out "that f*ing dog" (Mine who barked when we pulled up): 1
- guys I wanted to go over and say you are the reason this sport gets a bad rap: 1
- Miles walked from parking spot to transition area and check-in: just under 2
- Warm up runs done with Tilley because of said distance: 0
- Number chicken sticks crumbled and stuffed into bone to entertain dog: 1
- My race number, bodymarked on well despite humid post-walk skin: 622
- Other number of people doing the race, making for a big transition area: 799
- Cushy neoprene ankle straps I brought from home for my timing chip: 0
- Crappy, itchy velcro straps I slathered with BodyGlide instead: 1
- People who looked at me like I had horns or ignored me utterly when I made pleasant chatter: 4
- People who were actually nice while setting up: 2
- potty breaks had on race site before race: 0 (a personal first)
- vows made self to remember to tinkle in the lake: several
Swim and T1:

- strangers I told "hi, please take these hairclips as a gift I am afraid they will rip my swimcap":1
- number of people I had to pound/hi five/go git em with: 0
- nice people I met waiting for our wave to go in the chute: 1 - Dana - she complimented my toes :)
- biggest mistake: going out slow and left as usual
- moment of realization of mistake: getting stuck behind 3 women frog-kicking that I was unable to get past until 1/2 way point in the swim
- happiest swim moment: turning the buoy to the homestretch and realizing, I am not going to get spooked
- people I almost beat senseless: woman on the last 100 yards who wouldn't get off me so I just kept my line (sorry, but I had had enoughathat)
- biggest coup: remembering to pull off wetsuit top pre-photo (they hold water and add yet another 10 lbs)
- second biggest coup: remembering to stash (and them remembering to retrieve) water bottle for the very long jog/walk up to T1.
- missed opportunity: forgot to pee, after all those self-made promises. RATS.
The Bike

- nasty downhills out of T1: 1
- times I thought, this isn't flat: probably about 8
- Sure enough, vertical elevation gain on my watch post-race: 1100-not a mountain but not flat
- people I saw walking bikes up some hills: 4
- people I saw pulled over vomiting partway up a hill: 1 (I feel for this guy, but yet it validates the not-flat point)

- times some stranger told me I was in the wrong gear: 1 (to which I replied, I am keeping my cadence up and letting my legs recover) - gee thanks "Coach"
- times someone told me to keep to the right unless I was passing (no shit, sherlock) - as I was passing someone (not fast enough for their taste apparently): 1
- number cars I was sandwiched inbetween trying to pass a clump of people back into the park, including waving backwards with my hand for the truck to back off till I passed: 3
- times I passed or was passed by the two 36-year old women: countless (I ended up finally getting them on the bike with a fierce 29mph downhill performance down back into the park...that's where I really make up speed when people coast)
- Times I passed the Tilleymobile: 2 (yelled TILLEY only one of those)
- surprised self: 1 - had thought I would walk up the steep hill into T2, especially if there was chaos, but I floated right up it, quick like a bunny, and did a tidy dismount (kept shoes on)
T2 and the Run

- Times I thought, "this too, is not flat": several, including the one 30-sec walk moment I took to get my heart rate in check up one of the hills
- Times passed by/passing those two 36-year old women: 1, sadly. them passing me. Though I will say I too would have run faster with company.
- Times I passed the self-appointed Coach lady: 1. Woohoo! How's that low-cadence high-gear tactic working for you NOW, lady?
- References made on the smell of BBQ on the course (heavenly!): 2
- 15 year olds who passed me on the course (who I told she was a total badass): 1
- Times I smiled going into the finishing chute: 3
- Total time to complete course: 1:45 and change
The Aftermath

- Surprised dogs who gave me the "oh, you, back are you?" blank stare: 1
- Dogs who slathered me with kisses and licked my race number: 1
- Number of us who ended up wearing peanut butter: 2 (Tilley's head, my arm)
- Folks who came up to see Tilley: Thousands
- Attempted transition area break-ins by doglet: several in one sitting (see video below)
- USAT officials who came to pet Tilley: 2
- ChampionChip officials who gave Tilley her own water bottle:
- Time it took to get home: 50 minutes
- Time it took me to bonk: 2.5 hours (after Steak n Shake, Target, Staples, and dog park)
- Naps had: 2 (me, Tilley)
....and now, the video of Tilley tunneling into transition (after the fence biting:) (has sound)
Stay tuned this week for another geek-o-rama post with results breakdown and splits by sport, detailed analysis and the inevitable self-deprecation and self-re-inflation, actual race photos, and photos of the various folks you read about in today's post :)
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