Well,
another race down and another race report to write! SheROX Philadelphia was an
awesome race, and I had a great day, but I think the real story was about the
perserverance of my friend Becky through the events leading up to the race. She
went through a few obstacles to get through the starting line that would have
had me completely losing my mind! So, I'll be interspersing the story of her
race with the story of mine.
This
is my friend Becky:
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A
few years ago I convinced her to sign up for a race with me in Delaware. She's
been doing several running races since then, and is known for getting ambitious
when signing up and then slightly less ambitious with the consistancy of her
training... :) Anyway, I signed up for the SheROX Philly race because Becky
said she was going to race it and wanted me to do it with her. I waited to sign
up and made her promise that she would actually race.
I
didn't realize how hard she would have to work to keep that promise.
The
timing of the race fit perfectly into the rest of my schedule for the season,
setting me up for Nation's olympic distance in September and Waterman's half in
October. I was really excited to sprint again. With each race I complete it
becomes more and more clear to me that I am likely strongest at these shorter,
faster races. This season has been aimed at half iron distance races, so I
haven't done much speed work, but I think after this year that will change.
Even without the speedwork, I was excited to see if I could effectively dose
out my effort over this short race. Philly SheROX is a little longer than most
sprint races, though. The swim was 600m, the bike was 15.5 miles and the run
was the only standard, at 5k. A 15.5 mile bike meant that my time would likely
be nowhere near the sprint I did earlier in the season with an 11.5 mile
bike.
I
went up to the Philly area and spent some time with my family before heading
into the city itself to stay with Becky on Saturday night. A few weeks before
the race, however, Becky, who is a nurse, had found out that she was scheduled
to work during the race. As of two days before the race, she still hadn't found
anyone to cover for her and was sure she wasn't going to get to race. At 3pm
Friday, she found someone to switch shifts with her, and she ended up working a
12 hr shift Saturday so that she could join me at the race Sunday
morning.
Packet
pick-up was during her shift on Saturday, so when I went to get my goodie bag
and numbers, I found out that she had to be at the race site at 4:30 am to get
her packet in the morning. The expo was great, and when I went out to take a
ride and spin my legs out, I was fortunate enough to meet another cyclist who
showed me a route on closed off streets. At Becky's I took a little run, made
pasta for dinner, and watched the olympics while waiting for Becky to come
home...
Then
she called me to tell me that her bike, which she had ridden to work, had been
stolen.
Luckily
she had another bike locked up downstairs at her apartment building. By the
time she got home after 8 she was laughing and saying the universe really
didn't want her to race. Little did she know, her ordeal wasn't over.
We
were up super early on Sunday, and I had my usual oatmeal and coffee. Becky
planned to ride her other bike to the race site to get her packet. As I got
ready for my pre-race shower and to pack up my gear, Becky called me again. She
had snapped the key in her bike lock. Now she had no bike.
No
matter, she was tenacious. She called a friend and asked to borrow a bike.
Maybe most amazing is that her friend was awake at 5am. She and I ended up at
the race site around the same time, where she managed to get her packet, and
then went back across the city to pick up her borrowed bike. We got there
around 5:45. Transition closed at 6:45. Our swim wave was at 7:24. She had her
work cut out for her.
I
set up my transition and sized up the competition. The a few of the girls in my
age group looked seriously competitive. I knew I had a tough race ahead of me,
and I told myself that I had to push myself and run my race. I couldn't worry
about that girl over there who looked like she should be an elite. I got in my
run warm up and volunteered to sing the anthem, but they already had a singer.
They also told me we couldn't get into the water before the race, which I found
a bit disappointing. All the while I was listening to the announcer count down
the time left before we had to leave transition. I had some of Becky's stuff in
transition with me, so I set it up for her. At 15 minutes till the closing of
transition, I started to think she really wasn't going to make it.
Then
with 5 minutes left, I saw her bob into transition with her friend's bike!
We
set up her gear as quickly as we could, and hustled out to the swim start. The
water temperature was 82, definitely not wetsuit legal. We were the 8th wave of
swimmers, and when we waded in I was surprised by how large our age group was.
106 athletes in the Women's 25-29. Wow. We lunged from our in-water start at
the horn and I settled in well. I felt great and swam well, but was soon
climbing over ladies from the wave before ours. My swim was pretty quick, 12:28
for 600 meters. I came out of the water feeling good.
Enter
the fastest T1 of my life. First we didn’t have to strip off wetsuits, so that
of course made things speedier. I’ve also been working on riding in my new tri
bike shoes without socks, so I was able to slip those on much more quickly than
I normally would when wrestling with wet feet and sandy socks. I got in and out
in 1:04. Zoom!
Onto
the bike and right into a massive traffic jam. The mount line was in a narrow
chute, and the lovely ladies from the wave ahead of mine had all stopped, maybe
6 of them or so, right in the chute. I wanted to run by them, but they were
clogging it up and acting confused and water-addled. Bah! When I finally got
out onto the course I basically spent the entire ride passing people from the
earlier wave. I knew that when I came out of the swim there were maybe 8 girls
from my wave (of 106!) ahead of me, but for the most part I didn’t see them. I
passed I think two and one caught me, but otherwise everyone I saw was in an
older age group. The course was pretty nice, with one significant hill and
several false flats. It was a two-loop course, so all of that happened twice.
Wasn’t my fastest time, and the course was a bit crowded. I had 51:16 for 15.5
miles. (Long bike course for a sprint made for a long overall sprint time…)
Out
on the bike course I passed Becky at one of the turnarounds. I was happy to see
that the universe hadn’t taken her out yet. She was still racing!
My
T2 was not as fast as T1, but it was still respectable. I had to pull socks on
for the run, so it was 1:24. I felt great going out on the run and kept up a
good pace and cadence. Looking back I always feel like I could have pushed it
more than I did, but at the time I felt like it was a really good effort. I ran
the 5k in 25:12 and was happy the whole time, chatting up my neighbors. They
had ice-cold wet towels out on the course, which were a welcome treat at the
turnaround.
I
finished in 1:31:26. As always with a sprint, it's hard to compare that time
with any other because the distances are so variable. Looking at my splits, I
could have gone a bit faster on the bike, but overall I'm pretty happy with my
efforts. I was 31st out of 636 women, which I'm proud of. The fastest non-elite
time was 1:17 and the girl who won my age group and got 3rd overall was went in
1:23. My age group was super competitive though (again, as usual), and I ended
up in 7th. I still want to end up on the podium, but I definitely feel like I
did well.
After
the race I didn’t feel too spent (another indicator that maybe I should have
raced harder?). I waited for Becky, who I had seen going out on the run when I
was near the end. I screamed her in to the finish line. Becky:1, Universe: 0!
We were all done before 9:30 am, but for Becky it felt like she had already had
quite a day. We celebrated our races with Mediterranean take out and watched
the Olympics. J
I
am super excited for my next race. Bring on September! Unfortunately, I might
not end up with any pictures of this race since we had no spectators with
cameras and the official pictures are harder to steal from this race…But if I get
some, they’ll get posted!
Currently
I am at a self-imposed training camp in Minnesota. Expect a blog post about my
adventures soon!
